Aimee's Entry - Randomness...

“When I find myself fading, I close my eyes and realize my friends are my energy.” - Anon

This dratted illness that plagues me can be a real bitch at times and there are days when it can be a bit rough on me. I don’t typically do very well with the rougher days but knowing that people care goes a long way towards helping me cope with those not so stellar days. Words can be a pretty powerful thing and when they’re given with love, concern and out of friendship they mean more than I could ever express. So, thanks.

Well, today hasn’t precisely been a down day but it hasn’t exactly been an up day either. It’s just... blah, ya know? Actually compared to yesterday, today is an utterly fabulous day. So, things are looking up.

Drew and I were supposed to drive down to Marathon tonight because one of his customers wants a few murals done at his weekend home but the construction on the house isn’t completely done yet so, we’re putting it off for a couple weeks. Money-wise, postponing the job sucks because we could’ve used the extra $1,500.00 this week but in the long run, it works out better this way because feeling like I do, I probably wouldn’t have enjoyed myself. Plus, not going will make my mamma very happy. You should’ve heard the laundry list of reasons she gave me for why going on the trip this weekend was a bad idea.

Speaking of trips... I’m so excited because we finally decided what resort we’re staying at for my birthday trip. YAY! We’re staying at Disney’s Caribbean Beach Resort. God, I can’t wait. It’ll be so fun to get away for a few days with my mamma and Christie.

Well, since I can’t think of anything remotely interesting to talk about and I’ve been doing rewrites latey, I figured I’d post this rewrite up for Thaly-Ann. Enjoy babe. P.S. I changed the ending to this scene when I did the rewrite. I’m guessing that Angie would’ve picked up on that so I figured I’d mention it.
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His velvety hands glided across her, tracing patterns over her satiny skin. He circled her nipples slowly, tormenting her with his tender touch, stoking the fire that burned deep with in.

His soft, supple lips brushed against the creaminess of her neck, his tongue darting out to lave at the smooth flesh.

She could hear her own breaths. The deep, ragged air that pushed out through her slightly parted lips and cycled back, filtering through her ears, clashing with the galloping beat of her heart.

Fear; pure and primal, coursed through her veins. She didn’t know what she was afraid of? It couldn’t be him, she loved him but something terrified her.

The fear ebbed slightly when she felt his hands slide down over her stomach, his tongue flickering furiously in a race to catch up, leaving his hot saliva behind to scorch her skin.

She arched up and a primitive moan pushed past her lips when his soft, fleshy tongue swiped up the inside of her upper thigh, moving toward her slippery, hot center.

His breath rushed out between her thighs and he flicked his tongue out to tease the swollen bud directly below his mouth. She clutched the bed sheets in her hands, her knuckles turning a ghostly shade of white as she fought to hold on. His tongue pressed hard against her clit and dragged down through her silky smooth folds before plunging into her.

She jerked her hips up, pressing herself deeper into his mouth. He continued to make love to her with his tongue, sending waves of heat rocketing through her, quickly melting away any left over fear that hadn’t fully ebbed.

His tongue plundered her, rubbing against her inner walls while his thumb drifted up to play with her clit. He stroked and pressed, he licked and sucked, he pinched and nipped until she was writing underneath him, her head flailing from side to side helplessly.

She was on the precipice, of what, she didn’t know but whatever it was she would willingly cross over and walk into it blindly, she didn’t care. She felt like she was soaring somewhere above the clouds. The pleasure was so deep, it was like a shimmering light invading her mind. She could see stars floating behind her eyes, little white pricks of glittering light.

"Oh God..."

She bolted upright in bed and looked around her room groggily. Her body was a riot of sensations. She glistened with sweat, her breathing was short and choppy and her heartbeat pounded frantically in her ears.

‘A dream,’ her mind processed, ‘just a dream.’

She laid back down slowly and clenched her thighs tightly together in an effort to diminish the ache that throbbed ruthlessly between her legs. But it wouldn’t dissipate, she needed release.

She slid her hand smoothly across the flat of her stomach, continuing lower to the juncture of her thighs. Her legs parted slightly to allow her hand to slip unhindered into the silky depths of her panties. She cupped her sex and let out a ragged moan, her thighs snapping tightly back together to press her hand more firmly against her core. She arched her back, her toes digging into the bed sheets and ran her fingers between her slippery lips before pushing her middle finger gently inside her throbbing entrance. Her thumb moved up to lightly thrum her clit as she rocked wantonly against her hand. Remnants of the dream came filtering back to intensify her pleasure and she sped up the rhythm of her hands when she felt her walls begin to suck greedily at her fingers. She pushed another finger deep inside of her, pressing her thumb more firmly against her swollen clit and bit down hard on her lip as she crested, her orgasm washing over her in endless waves of pleasure.