Prologue: The Dream

The fog is thick. Not in the air, but in my head. So many thoughts and emotions pulling in so many different directions. The fog is clouding any sensible thought that comes to mind. It’s strong and powerful.

Alarm bells ring across my body as if I’m in enemy territory. As soon as my clouded mind recognizes there’s a threat, it gets pulled towards lust and need. Unsure where the need came from, but grateful there is already a willing and heavenly being in human form standing in front of me to sate this undeniable need. The fog is clouding any memory of how we met or even how we came to be in a private room together. Her hands all over me just as much as mine are all over her. Neither of us seeming to care about anything happening outside this room, as if we are in a trance.

Alarms!

‘Where was I before I came in here?’

‘What was I doing?’

‘For the love of all that is Holy, she tastes so sweet.’

Alarms!

‘Wait, what was her name?’

‘Did I even ask?’

‘Shit. She’s so soft. Her skin. Her hair. Her luscious curves.’

Alarm!

‘Wait, why can’t I remember…?’

‘Whatever. I Need Her. I Need IN her. Now.’

So delicious. So wet. So sweet. Not sure how this will ever be enough. From her wet lips, to her rosy nips, to her perfect hips. Everything about her has me hypnotized. Her fingers through my hair tugging closer for deeper kisses or pushing away preferring me to kiss elsewhere.

After what seemed like and eternity of lips smacking and bodies slapping, we were finally sated and exhausted, the fire extinguished. Holding the most stunning being I’ve ever seen, we drift off into a deep sleep, spooning on the sofa with only a throw blanket from the back of the sofa to keep us warm.