It feels good ....

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It's been a long time since I felt this way.

We were chatting happily in my living room, drinking white wine at the same time. It was odd that both of us actually got to hang out together by ourselves. Then we started talking about fantasies and all, and he said that we should all get a chance to live out our fantasies. I laughed, saying that mine would be an impossible thing to happen. As I shy away, he grabbed my right hand and leaned in while he looked at me in the eyes intently.

"We can make things happen."

And his lips met mine.

It wasn't a wild, hot kiss. No groping of any sort. At least not right then. It was gentle, a little bashful, and enthusiastic.

I was stunned for a while as I tried to recollect what just happened. He looked at me and smiled reassuringly. I will never forget that look.

I smiled back.

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The waves rolled in, wetting our feet, which was covered with sand. The feeling of his fingers intertwined with mine was very comforting. I forgot how much I loved holding hands. And a chance to hold his hand, was something that I could never dream about. The sun slowly disappeared behind the hills as we continued strolling...

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Setting: Room, two candles nearby, soft music in the background, two wine glasses on the table.

As we danced slowly to the song, he started kissing me. From my lips, moving towards my ears, down to the neck. It was soft, yet passionate. We progressed towards the bed as his hand slipped under my blouse... I extended my arms around his body and slowly slided down, to which I applied a mild pressure on his rear muscles.

He paused a while to take off his t-shirt, but not without giving me a peck on the cheek first. As I laid on the bed, watching him, it gave me pure joy juz being able to get this close to him. Although I knew there and then too, that he could never be mine.

What followed next was that of a marathon - slow, with occasional outbursts of energy and yet steady throughout. My moments of ecstasy was beyond description. Making love never felt any better. I was afraid it never will.

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I put my head against his left arm as we both laid there, naked and tired. He sat up, lighted up two cigarettes and handed me one. Before he laid back down, he brushed away my hair to kiss me on the forehead.

I moved in closer to his body and held his hand. I felt blissfully contented. Even if it was only one night.

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When I opened my eyes, it was morning. My alarm clock was making its usual beep, which got louder by the second. I tried to recall what happened, and I realised my subconscious mind had gotten the better of me again. I so crave for intimacy and so missed it. Still, I felt great. It was really like a fantasy fulfilled.