No Night Is Too Long
That was it. Tonight's fantasy of Ivy was too real, I was too passionate. Tonight these fantasies were about to become real. I knew that this was either going to be the greatest moment or the biggest mistake of my life. Whichever it was going to be this just felt right.
In my dream, Ivy and I were inseparable. We were completely enveloped in each other. I could actually feel her nipples pressed against me. The warm sunbaked smell of her skin. Each time she planted a feather light kiss on me, I fell deeper and deeper.
Enough dreaming. For once (ok, the millionth time) I was going to act, not think. These feelings I had just could not be explained away. No amount of therapy (sorry Dr. Phill) could ever cure this disease. This sickness was going to take some action.
I quickly put on my most confident face. And nervously changed into my sexiest lingerie. Tonight was the night. Either all my dreams would come true, or I would be crushed by desire.
I tiptoed out of my room, shut the door, and strutted into Ivy's. I was trying to look as sexy as possible, I hope Ivy didn't notice the strain. I expected her to be in bed and assume that she was dreaming, but she was in her chair, with a hopeful expression on her face. At least that's what I had to assume considering how dark it was.
Maybe Ivy knew. Maybe she was OK with it. Maybe she felt the same way. As much as I wanted to believe this, I knew it was too good to be true.
"Ivy, I-"
"No Rachel. I already know. You talk in your sleep. And yes, I feel the same way too."
"You do? And you're OK with it?"
"YES!" Ivy said in an irresistibly and sexually attractive voice.
At that moment Ivy took a running leap toward me, shoving my body backwards and up against the wall. She passionately began laying furious kisses all over my body. I was too stunned to respond.
Since Ivy was a vampire, I knew she could handle the extra weight, so I wrapped my legs around her waist. It did not slow her down one bit. In my fantasies, I was always on top, always the passionate one, but I guess that's the difference between fantasy and reality. I was really starting to like reality. So, in response I threw my head back, let out an exasperated moan, and Ivy began tearing (yes tearing) my clothes off.
OK, you know me. I have to be in control. It took all of my strength, but I shifted my weight and pressed Ivy to the wall. I was in nothing but my underwear now. Ivy held my bra clasped between her front teeth. I methodically began stripping Ivy down to an equal bareness, then laid on some kisses of my own slowly working my way down.
Ivy wrapped her legs around my waist and I toppled over, giving Ivy the upper hand once again. Wow! All my dreams were finally coming true!