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Sleepless - 6 April 2010

Playgirl Corset | Blog |  Sleepless - 6 April 2010

I’ve recently “met” someone.

I’ve recently “met” someone. I use the term “met” loosely, as we haven’t in fact been in each other’s physical presence. He lives 624km away from me.

Regardless; have you ever felt a connection with someone so intense, that you start to wonder if past lives do in fact exist? If so, you must have been absolutely inseparable.

You complete each other’s sentences. As soon as you finish writing him an email and click “send” your phone is buzzing because he just texted you. Everything he says is perfect. Just the right amount of things in common, sprinkled with some differences that make for the best debates. His messages make you swoon; his voice makes your pulse race; and you become increasingly sexually frustrated.

“I envisioned you sat in a chair. I kneel in front of you, I push your dress back to reveal your stockinged legs parted in front of me. My eyes move all over you. From your legs to your eyes, your mouth and a glimpse of your underwear. My hands placed on your knees, slowly move upward to the warmth and softness of your skin. My fingers run gently on your thighs. Moving them over your garter to the clasp.

The clasp is undone now as I rise. I reach behind your head and pull you closer to me. I want to devour you as we kiss. The feeling of your tongue against mine, the softness of your cheeks against mine, the smell of your hair, it makes my heart beat frantic...”

These are the words and images from him that seem to have permanently stained my thoughts. I take these words to bed. I try to relax. I try to touch myself pretending my hands are his. It helps me some but not enough to help me drift into my dreams. No, this man, and his effect on me, has left me sleepless.

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