I dare to dream sometimes

I dreamed. And I felt selfish for it. Not for dreaming, but for the things I dreamed of. 


I dreamed that I lived in a nice flat in the city with my lover, wood flooring, scattered rugs, a cat, a nice big kitchen/living area, huge shower, and two bedrooms, the rest isn't really important, the rest is just what fills up the space around the aforementioned important things. 


Anyway, I lived there with my lover, his wife was out of the picture, because, let's face it, how could anybody look at my lover and not want to jump his bones? Unless they were a straight man or a gay woman. But she's neither as far as I know, all I know is that she doesn't love him like I love him. I've never met her, we've never talked a lot about her, I may be misjudging her horribly and I'll go to hell for it. I don't care. I love him. 


And as well as having my lover, I had my Sir, not living there, just staying when he came into the city. Coming over for dinner after a hard day at work, having the kind of wonderful intelligent dinner conversation I love so much, then, after dinner, after dessert and a cup of tea, bidding my lover good night, and taking me to the other bedroom to use me. To tie me up and beat me and make me beg for more and more until both of us were satiated, satisfied, and ready to fall asleep, my head resting on his chest, his arm around me, keeping me warm and safe and happy.


On nights when Sir wasn't around I'd spend my time sometimes cooking but mostly jumping my lover's bones. Fucking him until neither of us could go on, until we collapsed on the bed, soaked in sweat and cum, and slept, warm in each other's arms, spooning, warm and safe and happy. He'd have another lover too, or maybe more than one, a pretty girl or two (or more) who would come over and play with him, or both of us sometimes.


I dreamed it. And I want so much for it to be true. I feel selfish for wanting it. For wanting my dream house of love, with those closest to my heart, those I care for more than anything else in the world. 


Everybody can dream.