A little child dancing with abandon to the steady beat she hears

the feeling of the deep notes taking hold if my insides

the wind in my hair and the tree at me back as I watch others around me

I read and enjoy, a part of the scene but yet apart from the scene

Me, myself and I, we delight in the music yet shun the company of others

friends are missing

A friend that would have made me dance with him

A friend that would have drank with me

A friend that would have sung with me

A body, anybody that would have kept the cold at bay

He approaches, his intent evident in the way he moves, in the way his eyes drink in the sight of me.
He nears and I draw a breath, as a drowning man takes one last gasp before succumbing to the waves.

We meet and he holds me off for a few moments, his eyes feasting, his hands full with what they longed for. My eyes closed as I receive the caress, my head filled with images, my body filled with desire.
Closer yet, I am bidden to stillness, he kisses me now, from lips down to neck, down to breast onto navel and then slowly makes his way back up. Eyes still closed I await each kiss, never knowing when or where his tender lips will find me, never knowing if I’ll receive a soft caress or a firmer bonding.
At my nipples he lingers, drawing in each in turn, he starts with gentle sucking, they become demanding pulls and then with nibbles and bites, he eases me into a state of arousal, my nipples erect, each one boasting a glint of steel and blue.
I arch my back and press my breasts to him, I have been waiting so long for this feeling, and my demands are as pressing as his. With firm hands he holds me down, forcing me to wait on his pleasure, making me surrender to his timing. He kisses and strokes me, from eyes to pelvis and back, each part of my body is under his tongue, his hands, his love. This glorious torture goes on for what seems like an eternity and then suddenly I am free, free to do as I want with the body before me.

I grasp his neck, pulling him to me, my mouth finds his and my kisses are the evidence of my longing, each more ardent than the last, I am spent for breath and yet I refuse to surrender my hold, I gasp and enjoy the lightheaded feelings along with the kiss. Stronger now I kiss, I bite his lips, I move my teeth to his neck, holding him, inhaling his sent. Now he is my captive, my legs pinning him, my kisses holding him, my hands become busy with hair, neck, and chest. Strong muscles under smooth flesh, I feel each pec, each line of stomach, he quivers under my fingers as I gently trace a trail to his groin. I find what I was seeking, a firm warm shaft to occupy my hands, I stoke him, feeling the wonder that is a man.

Mouth to mouth, shared breath, shared desire.

We two, hands stroking, eyes feasting, tongues tasting.

We move, bodies in time, hearts beat faster, gasping, grasping.

The world dissolves, time stops, we are one.

I sit and stare at the drink before me, as I contemplate the ice I hear my name, calling me back to the present, it is spoken so gently, echoes of things yet unsaid are in that one word.

I look at him, I am here with him, a friend, yet I know him not.
We talk of everything and nothing, the sounds of the room around us fade, just mutterings in the distance, like a far off highway. We share our thoughts, our hearts, our souls.

We seek a quieter corner, to unwind and pass the time, I look at him with wonder, he looks at me with longing. I sense what is coming and am unsure but filled with anticipation.

He leaves me for a time, I rest, I find amusement in the colors and sounds of the others around me, I stand relaxed against the wall, just waiting, enjoying.

Then he is before me, his left hand on the wall beside my head, his right hand reaching for me, I give one small twitch of hesitation and then give in, I allow the touch.
His right hand roams my side, from ribs to thigh he explores, his touch is knowing.
The left hand stays on the wall, keeping me sheltered from the others, keeping me all to himself. His head leans near, I am lost in his eyes for a moment then closer still he is, a few words whispered, a kiss, soft as falling snow on my neck, he pulls back and I see everything I knew I would in those eyes.

Time flips, the room flips, I am filled with longing for this man before me, I press him to the wall, using none of the restraint he showed. My hands in his hair, my body pressed close to his, I feel his excitement. My kisses enough to steal the breath from his lungs, the life from his soul, I don’t think he minds. We breath, we kiss, we forget ourselves, we forget the world, there is only us in this moment.

We share a night, we share so much more, we are one and yet we are two.
We wait with longing for our chance and we ache with knowing it is there for us, tomorrow, yesterday and forever.

One toothbrush in the bathroom
One towel on the bar
One car that moves
One car that sits
One silent computer
One pair of still boots..

this is my reality.

  I haven’t quite decided if this is a good thing to write about here or not, you see it’s a dream, a very real dream with very real people in it. I have never met most of them but I know plenty about their characters, I still want to share it (and get told I’m crazy by the smart folks who read it) so I guess the best I can do is use no names.

     I find myself in an unknown city, it is large but not huge, it could be in my country, it could be foreign but I hear English being spoken. I don’t know how I got here, I don’t know why I’m here, I seem to need to stay a while but I am alone…
     I meet up with an online friend (I don’t know if this was planned or chance) here in this strange city I find I’m not alone after all. They offer me a place to say (until I leave...until I decide to stay…until something) I don’t know how we get there but we are now in their apartment, it is near(or at) the top of a tall building, it’s quite nice but not exactly suited to more than one person, it has a large living room/kitchen combo and then a second room that is the master bedroom with an attached bathroom, and after a bit of talk I gather that this is one of the “top suites” of a hotel, my host stays here because they have some stake in the business (weather that is as a manager, part owner or what I’m not sure) I feel at ease, I have no worries that this person will harm me or take any advantage of my situation, how odd I’ve never even talked to them on the phone and suddenly we are room mates.
      My host gets called away, something work related, so I am left to settle in, I examine “my” side of the suite, more interested in the view out the windows from this height than anything else, I can see some of the city, but tall buildings block exactly how big it is. I sense there is more to see from the other side, these rooms are on a corner of the building, but being a shy sort I am reluctant to invade the bedroom of my host, they pop in briefly and catch me window gazing, they smile and this phrase greets my ears before they leave again.
“You have to see out the windows in the other room, it’s stunning”
Well with that permission I go look, the room is beautiful, more rich looking than the “front” room, carved wood furniture, lush carpets, nice plants (thought I doubt my host notices those) finally I look out the windows, it’s beautiful, a park or woodland is down there, I can see walking trails and ponds, the perfect spot of green amidst the cold gray city blocks.
      (Here is where it gets weird) as I’m looking about this other room I stop to examine a painting, while standing there I feel a hand on my crotch, not grabbing, not rough but just placed there, I look down to see a hole in the floor, I see into the room below and yet another online person is looking up at me, their hand where it shouldn’t be, I start yelling and suddenly they are in the room, I’m angry and kick them out, I have no desire to be in their presence. They return a short time later, and again I make them leave, this happens four or five times, the last time as I “escort” them out the door I throw something at their retreating back, it misses but strikes a candle that was on the window ledge at the far end of the hallway, fire breaks out, I feel sick knowing I have caused this to the place my host works/lives.
    Myself and another guest/tenant grab fire extinguishers, the flames are gone almost as soon as they appeared. When my host returns they are obviously quite angry about the damage, but after explaining the reasons behind it they relax. They tell me they have had problems with the downstairs person before and not to worry, hotels have insurance after all.
     It is evening, some time later I think, I’ve been content here but it is time to go, my host and I are eating a small meal, just waiting for my pick up to arrive. When my pick up does arrive it’s my parents, and I was expecting that. I am packed, I am ready, I thank my host (who has become my friend) I rise from my chair and offer them a hug, all friends get hugs, as I pull away they kiss me, just a gentle brush against my lips, I don’t find it rude or out of place just gentlemanly, and in that moment I realize they care for me, they would have done anything for me if I had asked, nay if I had let them, but it is to late, my ride is here, and I am leaving.

 
  I woke up shortly after dreaming this, I remembered it well then and it has stuck with me all day.
I guess I should mention that the two online people I met in my dream I have different 'relationships' with. The one(my host) I read what they write, they read what I write, we chat from time to time, in a vague online way I know them quite well.The other one I have stumbled upon their writings from time to time but I don't regularly read them, nor do I think they read me, I've had no other experiences with that person.

   I guess one of the reasons I found it so odd is that I spent most of the day yesterday watching Sci-Fi, I tend to dream about events that have happened recently or the things I watched, and that dream had nothing to do with the drama at the barn or FarScape…