I know it might not be totally appropriate but let me explain the reason for these photos.
The first one: Just the thought of his feeling so good to his loved one's scent is so familiar its scary (a.k.a. - that's something I wish to do one day too).
The second one: I've always wanted to know what it felt like to kiss; the warmth on my lips, closing your eyes and only being able to feel that person's presence and touch, my lover's tongue deep within my own mouth, the feeling it gives me - I've wondered what it all feels like and wanted so much to experience it.
The third one: My most erotic scenes in my mind consist of when my lover comes up from behind me and kisses the nape of my neck and moves his hand up my shirt, while at the same time, holding one of my hands by the wrist as I shyly try to resist the exotic feeling of his touch that makes my knees go weak and my mind spin and go blank. Not being able to see my lovers face, I'd only be able to feel his touch and be desperately hanging onto that feeling so that I don't ever forget it.
The forth one: Engulfed in my lovers scent, my head would spin and I would be dizzy in his arms as he held me so close to him. I would become weak and susceptible to his every movement. He would hold me close to him and slowly lower us both to the floor where he would sit in front of my quickly becoming limp body and hold me in his arms so very tightly and warmly. Just so gentle his hands would be as he reached behind my back and moved his hand slowly up my shirt. He would whisper, "I love you" in his raspy whispered voice and my mind would melt at the touch of his breath in my ear and on my neck. He would start kissing my neck and moving down my body with his mouth and tongue, slowly laying me down on the floor and letting my arms lay back in relaxation. He would move down to my stomach and slowly lift my shirt with his hand while his other one holds his body above mine. He would kiss and lick my body and move closer and closer to my chest as he uses his hand to slowly lower my bra strap. (As you can see, this little fairy tail came from just one picture and the three others, I won't go any further since my entire face up to the tips of my ears are bright red right now. Anyways, that's my explanation for these pictures, hope you enjoyed my fairy tails :3)
This is the last day off I've got before my Junior year starts... Boy am I missing it. Last night I felt like my head kept spinning, a sort of dizziness that felt so calming and warm. It felt good, I felt relaxed, but at the same time, I felt this longing for someone to hold me tight as I slept that night. I started creating another story in my head about my fantasy lover "Tristan" and how he was so gentle and kind and patient with me. In my dream-like state of mind, he was so very precious to me. I felt as though I could feel his every touch, his every finger that trailed along my body and made me shiver in ecstasy. It was pure bliss, and at the same time, it made me realize the reality of my loneliness once more. Even so, that feeling seemed so real that it gives me hope that my "Tristan" is out there just waiting to find me and I am so eagerly awaiting his warmth as he holds me tightly in his arms and I fall asleep to his warming scent. I have fallen in love with the lover of my mind and I am waiting to feel that kind touch on my skin. It makes me smile when I think about him, I don't know what he looks like, what his voice sounds like, or even what his personality is like, but I am in love with him. Even though I know it isn't an actual love, I like to believe that this is what love feels like. I want to one day feel that touch, smell his scent, and know his loving voice. Ahh... ahh... just thinking of it... it feels so nice I could fall to pieces from this feeling in my chest. What a way to end summer; with tears of desperation welling in my eyes, a peace in my body and mind, and a comfort that exists only in my mind. I long for it all in reality, and in doing such, I feel the loneliness of it all. It feels nice to dream but once I wake, the pressure is almost unforgiving. I live with it in hope that these feelings will one day become my reality. In peace, bliss, and ecstasy, I welcome the new school year.
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