Ever wondered, what life would be like without all the rules, expectations, and dreams of ever finding your one true love. Spending hopeless nights, hoping and praying of meeting Prince Charming at your door, waiting to whisk you off into the sunset.
I’ve never considered myself the type to hope and pray for a man. It was more the chance of fate and life’s, so-callled perfect timing. While the elders of our time, protest up and down the streets in a manic rage that things happen for a reason. People will walk in your life, as quickly as the weather changes in Chicago. Never doubt or second guess life’s reasons, but learn to adapt to change.
Well, the other night I had this horrible dream. Maybe, not so horrible but definitely out of character for me. Maybe my dream man isn’t a man but a woman. The idea of waking up to a woman every morning didn’t seem so bad. The smell of her sweet scent in the morning. The caressing of her gentle fingers encircling my harden nipples. And the touch of her sweet lips onto mines brought a sense of pleasure inside. A woman who goes out of her way to cater to my every personal need. Rising from the bed every morning to make me coffee just the way I like it, black and strong. Taking the dog out without any panties on. Taking care of the kids and their very tedious demands. Just to return to the bed, with coffee in hand. She kisses me on my soft rose colored lips, while her fingers fondle my most gentle spots. Setting the coffee of the nightstand, she begins to remove my single piece of garment. Singling little time for chit-chat, she works her tongue slow up and down my sweet spots. Making sure to leave no spot untouched. Thrusting her fingers inside my wetness spot, her tongue follows suite, sure to leave me gasping for air. As squirt with excitement, she falls to her knees. Slowing raising my body from the bed, I left her small pale breast to enclose my mouth around them. Using my only available hand, I attempt to return the favor. Only to be smacked down for trying.
Then suddenly a certain reminder impeded through my mind, in the mist of this wonderful attention. The dog starts barking and the kids start laughing. I roll over. To no surprise, she was gone like a thief in the night. Robbing me of such pleasure, yet leaving me with a loudly snoring man that mumbles incoherent words in his sleep. Damn it!
It was only a dream. The real idea of waking up to a woman is no better than waking up to man.
Well, thanks for wishful dreaming!
My So-called Horrible Dream!