Summary

The web content describes an intimate and dreamlike interaction between two characters, Rain and Karen, who discuss the nature of reality and the significance of their shared dream experiences.

Abstract

The narrative revolves around a conversation between Rain and Karen, who are depicted as lying naked together on a bed. They reflect on the mundanity of their waking lives versus the freedom and intensity of their dreams. Karen argues that their dream life is the truer reality, a heaven where they are free from the tedium of the daytime. Rain recounts a daydream involving routine activities and a desire to return to the dream world where they are together. The story culminates in an erotic encounter, emphasizing the emotional and physical connection the two characters share in their dreams. The text is interspersed with links to related content and other works by the author, suggesting a broader exploration of themes related to dreams, romance, and eroticism.

Opinions

Karen believes that their dream life is more real and significant than their waking life, viewing it as a form of therapy and a place of freedom.
Rain ponders the reality of their experiences, questioning which aspects of their lives are true, especially given the vividness of their dreams.
The narrative implies that the dream world offers an escape from the stresses and limitations of the real world, providing a space for the characters to explore their desires and emotions more fully.
The author uses sensory details to convey the intimacy and sensuality of the characters' interactions, suggesting that these dream encounters are deeply meaningful and form a core part of the characters' identities or experiences.
The inclusion of links to other stories and articles indicates the author's broader interest in themes of love, dreams, and the intersection of reality and fantasy.

Micro Monday

Dreaming my life away

Fiction: Our buds meet and tangle. Pushing and pulsing. Swelling. Wanting and giving…

“How was your daydream-time?” I ask, noticing Karen’s freckles across her nose seem more prominent than usual and her golden hair is shining brighter, too.

“Oh boring. Work. Missed the bus. Burnt my supper. Thank goodness it’s over and I can get on with reality. Couldn’t wait to shut my eyes, zone out, see you.” Karen smiles, and for the first time, I’m aware she has dimples.

“I don’t see you in my day-type-dreams, just the sleep ones. Sometimes I wonder which are true. Is it possible to actually exist in both?” I ponder, but Karen is having none of it…

“Ah com’on Rain. Don’t be an idiot. Why would all the tedious stuff we go through in the daytime be real? It is simply a way of us letting go and breaking down any worries or stresses we have; therapy without the cost. This is where we’re really living. This is where we’re free.”

Both of us are laying on my bed naked. The summer sun is streaming though the window.

A sunbeam suddenly cuts across my tummy and Karen turns on her side — small, plump breasts nudging against my arm. Her fingertips gently trace the line of yellow light across and down my torso, ending up in the crook of my left thigh, where they meet the downy pubic hair.

Flattening her hand, she pushes the palm into my fleshy pubis, looking me straight in the eye. My breathing quickens, waiting — wondering will she slide a finger along my slit. Teasing?

No. Instead, she quickly targets my waist and goes in for the dreaded tickle. Involuntarily, my knees shoot up as I push my head into the pillow and squeal,

“Noooo. Karen. Stop.” But can’t help giggling as I protest.

“OK. OK.” She lays down. “What did you do in your day-dream then?”

“Me? Well, I went to the Uni library to return some books, then straight on to my evening job at the club. Fought off a few pervs and drove home. Couldn’t wait for now. So had a Valerian tea and within minutes was looking at you.”

“Surely you agree then? Here in our dream life, we have it all — Heaven. Time seems immaterial. The other world is purgatory.” Without waiting for an answer, she straddles me. Her silky thighs clasping my hips as she leans down and our mouths meet.

“Don’t touch,” she orders, using one hand to hold my wrists above my head. Then, her tongue flicks at a nipple before pursing her lips and sucking it into her mouth. All the while pressing her mons into mine.

Our buds meet and tangle. Pushing and pulsing. Swelling. Wanting and giving.

I can hardly hold back, but I wait until she lets go of my arms, slides down my body and her tongue finishes what she started.

What she always starts in dream-life.

Although this is fiction, I do actually dream of Karen when I need to…

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Previously linked to MmmMondays and Erotic Fiction Deluxe.

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