Infatuation

He was infatuated….. he sighed as he awoke from another dream of her and rolled onto his back. The dog that was pressed against his legs grumpt softly at the moment.  He stared into the dark with the half awake memories of the dream still floating like mist in his mind.
 The notification light on his phone flashed softly in the dark. He groaned as sore muscles protested the movement as he pulled himself up to lean against the headboard. The screen flash far to bright to his night adjusted eyes as he flipped it on. Squinting he scrolled through his messages… work… work… updates… her… wait! What? His fingers shook slightly as he opened the message.  She had sent him something while he was asleep!  Load faster stupid phone!
 He could almost imagine her cheerful soft voice as he read.. “good morning! Sending you a smile to wake up to.” She had posed herself in black lacy lingerie looking up at the camera, the gentle curves of her hips.. chest.. lips.. drew his eyes to follow.  Her smile was coy.. a sexy little smirk that said “I am ridiculously hot.. and I know it.” He saved it to his phone and scrolled down. Oh.. you little minx.. he thought as he read.. “now that your up..snicker i want you to use those big strong hands of yours…” the picture that followed was of a jar of pickles with a sticynote that said STUCK LID. He grinned in the dark and chuckled.. then he noticed the reflection in the jar. He looked closer.. enlarging the image and zooming in. It was slightly distorted by the glass, but there she was. She was kneeling, topless.. lifting her breasts from below like an offering.  God! She was such a tease! Clever, funny, and crazy sexy all in one picture. She had definitely sent him a smile.. but it was him that was smiling. Next was a series of shots. She was now in a corset and heels.. crawling closer to the camera with each picture. He bit his lip as he watched her wide eyes looking into his soul. From picture to picture he could almost see the sway of her hips as she came closer.. and closer.. the last shot was just her lips, slightly parted and wet. Her mouth was relaxed, falling open as if she was about to…
 He groaned in frustration,  “what a wonderful and beautiful way to wake up” he thought.
 Then he woke up. He could feel he was still smiling from the dream. He turned his head and looked at his phone on the nightstand…. no messages.  He sighed softly… he was infatuated.

Good morning and best wishes -sirhanz

Bad dream

I have been working a lot lately and it has been hard to write because I have been so tired. Worked late on Monday so i could take Tuesday off to rest. That did help the body aches some. Crashed early last night and woke at 6am from a dream that left me feeling nauseous. Tried to put it on the page to get it out of my head and that did help a little.

I dreamed of pain,
The pain of being cast away,
Ignored.. struggling In vain,
To be seen..
To be loved…
I wanted to yell,
To scream,
It was it’s own kind of hell,
Subconscious fears,
Makeing themselves known,
I awoke with half formed tears,
Shimmering in my vision,
Deep breath…. only a dream..
Only a dream.. only a dream.

Still not feeling great.. but life goes on.

I hope all your mornings are better than my own.

Best wishes -SirHanz

Ephemeral

A quiescence mind,

Stillness surrounds,

The silent lull,

Between wakeing,

And the dew,

Left behind,

By the memory,

Of dreams,

Languidly evaporating,

In the heat,

Of my cup of tea,

Ephemeral gauze,

Lifted,

From oceans of blue,

A transitory moment,

Grasped fleeting,

By the words,

Of the poet.

Best wishes -SirHanz

Rain

We laughed as the warm rain fell,

Slick skin.. face touched with crystal drops,

I quench my thirst with the river between your breasts,

Bodies entwined.. silk on silk

Gripping,

Slipping,

Flesh pressed deep,

Pressed down,

Held up,

Cries drowned,

By the pounding,

Rain.

-SirHanz

A switch in dream.

It was cold… I shivered as her silk gloved hand dragged the icecube down my chest. I could feel the slight wetness left behind by its passage. I shivered.. not at the chill, but at her warm breath traceing the same path.

It is dark behind the strip of cloth that has taken my sight. I wish I could see her.. is she smiling? I can smell the amber sent of her.. she must be close. I can feel the ache slowly spreading in my shoulders, the rope biteing my skin. My hands are pulled behind me and tied, the rope running beneath the chair. There is another strip of cloth around my neck, securing my head to the high back of the chair. I can feel her fingers.. caressing.. teaseing.. move along the line of my collar of cloth.

I could feel the drag of rope along my thigh.. the pressure as it was pulled tight. First one.. then the other.. my legs pulled apart.. she must have pulled it beneath the chair. I can feel the added tension in my wrists.

I smiled, looking down at her. Her legs spread.. her back arched as her arms were held behind the chair… gorgeous. I kneeled before her, takeing her ankle into my hand… positioning it next to the chair leg. I worked quickly, the loops of jute seeming to fly from my fingertips. A steady pull..a jerk as knots held her fast to the oak. Stepping back I examined my handiwork. The chair was positioned exactly two feet from the bed, the spacing was important for what I had in mind.

What a work of art.. her mouth just slightly open.. her pulse quick in the hollow of her throat… the swell of her bust laid bare.. the blush that was creeping up her neck to her cheeks..

I could feel the blush riseing, what would she do? All the possibilities stretched out before me.. each more tantalizing than the.. wait.. her hand was apon my chest. A shove and I was falling backwards in darkness. The world seems to twist and spin. Falling.. I was falling! Muscles clench as I brace for the impact. Fear fills my brain telling me to run, to get away.. but there is no impact. No sudden pain, only the soft catch of the edge of the bed. I can feel the coolness of the sheets beneath the back of my head.

I try to relax but my hummingbird heart is haveing none of it. I can feel the chair shift as she moves apon the bed. Again.. the amber.. she is close. Her lips touch mine.. I can feel her softness, she tastes like coffee. Then she is gone, leaving lingering warmth. Her lips touch my ear..

I whisper “I am going to use you.” I can feel the heat run through her as I cup her chin in my hand. I kneel above her, my thumb resting at the corner of her mouth. Shadows cast by candle light play and dance across her. Yes.. I want her. Her body.. yes.. but more.. I want her heart. With firm pressure I open her mouth. She is breathing faster knowing what is to come.. but I make her wait. Let her feel the hardness of me resting against her lips. Slowly.. yes.. ever so slowly.. I sink past her lips. The chair glistens between her thighs. She moans, trying to pull me deeper. With a sudden thrust…

I push my tounge deeper. I cannot see.. and cannot hear with her thighs clamped tight to the sides of my head. I want to struggle.. to grab her and pull her to me. But my bonds are tight. She presses down, grinding herself apon me. I am for her.. to use for her pleasure. Unspoken words ring loudly in my head as I feel the wetness flood my mouth.

She is not done.. even as she shudders against me her hands are firm apon my shoulders.. needing.. demanding.. more..

I could only try to give her what she demanded. She pushed herself downward once again, rocking back and forth.. her delicate lips filling my mouth with sweet nectar.

I was hard once more as I slowly drew myself up and away.. a Groan of longing spilled from her as I left her warmth. A tiny thread of saliva dripped from her chin to land glittering apon her chest. I moved to stand before the chair and slowly started to undo the bindings. I worked upward, traceing my fingertips across the marks left apon her skin. “Please… I need you…” her soft voice seemed to fill the whole of my reality. But I would not be rushed. As I freed her wrists her arms came up to encircle me, pulling me down into her waiting lips. Her kiss was fire.. firce.. filled with pent up longing and need. With a gentle push I freed myself from the all consuming blaze. I cut the rope running beneath the chair, leaving the binding around her thighs.

Lastly I retrieved my gift from the drawer at the bedside. Laying it flat apon my hand I held it before her and with a deft twist removed the blindfold.

I could see.. my body was sore.. and burning with need. I blinked.. trying to adjust to the dim light. My eyes found hers.. I drank her in like a man on the verge of death. And then she lifted her gift into my view. Longing, lust, love, frustration, acceptance.. spilled slowly down my cheeks as I looked at the collar she held. It was simple.. yet complex.. all at the same time. Like me… I thought.

The floodgates opened. My heart unfolded into her hands. I tore at the cloth that still held my neck to the chair and fell to my knees before her. My eyes blurred with emotion, she lifted my chin to look at her. She knelt.. fastening the collar around my neck. A single tear like a falling star flowed down her perfect face.

And that’s when she saw it.. a collar.. identical to the one I had just clasped around her. Graced my own neck. It was too much… she threw herself into my arms, weeping and kissing my face. She pushed me back apon the bed, rolling over and pulling me into her as she kissed me. We were both lost. She clenched around me, wrapping her legs around my ass to pull me deeper. She jerked and twisted, clawing at my back…. her breath was short… her chest heaved… we rolled..

She grabs my face, pulling it to her breast as she rides me.. we dance.. finding the steps as we go. Each movement without thought leading to the next. I have lost track of her orgasms…3..8? It doesn’t matter. She sucks with greedy abandon apon my fingers as our rythem gains speed. Pulling her down to lay atop me I lift my knees and thrust harder.. grinding against her hips. He legs begin to shake.. she is close. Lifting her face to mine our lips meet just as she cries out her final victory. Her voice pours into me even as I pour into her.

We lay panting in the disheveled sheets.. Bodies slick with sweat, relishing the cool air. I pull her against me.. amber.. and salt.. kissing her neck I ask..”will you keep me?”

The alarm goes off. Dog barks at the alarm.. dammit.. too soon! Take me back! I need to know what she said!

I bury my face in the pillow.. groaning in frustration. “Fuck that was intence..” I peek at the light just starting to drift through the window. So vivid.. I need to write.. but first.. tea.

Best wishes -SirHanz

The wakeing dream

There was heat between her legs..

Dreaming of him..

Blurry eyes open slowly…

It feels blissful…

Eyes close..

The waves of pleasure slowly riseing..

The pillow smells of lavender and linen..

A soft moan, was that her?…

Cobwebs of sleep drift like clouds..

She smiles lazily and licks her lips..

A kiss at the corner of her mouth..

Tastes like mint…

Something.. inside.. feels good..

Teeth nip at her breast…

She arches her back, stretching…

More..

Harder..

Her legs wrap around him…

The smell of candles..

Lips find his with panting kiss..

The whole world is pleasure…

Her world turns white..

His warmth fills her…

Her eyes find his..

A smile…”Good morning sir.”

Best wishes -SirHanz

Of dreams

So its 2am.. I have been woken up from a weirdly vivid dream and I wanted to get it out of my head. I am shopping at whole foods late at night with my brother. I am a bit hungry so I buy some pickled beets (in the dream they are delicious… I hate beets.) I get some toasted tortillas to put them on and a nice white wine to go with it. I go out to the car to put things away and stop to help a lady haveing car problems. After helping her I again set out for my car and realize I am lost. I end up walking home to the apartment complex (I dont live in an apartment) and because it is late and I am tired end up on the wrong floor walking into the apartment a floor below mine. There is a girl in a hoodie playing video games, the things in the room I walk into look the same as what is in my living room but rearranged and with small imperfections and differences. I stammer an apology and turn to leave. The hoodie girl says something I dont quite catch and I almost walk into another girl comeing in the door. After explaining to the new girl what I am doing there she says she understands and I excuse myself and leave. Now again I am lost and end up at the open door to another apartment. There is a frail old man laying in the doorway bemoaning the need to have his inlaws move in so that he can support a son that abandoned him. I help him up and help him inside. He Introduces me to his wife and I talk with her a bit, she is depressed because her husband is sad. I give her some kind words that seem to help her feel a little better. She says I look tired, I admit that I am and she offers to let me use their extra room to rest. I gladly accept and she shows me to the room. She leaves me at the door and I go inside, it is a small room with a large bed in it. The blanket on the bed is a faded red and looks hand knitted. I sit on the bed and look around the room, it is then that I notice three ladies siting at the head of the bed leaning on the headboard. Two are talking to each other and how they look is blurry and unimportant in the dream. The third… siting quietly to one side not saying a word.. is stunning. She is wearing a silk drape and a tiny pair of panties both in a deep burgundy. I look at her, drinking in how the low light plays apon her skin. She smiles at me, it is a smile conveying need, want, and desire. She desires me. Slowly she moves her knees apart, spreading her legs and allowing me to see all of her. I turn and lay my head back using her thigh as a pillow. I look up at her and she says nothing, just gently caresses my face with her hand. Then suddenly in my dream it all makes sence. I speak.. oh! You must have read my blog!

Then I wake up.

Apologies if that was weird and rambling but such is the way of dreams. And it is now 3am.

Goodnight dear readers. -SirHanz