Thursday, August 27, 2015

SORROW...

A thought, a snippet a prelude? You tell me?


Sorrow...



Torn between real life and his dreams, Tony drove himself crazy. He would wake up in the dark recesses of the night, sweating with need. She, lived in his dreams. He wanted to crawl into that dream night after night, to touch her, to feel himself inside her, but she was just out of his reach. Reality was becoming a blur.


How do you catch a dream? How do you live a dream? Tony could only think he was losing his mind. Did he care? No, not until he had her, whether in a dream or not, he'd find a way.

When he woke up, it was three a.m. and his head was pounding. Damn he'd had too much to drink the night before and he'd had some people wondering if he checked his brains at the door. One young woman reminded him of his dream girl, short auburn hair and green eyes. He was sure it was her, come to life and ending his misery.  Yeah, he grabbed her and kissed her, well maybe slobbered all over her, he was that drunk.

He pushed the pillow behind his head, damn his cock was hard that morning wood got home very time. He went to scratch his balls and knew he needed relief. Stroking himself slowly felt good, then he increased his rhythm and his hold. He pushed down the sheets so he'd shoot his wad on himself and not his new clean sheets. 

Pull after pull on his hard dick brought him closer and his mind focused on the gorgeous auburn haired women he'd been dreaming of the last few months. The coral tips of her full breasts filled his erotic soaked mind. How he wanted more. He imagined being between her silky thighs and how she'd taste. He could see the soft pink fold of her cunt, glistening and beckoning him to her. The more he fantasized the closer her got to nirvana. When he couldn't stand the sweet torture anymore he let it happen. His cock jerked spewing his cum all over his taunt abdomen. 
"Ah fuck!" he yelled.
"Who are you? Where are you?" he asked into thin air.
His whole body relaxed. All his energy went into one orgasm, perhaps today he'd be able to keep his mind clear of a certain dream girl.

Tony Rizzo was not losing his mind. Sometimes dreams are a portal...to where no one is quite sure.

to be continued.....




Ethan Radcliff 2015

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