Copyright 1998-2005, James Taylor

A dream ...

10 June 2005

You smile as you slip into my doorway and lean against the frame. "Hey," your sweet voice already begins the enticement. "You busy?"

Don't I always make time? "Nah, what do you need?" Me?

You smile again and walk into my office and around my desk. "Nothing. You just sounded ..." You pause for effect-and it works. "Stressed," you finish as you lean into my back, slide your arms around my neck, and run your hands down my chest. Your face, framed on my shoulder, leans into my neck. You whisper softly, "Can I do anything?"

Yes.

Your hands slowly squeeze my pecs, your nails running over my nipples. "Anything," you continue, "I can do to help?" Your nails have found my erect nipples-nipples you have teased into attention. You run your nails over my nipples again-making me want to lean forward-while you moan softly, "You feel good."

Do you know what you do to me? I'm turned on. No, you have turned me on as the saying goes-I am sexually excited by your attention. I want you now and know I won't get you. It makes it all the more frustrating because I like what you do to me, and I don't want you to stop.

"You are too kind." I say. "I am not muscular enough."

Your hands find my pecs and grab them softly. "You feel muscular enough for me."

Do you know that you purr? I smile, "Thanks." God, but I like what you are doing.

"What," you whisper into my ear, "do you wish for?"

"Besides you?" My honesty shocks even me as I reply, turning my head slightly to look at you.

Your eyes stare intently-looking first right, then left. "Really?" You ask. Are you surprised? Honesty seems to be shining from your face. Are you hopeful? Happy?

"Yes. Honestly." My heart hammers in my chest as I answer. Do you see my doubt? My fear? What do you see?

You smile. Your finger and thumb slowly latch onto my nipples and twist softly. "Really?"

"God, that feels good." I close my eyes and lean into you. What are you thinking? Do you still respect me? How I want you-to make you feel as excited and horny as me. I would have you if ... we could.

You lean into me and place a small kiss on my neck.

Don't stop.

"Hmmm," you whisper, "I want more."

Take it.

"So do I." I answer honestly, surprised by my own admission. My right hand finds the back of your neck as I turn towards you.

Your stare is intense, and your eyes are full of ... what? Fear? Desire? Surprise? All three?

I pull you close and kiss your neck softly-once ... twice. "Hmm," I can barely speak, "you taste good." Do you want me to stop? I pull on you, and you seem to lean in further than I pull.

I kiss your lower jaw, lick towards your ear, and softly tug on your earlobe. "Nice."

"God." you whisper. "Don't stop." Your eyes are closed. Are you picturing me?

I kiss down your jaw line and kiss your lower lip and give it a little tug before letting go. Your lips are so soft. I want more. I kiss your upper lip and softly run my tongue across your lip as I back off.

You are standing there with your eyes closed. What do you want? What are you thinking? Who do you see?

"You okay?" I ask-wanting you to say yes and no. Yes, because you enjoy what I am doing. No, because I stopped.

"That," you sigh, " ... was wonderful."

I doubt.

You straighten and lift your leg over mine and straddle me. You smile as you lean down to kiss me. Your tongue teases my lips before touching mine. "Hmmm...I want you" you say as you softly move your hips forward and down onto me. "Make love to me," you whisper in my ear as you unbuckle my belt.

Dreams do come true. I think as your sarong rides up your thighs. I want you too-all of you.

"Jay?"

My daydream shatters as I see you standing there in my doorway ...