Sentiments of lust, hushed laughter, and easy unrestrained conversation...our quiet houses lending each of us a feeling of peace. Malcolm and I talked for hours, not watching the clock, not thinking about sleep, only feeling the phones grow hot beneath each of our ears as we discussed our weekend, his roommate, our relationship, our upcoming party, and our children. With all of my noisemakers in bed asleep, my quiet house had that soft hum that resonates from the whir of electricity sparking life into the combined appliances. His house was even more quiet. It was like being on an island together, no outside disturbances for a bit. Time for bed now, each of us alone, but surrounded by the glow of the other persons unconditional love like being enfolded in a warm soft nest. I dream about him now, dream about him like he's right near me, hear his voice, wake up feeling his touch. I remember last night I dreamt I slapped his ass as he walked by me, and I woke not 10 seconds later still feeling my arm twitch, and my hand sting. Somtimes I feel his mouth on my neck, and I hear his deep dark virile purr in my ear. Those mornings, without fail, he calls. It's good that I'm stranded in my quiet house tonight, my head filled with his rumbling voice explaining his fantasies. I might have been tempted to run to HIS quiet house and make some of them come true. LOL.
Sweet dreams.......
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