It was tender. It was sweet. It was HAWT! It was in the evening, after dark. We were walking from the house to the cal and about halfway there I stopped, leaned in to her, and we kissed passionately. The kiss lasted 3-5 seconds; not long enough to lead to anything further, but just the right length to indicate how serious we were. Fifteen hours later, I can still feel the warmth of her body. It felt as thrilling as the first time I’d ever done it.
One problem. It was a dream. A product of an active imagination and mis-firing neurons. I don’t know who the girl is (was? No, I’m keeping this memory alive. Is.) I don’t know who she represents, but I strongly suspect that she’s not the lady who was sleeping in the bed next to me last night, the one to whom I’ve been married to for almost 30 years.
I don’t remember any of the rest of the dream. I never remember *any *of my dreams. But this. This I’ve been playing back all day. Savoring it. Just thought I’d share.
*I’m a hetero male, monagamous and faithful