Thursday morning....(fecking headache)
His mouth all over me...gliding...hot...wet...the rasp of his beard....been so long. My fingers are in his hair...soft, silken strands...gliding through my fingers...hips moving...fast and fast...warm, wet mouthomygod
I woke up this morning with the sunlight streaming right in my eyes. My poor, hungover, bleary, bloodshot eyes. I nearly tore down the curtains in my haste to block out the light...that damn, bright, in-your-face-good-morning-sunshine! light. I'm getting too old for this.
And I'm definately too old to be waking up in a sticky mess, all sweaty with the sheets thrown off of me like some 13 year old kid. Great...the teenagers around here are probably getting more action around here than old Vig who needed to change his bedsheets this morning. Fuck.
How the hell am I going to face him this morning without thinking about that damn dream? I'm losing it...24 hours after being around him again and I'm totally losing it. It's been too long. That's my problem. Been too concerned with other things and have been completely neglecting my wants and needs. That's all...it's just stress brought on by the divorce...it was just a dream, it meant nothing only that he looks so damn good and it felt so real and so right and GODDAMMIT!
I'm going to get coffee.
I woke up this morning with the sunlight streaming right in my eyes. My poor, hungover, bleary, bloodshot eyes. I nearly tore down the curtains in my haste to block out the light...that damn, bright, in-your-face-good-morning-sunshine! light. I'm getting too old for this.
And I'm definately too old to be waking up in a sticky mess, all sweaty with the sheets thrown off of me like some 13 year old kid. Great...the teenagers around here are probably getting more action around here than old Vig who needed to change his bedsheets this morning. Fuck.
How the hell am I going to face him this morning without thinking about that damn dream? I'm losing it...24 hours after being around him again and I'm totally losing it. It's been too long. That's my problem. Been too concerned with other things and have been completely neglecting my wants and needs. That's all...it's just stress brought on by the divorce...it was just a dream, it meant nothing only that he looks so damn good and it felt so real and so right and GODDAMMIT!
I'm going to get coffee.