WOMAN OF MY DREAMS

MIKE

The fantasy I was in kept me from seeing her when she woke up. Her eyes were wide and her face was tight with panic. She jumped out of bed. She was ready to scream when, in a diffuse beam of light, she glimpsed my face.

She froze as if she were a stone pillar. She was so tender, like a blooming rose that gave off the sweetest smell I’d ever encountered.

It was empty. Completely naked. She had small and vibrant red lips. Her perfectly round breasts with ruby nipples puckered when my gaze passed over them. Her breasts were also completely hairless. The tips of her inner lips peeked shyly out of the vertical cleft. The sweet dew of feminine arousal shone delicately over them.

I sized her up with my eyes a few times until our gazes met and I saw she remained mesmerized. It was a moment I had to use to my advantage.

I approached her gently, without scaring her. I stopped at such a close distance that I could smell her graceful scent that resembled an imperial lily.

My quickened breath