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Chapter 3: Dream Insanity

Stream Of Consciousness… Is He Real?

By LiciaEmberPublished about a year ago Updated about a year ago 2 min read
Taken By Yours Truly

The Continued Story…

Dear Diary,

I masturbate to the sound of his voice in my head(whispers come here, relax, just let it happen), touch of his hand in between my thighs, to the feel of his rough fingers thrusting inside of me... the way he silently watches how he pleasures me... fills my senses to its core... I can't stand it…

I told him I wanted to be a pretzel only problem is I didn't have a baker and he quite slyly replied he went to culinary school...

I wake up from a heat induced sweat...

Not even six months and he came to me again... or did I go to him? It’s hard to tell where the lines are now. I could feel his breathe on my skin, his hair in between my finger tips. But this was different I felt in control and he seemed out of place. He's usually the villian but had I? Had I become the high heeled vixen?Showing up at his door demanding to be with him in all the best and worst ways? The things I wanted to do to him, what I wanted him to do to me on that couch... Did I go him or did he come to me?

Why am I thinking about a man that doesn't exist? Hey Dream Man, are you real? Even the stream of hot water can't wash away his touch, the smell of him. Dream man, are you real? I'm losing my sanity. Or am I gaining clarity? I have a feeling the strangest feeling I'll be seeing him more often...

I peep out my door. Its still dark at 6am, the rain at a steady pace. I love rainy days. Damn, the feel of your arms wrapped around me again. Get it together. Get a grip.You have to start your day. Hey Dream Man.. What do I call you? Why haven't you told me your name?

Am I crossing his boundaries or is he crossing mine? The lines are getting so blurred what started as a dream is now consuming my every waking moment. What am I saying? You're not real... the night we spent together never happened. How could I be crossing your boundaries? Hey Dream Man, I just want you to know that you are every bit of what I hope you'd be. You're sexy and mysterious. I may be losing a touch of reality but somehow I'm ok with going so deep with you, there is no return. Hey Dream Man... When you come back.. leave me with a name...

Read Chapter Two: Dreams Intertwined

Read Chapter Four: Is She Mine?

You will not be disappointed..

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About the Creator

LiciaEmber

Writing is a passion of mine. With each new literary piece I create, I get to explore a new part of my imagination and using my own photography allows me to connect to my work in a very unique way.

Join Me On This Journey...Won't You?

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