I woke up at a quarter to 4 this evening. The main reason was I was having too much of a wonderful life in my dreams.
The only vivid one that I can still remember was about this one gorgeous guy.
I was with a friend at a cafe, when I spotted him. You can call him the man of my dream [obviously :D ]
Average Malaysian guy's height and kinda Eurasian looking [although I personally prefer Chinese looking guys xD].
His features were none too memorable.
The only real thing that I remembered from the encounter was the kiss :D
He was about to go back, and I was about to go back to my friend.
Decided to muster enough courage to talk to him, and I did. Suddenly, without any notice, we were kissing like there were no tomorrow.
French Kissing that is. I can feel his tongue, exploring mine, and mine exploring his. His thin lips - one of my own favourite *fetish* makes it a bonus. To me, it lasted forever.
[wasn't a wet dream thank you very much. Hadn't had those since forever.]
It kinda just ended there. I wanted to exchange phone numbers, but Mother Nature was playing the funny card. Twice I tried inputting his number, and both times it was like trying to equate all the mathematical equations in the world.
Like all dreams are, it ended abruptly with me waking up; leaving me hanging. [the feeling was like having someone blow you without s/he making you cum. Ever get that feeling? or was that too much of an explanation? hmmm..... ]
End.
