His slow, deliberate touch makes my pulse race uncontrollably.
His fingers are soft yet pressing on my moist skin.
His lips are electric yet palliative on my yearning lips.
His steeled blade slides slowly into my sheath without resistance, the perfect fit.
Overcome, he impales me faster in response to my cries for more.
Harder.
Deeper.
He stills for another kiss.
Then he pushes the air from my lungs as he impales me again.
So deep inside, my womb ceases.
Repeatedly he enters me until I climax.
Screaming his name, I open my eyes.
Darkness. It’s just a dream.
