This “E” doesn’t come from electronic, these dreams of mine have nothing to do with technology on the contrary, they are very much organic… “E” is from erotic. I do have a few e-dreams but more usual than not I have them during my awaken time…
One thing that I noticed is that the intensity or not of my sex life doesn’t influence on the quantity or quality of these delirious affairs.
What influences the outpouring of them is how happy I am… or maybe not… as when I was stressed these were my relaxation instruments and now they are the overflowing of my happy mind.
Maybe guys will think this a bit too girly and introspective, but whatever, although I’m very liberated in bed I think writing about it has to have the right amount of class to express depraved ideas. It’s not by me writing “penis” you will get the high of my texts, it is by making you imagine yourself right there and giving you ideas, terrific ideas… maybe they are not new, but then, maybe they are… hope you can smell my desire…
…So here it comes, this one has to be the first one, it was a dream, an actual sleeping dream, a while ago; and it was powerful! I will tell this story as if it was a romance… it will give you a better feeling of the dream…
She was married. She was organising her bag for the conference with a whole bunch of bees buzzing like mad inside her belly. At least it was like it felt, that butterfly bullshit was certainly not enough for the madness going inside her while she kept the straightest of the straightest face.
She knew she was meeting her lover halfway her trip. She was going to a paradise but was stopping in another city still in the country. That was where HE was going to be waiting for her. They would meet, they had to wait 6 hours at the airport and then continue to the international leg of the adventure. When they arrived at the paradise it would be 6 days of pure joy. The “conference” was a ruse.
The letter on her bag was burning: a sealed letter she received with the instruction of not opening until she was in the airplane fully on her way. HE was smart, it was addressed to someone else. Nothing could be devised from the envelope. She had tried. The only funny thing was that the name on the envelope was a joke to one of their personal secrets.
Every time she looked at the envelope a little smile twisted her mouth.
All ready, she said her good byes and left.
The car trip to the airport, the check in, the waiting in line, it was all torturous slow.
She felt like opening the letter a thousand times, she even started breaking the envelope but gave up.
He was very clear: “do not open it on you way to the airport, I want you to savour it. The airplane is the perfect place, wait until you are comfortable, put that music I chose for you on your ipod and then, only then, open the letter.
The waiting was a sweet torture. This guy had too much power over her. He knew her too much, things no-one, not even her, knew about herself, he uncovered like a jeweller polishing a diamond.
He knew she was going to obey him, in every detail, that a part of her was totally rebellious to it, that she was risking her life, all that she had built, to this man, that in this trip was going to own her.
She was a woman that never went halfway. If she was going to have a lover she was giving herself fully to the affair. She was a heart, body and soul kind, she didn’t care about falling in love and feeling passion to its full consequences. If she got hurt and had to cry… ah well… she was alive now and would feel as alive then.
So, in this crazy going away she was putting herself in his hands. Even though a part of her kept defying him, he knew exactly how to bait her to do what he expected. The letter for example, he said that if she opened it just to challenge his command she was going to regret. To fully savour it on the plane was going to be perfect. She even bought a miniature bottle of Amarula to fulfil the moment of perfection.
Finally she was comfortable, the plane was on the air, the drinks and food were served so she knew she wasn’t going to be disturbed anytime soon. She chose the song on the ipod, left it on repeat, got her Amarula drink and then, only then, opened the letter.
It was hot writing, the exact balance of romance and raw sexuality only he could achieve. It was beautiful, a confession that there was no way a spell was ever going to work only one way. The enchanter always ended up enchanted meaning that the more he owned her the more he was drawn to her himself. He was drowning on the feeling of the power over her she was giving him…
The letter spoke of his cravings for her kisses, of him trying to work and think about her too much, of getting hard with her e-mails and very uncomfortable on his desk, of problems on a meeting when he received her sms. When it happened he forgot what the meeting was about, even blushed, a fully grown man blushing was ridiculous. He even had to delete the message as his colleagues were trying to read it.
It wasn’t a very long letter but she laughed, cried and lusted over it. The music and the drink helping she got goose bumps from it. She read it over and over until the plane was landing.
At the end of the letter there were a few instructions for when she arrived. It was like a treasure hunt. It always was with him. Oh! And the treasure was well worth it. That is why she was wearing what he asked: a nice dress that was not tight on her body.
Upon landing she was to go to a store in the arrival area, a man wear store. There was a gift for her at the counter. It was a flat, long, hard and elegant box. Inside she found four ties. Man’s ties; and a business card of a hotel inside the airport. At the back of the card just one information: Reservations number 537 566 864.
So she went there and was directed to a hotel room with her own key card.
HE was waiting for her inside. He was lying on the bed, popped up against some pillows, wearing trousers but no top, bare feet. Relaxing with arms behind the head, feet crossed, just waiting for her to walk into the door.
When she did walk in they didn’t say anything. They smiled. The naughtiest of the naughty smiles. She closed the door. His smell burned her nostrils, sexy, sexual.
It was an impasse. She then looked deep into his eyes and it was like seeing so many mischievous ideas going through his mind. His smile grew to full blown. She laughed out loud, her very loud roar.
Only then she noticed the music playing and laughed a bit more: “this is a man who needs a woman…” said the song.
He just said: “Undress for me”.
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