Dream Lovers
I remember reading this erotic story once. It was long so there's no way in hell I'd put it on here but anyways. I remember the story was about this woman who met this real life rock star (real life as in the story of course) in a dream of hers. After that they decided they'd keep meeting in dreams, making these fantasy worlds around them. It was a strange story. strange girl, strange worlds they created...but it was beautiful none the less. It reminded me of all the times I wanted to live in dreams, just create worlds for myself. I always thought that it would be so peaceful, so ideal.
I settled for writing them out. Writing them as metaphors, as erotic and none erotic tales. As I grew and changed so did the tales. They got more detailed, more complex and sensual. But it seems the ideas are still better. Kind of like when you can't draw but your trying so hard to draw out what you see in your head. It's hard.
Nowadays, though, I just write them out. But the pull to experience new things (and I'm not talking about lovers I'm speaking of experiences as nearly anything adventurous or erotic) to fuel my spirituality, my sexuality and senuality-which in turn fuels my writing-is strong. So I try to just blend all my mixed-up morals and my love for Josh with this pull. Although...I still dream...and I still get fueled by the rest of the world around me so I know everything will turn out.