Every night, Wilson dreams about his dream lover in a serial dream. All he knows is her name—Charli. Is she the perfect woman, a figment of his imagination, he wonders, or is she a real live flesh and blood soul mate waiting to be claimed.
Every night, CJ, dreams about a dream date with her dream lover, Mitch. He is everything she ever wanted. He has the face of an angel and the body of a god. Could he possibly be real or is he a fantasy in a fantasy dream?
What would happen if their dream lovers really were real and they met them?
Extract
She stared at him with her beautiful, aqua blue, siren-like eyes. When the next
song played—a slow, dreamy song—he looped his arms around her backside, his
hands joining at the delightful sway of her back just above her sweet behind.
Sighing, she snuggled in close, her breasts pushing against his ribs. Rather
than dancing, they remained stationary, their feet unmoving as they swayed to
the music. Her chin lay upon the lapel of his sports coat and her forehead
rested against his cheek. Her lips—those beautiful full red lips—nuzzled into
the crook of his neck, her warm breath filling him with a plethora of carnal
urges.
Their bodies melded together in erotic perfection. The inevitable friction of
their dancing aroused the erogenous areas of their bodies and sent warm fuzzy
sensations to his maleness. His erection was obvious—she had to know it. His
lips journeyed down to hers. Taking advantage of the momentary separation, his
hand adjusted his manhood upward for comfort at the moment their lips met. His
tongue traced the seam between her lips searching for the combination to gain
entrance. She trembled when his wet tongue slipped between her lips and embraced
hers. With his tongue swirling over hers, he pushed his hardness into her
abdomen.
Did she push back? He thrust again. Her moan tickled his tongue as she pushed
back into his hardness. Soon, pressing into each other at three second
intervals, he slipped a hand from around her and grasped a single breast. She
gasped and jerked away. The heat in her eyes was evident. He nearly fainted when
without warning she grasped him through his slacks and squeezed. So good—it felt
so fucking good.
While he watched, a sensuous, but coy smile formed on her lips. Her other hand
traced around his neck and pulled his ear closer to her mouth. The warmth of her
breath in his ear sent erotic messages to his swelling pride. She squeezed his
cock and purred in his ear, “I want you so bad. Please make love to me.”
Mitch’s eyes widened. “Where?”
Her eyes twinkled, reflecting the stage lights. Her wide smile turned from coy
to naughty. “You’re the man. You decide. I just want this.” She squeezed him
tighter. “Buried inside me.”
“My apartment?”
Her soft, long, reddish brown hair lagged behind her gorgeous face when her
head shook exaggeratedly. “That would take too long.” Her eyes seemed to plead
as her strident voice mellowed, “Let me clarify what I said. I want this.” His
rigid cock pushed back when once more she squeezed it hard. “I want this
prick—your prick—buried in me, right now!”
She must have sensed his confusion for she continued, “How about the men’s or
ladies room, or what about the kitchen? It’s one thirty, the kitchen’s been
closed for three hours. Other than the band and the help there’s only a handful
of people here. I’ll bet we could find a neat place to make love in there.”
When he didn’t answer, she took his hand. “C’mon, let’s go see.”
Author Information
If you like warmth, live in Arizona like Dee Dawning does. If you like to read hot sexy stories born and raised in the sweltering summer heat of Arizona, check out his scribblings. Dee has written over two dozen novels and shorter works.
He started writing fiction a little over five years ago. Depending of the subject of the book, he writes in two distinct styles. His humorous side is revealed in stories like Bananaz, GIZMO, Fortune Cookie Magic and Groovin’ ‘n Waikiki, while his serious side comes out in stories like April Showers, Legs, Angel Love and Love and Seduction in Las Vegas.
Truthfully, Dee’s writing has been all over the place. So far, the only common thread seems to be sizzling, in your face sex.
Dee was born in Chicago and grew-up and met his wife of twenty-eight years in Las Vegas, before moving to Arizona in nineteen ninety.
Publisher Information
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