Lauren Wright and her husband Mark were naked on top of the rumpled sheets of their bed, both of them as sexed-up as could be, in pain with desire. Mark was flat on his back and had a powerful erection, and Lauren was kneeling over him, smiling provocatively and gazing into his deep blue eyes. Her dark hair, the same shade of brown as his own, swung down either side of her lovely face and her full breasts swayed above his chest. Mark was breathing fast and his heart was beating like a drum. He felt indescribably horny, his cock rock-hard by this stage and so urgent with need it was throbbing fit to burst.
Lauren reached a hand between her quivering thighs until her fingers were wet with love juice and then held them to Mark's lips. He pushed out his tongue and licked her juices away. Lauren then kissed him ardently on the mouth for a moment before pulling her head back and looking down at him again, her green eyes aglow. "Do you love me?" she asked.
"More than that," Mark replied through trembling lips. "Much more. I worship you."
Then darkness descended all of a sudden. Total darkness. It was like someone had pulled out a plug.
"Lauren," Mark called out, but there was no reply, only the echo of his own voice in the still night air.
"Lauren, darling," he called out again, or thought he did. But maybe it was inside his head. The rest of it had been, after all. Mark had been dreaming.
He closed his eyes tight shut and tried desperately to return to the dream, but it wasn't any good, of course it wasn't. His heart sank like a stone. It had felt so real, that dream. It had been as if they were still together, still the happiest, horniest couple in the world. But no. Mark started to remember, his mind pregnant with memory, his cock still achingly hard from the dream ... |
