Sweet Dreams Are Made Of This
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+G through L › Legend of Dragoon
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Adult ++
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Category:
+G through L › Legend of Dragoon
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
6
Views:
2,076
Reviews:
2
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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I do not own Legend of Dragoon, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Can't Keep My Mind Off Of You
Hello again…that is, if your still reading this. I’ll need some more reviews to decide whether I keep going or- "LET ME OUT OF HERE! I WANT TO GO HOME NOW!"- oops. Left the voice monitor on… well, any way, I’m not sure people like this, so I don’t want to waste time on it if they don’t. Thanks. Oh, and before I forget to say this, I DON’T OWN LoD!
Albert stared down at the papers in front of him blankly. Normally, he’d be done with this by now, but the last week was anything but normal. You see, he’d been having some rather odd dreams. Which he disliked because he was supposed to be marrying Emille. But the dreams were worth the discomfort, in his mind, anyway…
The subject of his dreams was a blue-eyed brunette. With a slim figure that was perfect, and soft, tanned skin. In short, she was drop-dead beautiful. And the dreams were so vivid, he woke up expecting to see her beside him.
Perfect lips on his mouth, opening her mouth so she could tease his. Her hands pulling his shirt over his head before continuing and trailing kisses down his neck, down onto his chest as he groaned weakly. Her mouth teasing his chest, before she got up and sat there, smirking. She’d then lay up against him again, brushing her mouth against his, all the while pushing her left hand down her chest and…
He gasped, arching upward as her hands trailed over the bulge in his pants, applying a small amount of pressure, just enough to make him go over the edge, purposely teasing him. She pushed herself backward on both knees, pulling off his boots, then his pants. Apparently, it satisfied her for the time being, since was back to sitting on his legs, carefully pushing his boxers down just enough so she could slip her slender hands in to tease his erection…
He gasped, then let his head fall back on the bed, closing his eyes, just enjoying the ecstasy he was in while she did this…he was so far off in enjoying it, that he didn’t know she’d pulled his boxers down until he felt his mouth on his penis. His eyes opened back up in shock. He moaned, and arched upward into her mouth, and released himself. Her mouth trailed back upward and pressed against his, but this time he didn’t stay under her. He rolled over, positioning himself above her, silently asking…
And just as he was about to thrust in, he woke up, sweaty, in his bed. Alone, yet again. And each time, he felt a strange connection with the girl, even if he couldn’t speak with her. It was almost as if they could communicate without using words, considering she knew what he wanted, and he obviously knew what she wanted…
And this was why Albert sat, alone, trying to force himself to do this daily routine that he usually could finish quite fast so he could read a book. But, instead, he found himself fantasizing over a girl he didn’t know, and would probably never meet.
Albert stared down at the papers in front of him blankly. Normally, he’d be done with this by now, but the last week was anything but normal. You see, he’d been having some rather odd dreams. Which he disliked because he was supposed to be marrying Emille. But the dreams were worth the discomfort, in his mind, anyway…
The subject of his dreams was a blue-eyed brunette. With a slim figure that was perfect, and soft, tanned skin. In short, she was drop-dead beautiful. And the dreams were so vivid, he woke up expecting to see her beside him.
Perfect lips on his mouth, opening her mouth so she could tease his. Her hands pulling his shirt over his head before continuing and trailing kisses down his neck, down onto his chest as he groaned weakly. Her mouth teasing his chest, before she got up and sat there, smirking. She’d then lay up against him again, brushing her mouth against his, all the while pushing her left hand down her chest and…
He gasped, arching upward as her hands trailed over the bulge in his pants, applying a small amount of pressure, just enough to make him go over the edge, purposely teasing him. She pushed herself backward on both knees, pulling off his boots, then his pants. Apparently, it satisfied her for the time being, since was back to sitting on his legs, carefully pushing his boxers down just enough so she could slip her slender hands in to tease his erection…
He gasped, then let his head fall back on the bed, closing his eyes, just enjoying the ecstasy he was in while she did this…he was so far off in enjoying it, that he didn’t know she’d pulled his boxers down until he felt his mouth on his penis. His eyes opened back up in shock. He moaned, and arched upward into her mouth, and released himself. Her mouth trailed back upward and pressed against his, but this time he didn’t stay under her. He rolled over, positioning himself above her, silently asking…
And just as he was about to thrust in, he woke up, sweaty, in his bed. Alone, yet again. And each time, he felt a strange connection with the girl, even if he couldn’t speak with her. It was almost as if they could communicate without using words, considering she knew what he wanted, and he obviously knew what she wanted…
And this was why Albert sat, alone, trying to force himself to do this daily routine that he usually could finish quite fast so he could read a book. But, instead, he found himself fantasizing over a girl he didn’t know, and would probably never meet.