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A sensuous story told in 3 parts.
Free In Her Dreams
Aubrey was a very shy girl, always kept to herself, and hardly spoke to anyone. But behind her introverted nature lay a deep desire for love, a longing for someone to hold her, to kiss her, and to make her feel like she was the most beautiful girl in the world.
Every night, Aubrey would lay in bed and dream of love, in the form of poetic prose that filled her mind with sensual imagery. In her dreams, she was no longer shy, but bold and daring, free to express her deepest desires.
She dreamed of the touch of a lover’s hand, running down the curve of her waist, pulling her close in a tender embrace. She dreamed of the warmth of his breath on her neck, sending shivers down her spine. She dreamed of the taste of his lips, soft and sweet, as he kissed her with a passion that set her heart ablaze.
In her dreams, Aubrey was no longer a shy girl, but a woman who knew what she wanted, and wasn’t afraid to go after it. She longed to feel the weight of a lover’s body on top of hers, to feel his skin against hers, to lose herself in the depths of his passion.
But when she woke up, she was still the same shy girl, too afraid to let anyone see the desires that burned within her. She yearned for someone to see her, to understand her, to love her for who she truly was.
One day, while walking in the park, Aubrey met a man named Michael. He was handsome, with dark hair and piercing blue eyes, and he had a smile that made her heart skip a beat.
At first, Aubrey was too shy to speak to him, but as fate would have it, they kept crossing paths, and soon they struck up a conversation. Michael was kind and gentle, and he had a way of making Aubrey feel comfortable and at ease.
As they talked, Aubrey felt something stirring within her, a spark of desire that she had never felt before. Michael made her feel alive, like she was no longer the shy girl hiding behind her dreams, but a woman ready to explore the depths of her passion.
They went on a date, and as they sat in a cozy little café, sipping coffee and talking about their dreams and desires, Aubrey felt a stirring in her heart. She knew that Michael was the one she had been dreaming of, the one who could make her feel like a woman, not just a shy girl.
As the night drew to a close, Michael leaned in and kissed her, his lips soft and sweet, just like in her dreams. Aubrey melted into his embrace, feeling his arms around her, holding her close, and she knew that she had found the love she had been searching for.
From that moment on, Aubrey was no longer the shy girl dreaming of love, but a woman living it, exploring the depths of passion and desire with the man who had stolen her heart.
Together, they laughed, they loved, and they explored the world around them, unafraid to express their desires and let their passion burn bright. And Aubrey knew that, no matter what happened, she would always hold onto the dreams that had led her to this moment, to the love that had set her free.
Aubrey’s Desire
The taste of lust lingers on my tongue,
As I dream of you, Aubrey, under the sun.
My body aches for your tender touch,
As I yearn for the passion that we clutch.
Your lips, so soft, make me feel alive,
As you kiss me deeply, my heart takes a dive.
Your hands, they explore my every curve,
As I tremble beneath you, my nerves a swirl.
With each kiss, my body ignites,
As we become one, in the heat of the night.
Your whispers, so sweet, tickle my ear,
As I moan with pleasure, no longer in fear.
The rhythm of our love echoes through the room,
As we move in unison, consumed by the gloom.
Your body, a masterpiece, molded to perfection,
As I explore every inch, with pure devotion.
Your eyes, they shine with a fiery desire,
As we reach new heights, that we never tire.
Our love, so intense, it cannot be ignored,
As we fall into each other, completely adored.
Aubrey, my love, you are the one,
As we bask in the afterglow, beneath the sun.
Our bodies intertwined, forever entwined,
As we explore the depths, of each other’s mind.
The taste of lust still lingers on my tongue,
As I dream of you, Aubrey, under the sun.
My body aches for your tender touch,
As I yearn for the passion that we clutch.
Ghost Of Desire
The ghost of desire haunts my every thought,
A phantom of passion that can’t be caught.
Its touch is like a whisper, soft and light,
Yet it lingers on me, haunting me through the night.
I can feel it in the air, a presence so strong,
An invisible force that pulls me along.
It teases me with its gentle caress,
A fleeting touch that leaves me in distress.
Its whispers are like a melody so sweet,
A song of lust that my heart cannot defeat.
It dances around me, its touch so light,
But still, it keeps me up through the night.
The ghost of desire, it’s a tricky one to catch,
A fickle phantom that always knows how to snatch.
It leads me down paths that are dark and unknown,
Yet still, I follow, my heart now a stone.
I’m a prisoner to this ghost, this desire,
A slave to the feelings it makes me acquire.
It keeps me up at night, my heart racing,
A passion so strong, so unfaltering.
I yearn for its touch, the feel of its skin,
A lust that grows stronger with every whim.
But still, I can’t seem to catch this ghost,
Its presence so elusive, like a wandering host.
It leaves me wanting, always wanting more,
A desire so strong, it shakes me to the core.
And even though I know it’s not real,
I can’t seem to break free from this tantalizing ordeal.
The ghost of desire, it haunts me so,
A presence that never seems to let go.
And though it brings me pleasure, it also brings pain,
A melancholy feeling that leaves me feeling drained.
For even in the midst of its erotic hold,
I can’t help but feel a sense of sadness untold.
The ghost of desire, it’s a bittersweet curse,
A feeling so potent, it can leave me feeling worse.
But still, I follow, down paths unknown,
A slave to the feelings that have now grown.
For even in the midst of this melancholy,
The ghost of desire is still a part of me.
So I’ll continue to chase it, this phantom so bold,
A ghost of desire that never seems to grow old.
And though it may leave me feeling torn,
I’ll continue to follow, my heart now reborn.
For the ghost of desire, it’s a part of who I am,
A passion so strong, it can never be condemned.
So I’ll embrace it, this melancholy feeling,
And let the ghost of desire leave me reeling.
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