Adultwork: Stranger

The dream .. What is a dream? What is a dream? Sometimes I close eye (sometimes tepoy lying in the bath, sometimes closing their thoughts, sitting in front of the TV screen, or even monitor ...).. Zakryvaju eye to imagine it. Or rather just someone .. I do not even know his name .. He had no face, but he has surprisingly warm, soft and tender hands, as a grandmother as a child ... And it is a beautiful smile .. Smile, which I just smile .. And it soft, light Dark blond hair, a short, which are so convenient to dig his fingers .. So pleased that they embrace each finger and warmed them to their warmth and tenderness .. We do not speak with my stranger .. But I know that if it Speaks (once), he would clack, hoarse voice. He does not need to prove anything .. I never did, and he did not explain .. And he, too, is silent .. But we understand each other. Because we communicate in the language of the body .. Touches .. Stroking .. Smiles Never laughter ... Only smiles. He looks to me that the tears rolling my eyes .. Tears of happiness .. A chest warm air balloon inflated. It does to the throat. It becomes difficult to breathe .. And then the tears from the eyes splash .. I warm fall on my cheek hot ... It stretches me in the palm erases them, smiling .. It is silent, but I understand that his eyes told me: "Do not cry, kitten, even happiness." Next to him, I feel totally happy. Almost a girl under its protection. Sometimes we do have sex with him .. Unhurried, gentle, where every move comes from the heart And my every movement - continued its movement .. Where every weasel is my answer .. My arm feels his lips or hands or lips where they want to feel now This is a never-ending sex .. Sex with a stranger, without any name or person, but I know so well that I do not ask him what And sometimes we just sit beside me and he consolation .. This is when I seriously when I am sad and want to cry .. Then I sit him on his knees, lips own legs, and the treasure chest at his head. And he ironing me the warm hand on the head .. and the second embraces shoulder, prizhimaya me to defend myself and my bad mood .. Sometimes when me very well, he is happy with me, I smile in response happy smile. And sometimes, on holidays, it gives me gifts .. Trifles .. But they are so dear to me .. And he always guesses with a gift .. Sometimes it is simply a beautiful flower ... S neraskryvshimsya Bud .. Then my stranger almost laughs and ironing tightly compressed Bud petals on my cheek Sometimes this is a small box with something, but I will never know that inside ... Just excites me the feeling of surprise inside .. I rejoice that I gave her he I am well with my stranger .. I know that he never will take .. And that will always be beside me, a time when I recall it, and Call And he will immediately .. We should simply turn a blind eye.