We are at out favourite hangout. The crowd is minimal, the KJ is playing mostly tunes.
Bored and restless, I get up to wander the back room. Returning I say "You'll never guess what I've found."
Looking somewhat interested you raise an eyebrow. Eyes sparkling, smiling mysteriously, I get up and walk away.
Looking over my shoulder, I check to see if you follow. You do, so I lead you to a darkened corner.
Standing there you say "Wow, a stool." Putting my hands on your hips, I maneuver you to sit on it.
Me standing, you sitting, we're just about eye to eye. Biting my lip I glance shyly at your eyes.
Raising my hand, I gently touch your face. Caressing your bottom lip with my thumb.
Sliding my hand to tangle in your hair, I murmur "Stop me." as I lean over to lightly kiss your lips.
Pulling back I look deep into your eyes. Trying to gage your reaction, I wait.
Your hands finding my hips, you lean in asking "why?" Kissing me fully, twining your tongue with mine.
Winding both arms round your neck, I move to you. Enjoying the feel of our bodies pressed together.
Pulling my arms downward as I nibble on your neck. I reach around to grasp at your posterior.
Hands snaking around your waist I come into contact with warm skin. Groaning, remembering, I swear you stopped tucking your shirt in, just to torture me!!
Hands now altering course, they run up your back.
Pulling your closer to me I wonder "does he feel this too??" "does he even know that the more I touch him the more I feel for him??"
Finding their way to the front, the pads of my thumbs flit over your nipples. The nubs harden as you make noises of liking.
Rubbing circles over the sensitive flesh there, you grab my ass and thrust it forward.
Feeling the firmness there I gasp, gripping the sides of you.
Kissing me hard with need your hands move up, under my shirt. I glory in your touch, vaguely wondering about that noise.
Becoming louder and more insistent, I break our kiss.
Turning my head to see, exactly what that sound is my eyes fly open.
Trying to focus, I am now looking at my very irritating alarm clock.
Slamming the snooze button to shut it up, I don't know whether to laugh or cry.
Doing neither I bury my face in the pillow.
And scream - long and loud. Then come up laughing.
What a better way to start the day than making out with a white hot guy...............
even if it was only in my dreams.
