lauren put a hand on my hoder for a moment to let me know she was there . i felt the moment of another body on the matress and the coolness of her flesh s she pressed up behind me . her knees bent against mine , the firm front of her thighs caressing the soft backs of my legs , her pliant chest mshed to my back , her hair tickling my neck and my shoulers .i wiggled my ass against her abdoment in greeting . her closeness was comfort . i returned to sleep . or i never left it .
i woke again when shereached over my naked hip and rested her hand flat below my navel . her fingers spread . her pinky exploring the upper border of my public hair .
i stirred .
she lifted her leg over me at the sme moment that reached behind me , over her , and found the curve of her ass to be a goo fit for my open hand . her ass felt ...
" thought5 you'd never wake up ." she said .
.....different .
there was an unfamiliar melody in the words .
dreams have thier own rules , i';ve pondered the question plenty , for both personal and prfessional resons , over the years . but i've never discovered the rules of dreams . i have never even come close .
my patients would ask me frequently what a particular dream might mean . i never shared the confidence that many of my colleagues professed about the interpretation ofdreams . i always told my patients that all the asages who think they know he rules of dreams are either wishful or they are full of hubris .dreams are poety about your life , i would tell them . you are the author , but the poems your unconscious writes at night are in a language yu don't speak and in a dimension you like - yu like - you will discover mervelous things your sleeping mind constructs .
but all that the humbles - where drems are concerned , iinclude myself in their ranks -
i woke again when shereached over my naked hip and rested her hand flat below my navel . her fingers spread . her pinky exploring the upper border of my public hair .
i stirred .
she lifted her leg over me at the sme moment that reached behind me , over her , and found the curve of her ass to be a goo fit for my open hand . her ass felt ...
" thought5 you'd never wake up ." she said .
.....different .
there was an unfamiliar melody in the words .
dreams have thier own rules , i';ve pondered the question plenty , for both personal and prfessional resons , over the years . but i've never discovered the rules of dreams . i have never even come close .
my patients would ask me frequently what a particular dream might mean . i never shared the confidence that many of my colleagues professed about the interpretation ofdreams . i always told my patients that all the asages who think they know he rules of dreams are either wishful or they are full of hubris .dreams are poety about your life , i would tell them . you are the author , but the poems your unconscious writes at night are in a language yu don't speak and in a dimension you like - yu like - you will discover mervelous things your sleeping mind constructs .
but all that the humbles - where drems are concerned , iinclude myself in their ranks -
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