In the deep dark of the early morning - when it is no longer night and not yet dawn, as I lay beside my sweet lady and listen to her slumbering breath. I feel warm and safe and loved enough to indulge the dark fantasies of my soul. The covers are warm and heavy on my breast. My hands wander slowly below the waistband of my jams, and into the garden of my lust. My fingers slowly...lightly trace the silken curtains of my center, around my clit and down to my ass. They draw out the lips and the satin moisture of my most hidden desires. And it is there, hanging on the edge...suspended between desire and fulfillment... between want and reality...between night and dawn, I dream my dirtiest dreams and yield to the substance to my desires.
