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As You Sleep
As You Sleep You are a beautiful woman, your face is what drives the fantasies of every man you know. Women are jealous of you when you step into the club. You sit at the foot of your bed, in a empty house and wonder when will he come to give your life meaning. You go to bed alone, you toss and turn the night thru. You wake up because you’re restless. You touch yourself down there and it feels good. You don’t want to do it, you want a man’s hand down there, but you are all alone. You continue to massage yourself and you begin to feel the release that comes after a prolong rubbing session. You let out a semi loud yell as you reach the point of no return and the liquids begin to flow down your vagina. It was not as great as a throbbing hard dick, but it serves to calm you down and you fall asleep. You’re tired in the morning, but not as tense. You prepare for work, fixing your hair to perfection. Your lipstick reflects the light from the mirror and when you’re done, you are stunning. Off to work you go, turning heads left and right. Your smile melts the hearts of every man and you use it like candy treats. After a tough day, you return home. Your house is still empty and you are alone. You move the covers on the bed and enter. You prepare for sleep, your mind is not on sleep but how empty you are at this moment. You close your eyes and sleep begins to take you. Your hand falls in between your legs, this time you don’t succumb to the desire, this time you sleep. Across town, as you sleep, my head is full of desire for you. I wonder what you are doing. Wonder if for one night, could I be that man that makes you smile every morning. I close my eyes and start to sleep. I touch myself and I feel myself rise. I fall to sleep thinking about you and without control, bring myself to satisfaction and go to sleep. Morning comes and I’m in my empty room, preparing for work and wondering, if today you’ll notice me. |
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You have written a post that seems to be biographical. How do you know my story? Do you know me? Do I know you? Is there actually someone here where I live that wants me the way that you do? What a haunting post. rc.
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Thanks for the comment. This applies to everyone. We don't have all that we want and can be successful in numerous ways and be alone, totally unaware of who or how close our admirers are.
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