Post by Krystle on Mar 18, 2007 22:40:48 GMT -5
This is a story I started thinking about writing when I was with someone else and the bad sex part was based on a past relationship. The main character is based on me. The man of Leila's dreams is actually based on Klark! Lol. I'll explain that in a poem in the poetry section called, "Through his eyes." Anyway. The rest is purely fictional. Let me know what you think!
Man of my dreams
By Krystle [/b][/i]
She moved in rhythm to the pulsating beat of the music. She could feel her heart pounding in time to the melodious vibration with every move she made. The music filled her soul like nothing else was ever able to. All her worries and troubles fell away from her as the raindrops fall down quickly from the sky. Never in her life had she felt this free before. It was like every time she danced she discovered the part of her that had been missing for so long. The world disappeared as she became one with the music.
Her body glistened with tiny beads of sweat reminding her of the dream that she had the night before last. It was one of the many erotic fantasies that she kept in a journal hidden in her closet. Every one of them had the same beautiful stranger in it. She had never seen a man like him before in her life. His silky, blue-black hair falling over his golden eyes as he skillfully made love to her body as well as her soul.
Just thinking about his fiery, passionate eyes and full, luscious lips was enough to make her blush. It was as if she could feel his gentle, but knowing hands touching her now. If only she could find such a man! One that fulfilled her every desire. She didn’t just want a man like him for her own, she needed someone like him. She needed someone to make her feel again. Someone who whenever he looked at her she felt just like she did now. Just like she was dancing in time to the music. Never missing a beat.
She had this sudden thirst for water! She just couldn’t stop thinking about this mystery man in her dreams. ‘I wonder if I’ll ever meet him…,’ she thought with a crooked grin. She made her way through the crowded throng of people to the bar. She’d been thinking about him all week long. Everywhere she went she saw this man’s face. He was forever engrained in her memory. If she ever did meet a man that looked like him, she’d know him instantly.
Leila did believe that it was a possibility. Fate had a funny way of working things out. She hoped that someday she could meet this dream man of hers and finally be happy. Twenty year old Leila Spark was a model for a magazine called Curve. She wasn’t a skinny toothpick kind of model either. She was a model for a magazine made just for the average, normal, everyday woman. She had pitched the idea to a few of her friends and they loved it. So, not only was she a model, but she was also the Editor of the magazine. She made all of the final decisions.
It was a wonderful feeling to know that you had finally accomplished something worthwhile. Even though she felt ecstatic that she had this wonderful career and more money than she could have dreamed of, she still felt empty inside. Yes she was pretty nice and yes she had men drooling over her, but they were just guys that wanted her to sleep with them or support them. She didn’t want to be some man’s mother. She wanted a man who was independent and who could take care of himself. Someone that she lean on.
Not that she needed a man to take care of her. She was fully capable of taking care of herself. She just wanted to feel safe and secure in knowing that she had someone to love. Someone who loved her like that man in her dreams. She’d never truly been in love. Yes she’d had a few flings and men telling her that she was beautiful and wonderful, but they just wanted to sleep with her. They just used her like a paper towel and threw her away like she was nothing.
The sex she had was ok, but nothing special to say the least. She had never actually had an orgasm with a man, but she had heard about how they were supposed to be. A violent shuddering that went all the way from your head to your toes. She didn’t know if it was her or if it was just the men she had been with. She was hoping it was just the men. One of her friends knew about her little problem and tried getting her toys and such things like that, but she never actually tried them.
She wanted her first orgasm to be with a man who knew what he was doing, rather than a toy which may get her off, but would never completely satisfy her. The man she had been dreaming about was the man that she needed. She wanted to bond with a man through his eyes. His gorgeous, captivating eyes. After every dream she had, she woke up feeling this almost painful aching deep inside the core of her stomach. A hollowness that threatened to overtake her sense of reason.
“One water please,” she exclaimed breathlessly. She needed to stop living a fantasy and wake up to her reality. She just had to take her mind off of that man! He wasn’t even real! With that realization in mind, she rested her head on her hand and looked down at the table. She felt a little disappointed that he wasn’t a real person. Then again why should she feel like that when she had never even met him. Let alone proven that he never existed to begin with. She should have a little bit of hope, right? Or was that a pointless notion as well?
She took a sip of her water and suddenly someone shook her out of her reverie. “Hey you. Are you gonna pay for that or what?” demanded an impatient bartender. “Oh sorry. I must have been daydreaming. How much?” she rushed out, embarrassed. “Two bucks even,” said the bartender. She handed him the money and apologized again. The bartender thanked her and gave her a forced smile. He studied her for a moment, as if sizing her up, and then handed her an ice cold beer.
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[/img]“Here you go. Looks like you could use this. Don’t worry, it’s on the house. My name’s Jay,” he said as he stuck out his hand. “Thank you for the beer. Nice to meet you. I’m Leila,” she said with a grin, shaking his hand firmly. Well he was nice, she silently remarked as she walked back to her table to enjoy her beer. She took a seat, quietly deciding what she wanted to do with the rest of her night. She’d been working so many hours at the office, that she felt like she deserved a break for once. Satisfied with her decision she leaned against her seat and relaxed.
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Man of my dreams
By Krystle [/b][/i]
She moved in rhythm to the pulsating beat of the music. She could feel her heart pounding in time to the melodious vibration with every move she made. The music filled her soul like nothing else was ever able to. All her worries and troubles fell away from her as the raindrops fall down quickly from the sky. Never in her life had she felt this free before. It was like every time she danced she discovered the part of her that had been missing for so long. The world disappeared as she became one with the music.
Her body glistened with tiny beads of sweat reminding her of the dream that she had the night before last. It was one of the many erotic fantasies that she kept in a journal hidden in her closet. Every one of them had the same beautiful stranger in it. She had never seen a man like him before in her life. His silky, blue-black hair falling over his golden eyes as he skillfully made love to her body as well as her soul.
Just thinking about his fiery, passionate eyes and full, luscious lips was enough to make her blush. It was as if she could feel his gentle, but knowing hands touching her now. If only she could find such a man! One that fulfilled her every desire. She didn’t just want a man like him for her own, she needed someone like him. She needed someone to make her feel again. Someone who whenever he looked at her she felt just like she did now. Just like she was dancing in time to the music. Never missing a beat.
She had this sudden thirst for water! She just couldn’t stop thinking about this mystery man in her dreams. ‘I wonder if I’ll ever meet him…,’ she thought with a crooked grin. She made her way through the crowded throng of people to the bar. She’d been thinking about him all week long. Everywhere she went she saw this man’s face. He was forever engrained in her memory. If she ever did meet a man that looked like him, she’d know him instantly.
Leila did believe that it was a possibility. Fate had a funny way of working things out. She hoped that someday she could meet this dream man of hers and finally be happy. Twenty year old Leila Spark was a model for a magazine called Curve. She wasn’t a skinny toothpick kind of model either. She was a model for a magazine made just for the average, normal, everyday woman. She had pitched the idea to a few of her friends and they loved it. So, not only was she a model, but she was also the Editor of the magazine. She made all of the final decisions.
It was a wonderful feeling to know that you had finally accomplished something worthwhile. Even though she felt ecstatic that she had this wonderful career and more money than she could have dreamed of, she still felt empty inside. Yes she was pretty nice and yes she had men drooling over her, but they were just guys that wanted her to sleep with them or support them. She didn’t want to be some man’s mother. She wanted a man who was independent and who could take care of himself. Someone that she lean on.
Not that she needed a man to take care of her. She was fully capable of taking care of herself. She just wanted to feel safe and secure in knowing that she had someone to love. Someone who loved her like that man in her dreams. She’d never truly been in love. Yes she’d had a few flings and men telling her that she was beautiful and wonderful, but they just wanted to sleep with her. They just used her like a paper towel and threw her away like she was nothing.
The sex she had was ok, but nothing special to say the least. She had never actually had an orgasm with a man, but she had heard about how they were supposed to be. A violent shuddering that went all the way from your head to your toes. She didn’t know if it was her or if it was just the men she had been with. She was hoping it was just the men. One of her friends knew about her little problem and tried getting her toys and such things like that, but she never actually tried them.
She wanted her first orgasm to be with a man who knew what he was doing, rather than a toy which may get her off, but would never completely satisfy her. The man she had been dreaming about was the man that she needed. She wanted to bond with a man through his eyes. His gorgeous, captivating eyes. After every dream she had, she woke up feeling this almost painful aching deep inside the core of her stomach. A hollowness that threatened to overtake her sense of reason.
“One water please,” she exclaimed breathlessly. She needed to stop living a fantasy and wake up to her reality. She just had to take her mind off of that man! He wasn’t even real! With that realization in mind, she rested her head on her hand and looked down at the table. She felt a little disappointed that he wasn’t a real person. Then again why should she feel like that when she had never even met him. Let alone proven that he never existed to begin with. She should have a little bit of hope, right? Or was that a pointless notion as well?
She took a sip of her water and suddenly someone shook her out of her reverie. “Hey you. Are you gonna pay for that or what?” demanded an impatient bartender. “Oh sorry. I must have been daydreaming. How much?” she rushed out, embarrassed. “Two bucks even,” said the bartender. She handed him the money and apologized again. The bartender thanked her and gave her a forced smile. He studied her for a moment, as if sizing her up, and then handed her an ice cold beer.
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