Monday, April 20, 2009

Prologue

They were kissing. They couldn't hear a single noise. Only the music in their ears. Only the sound of their lips.

It was dim. They couldn't see a thing. Only the sparkle in their eyes.

He couldn't breathe. He couldn't stop. He doesn't want to stop - at least for now.

There were thrusting. They were groping each other. They were both intimate.

It was everything. It was ecstasy.

He's near. She's near. They were about to ... ... then he woke up.


It was the best dream he had. It was an intimate affair. It was complete with all the ingredients he needed. But as I've said, it was only a dream. He knew it could never happen again. He just stared at the ceiling - savoring everything that happened in his dream.

One thing perplexed him - the vivid image of the girl.

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