Everything is Broken and Everything is Perfect
A dream leads to an unsubtle desire for a violent birth
I had a dream I was fingering a pretty girl.
We were going to fuck, that was part of the temptation and the friction, and I was only resisting so that the end would be that much sweeter. She was beautiful in a way that’s hard to describe. My mind made her into someone not entirely visible and more than perfect.
It was her voice as much as her eyes that pulled me in.
She stood naked next to me with noise surrounding us as I gripped her tightly with one hand between her thighs. With two fingers inside her, I lifted her hips off the ground by the strength of my arm; she was a willing captive to whatever I might desire.
“I’m going to fuck you,” I whispered into her ear.
The dream left me longing when I woke up, although no single person came to mind. Instead, the real version of the fiction girl under the blanket with a watchful sister mixed in with the redhead on the couch sucking the cock of the man working on the roof. And she moved quickly to the girl running through the woods, desperate for my overwhelming desire.
And if I’m honest, even the woman from the bar comes to mind, pushed against the bathroom wall with my hand beneath her skirt as I thrust inside her, seeing her cheeks turn red and her brow slicker with sweat as I lift her to her toes and whisper in her ear.
“I’m going to fuck you….”