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From: Paddy22@aol.com
Subject: (<500) "Am I only dreaming" by Paddy Toute

My entry for Celeste's short story competition, reposted as requested.

Don't forget to tell Celeste (Celeste801@aol.com) if you hated it (or liked
it a bit...)


My second ever story. Yes, it's true, so I don't have to do all the
disclaimer rubbish - oh, except for one, and it's very important.

DONT READ THIS IF: you can't read.

"Am I only dreaming" by Paddy Toute
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My fingers seek out your warmest place. Feeling my light contact there, you
shift position slightly to give me better access. I caress your outer lips,
slowly but surely worming my way to your very core. Pausing only to move my
thumb over your erect clitoris, I slide my finger into your warm, welcoming
tunnel. 

Keeping my thumb on and around your clitoris, I begin to slowly make love to
you with my longest finger. Despite the increasing pace, and your audibly
quickening breathing, you remain steadfastly asleep. As I increase my pace,
your breathing gets louder, and I sense your orgasm is impending, yet still
you slumber on.

I position my body with its steely erection over yours and, supporting my
weight on my arms, nudge my glans towards your now moist opening. Slowly,
with infinite care I replace my fingers there with my erection, which gently
eases itself into your welcome cavern. It feels so right, so made to fit, as
though in a previous incarnation we two were one being, joined at this point
of ultimate sensual pleasure. With a few strokes, you are back on the trail
to your peak. I too feel my orgasm approaching, and seconds later we climax
together, the flashes of intense pleasure and bursts of light imprinting
themselves on the map of my soul. You cry out, yet still you sleep on.

Still inside you, my spent penis slowly softening, I look at the clock radio
beside the bed. 12.50 am.  I whisper to you - "Aline?". No response. Again,
slightly louder -"Aline?". Still no response apart from your steady
breathing. Resolving not to wake you, I slowly withdraw my penis, replacing
it in turn with a wad of tissues (I know how you hate to mess up the sheets).
I turn over, the archetypal happy man, and within seconds I am asleep.

I leave for work before you rise, after gently removing the tissues from
between your open legs. You are so sexy lying there, apparently wanton,
naked, abandoned and contented, a sweet, faraway smile playing across your
tanned face.

10.25 am. In a meeting. My moblie rings. It's you. "Hi darling!. Hey - you'll
never believe this sexy dream I had last night". "Oh, yeah?" I reply,
guardedly. "Yeah. Just you wait till you get home. I can't wait to act it out
in real life".

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May 29th 1997

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