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Sweet Dreams

Sometimes, just being together is enough
And so, another day draws to a close.

Standing side by side, we brush our teeth.

I watch your breasts jiggle as you bend over to rinse your mouth.

I almost touch them, but know I am too tired to follow through.

So I keep my hands to myself.

I wait in the hallway, behind a closed door, while you pee.

You come out, and go into the bedroom to put on a tee shirt.

Then it is my turn.

As usual, I forget, and leave the door open.

You shake your head and listen, smiling to yourself as you sit on the edge of the bed, massaging lotion into your hands.

I lower the seat, flush, and turn off the bathroom light.

We slide between the sheets together.

You roll onto your side, and I snuggle against your back.

I place my hand on your hip, and kissing the back of your neck, whisper.

“Goodnight, Honey. Sweet dreams.”


Sometime in the middle of the night, half asleep and half awake, you pull my hand up to your breast.

I feel your nipple protruding between my fingers, and close them together gently.

My hand relaxes, and rests there.

My erection is in the crack of your ass, and you raise your leg.

Sleepily, I slide slowly into your wetness.

You lower your leg, holding me firmly inside you.

I wrap my arm around you, holding you to me.

I kiss your neck again, and joined, we fall back to sleep.

Sweet dreams, Honey.

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