Dreaming... Can be weird...

I just awoke from this beautiful dream... It was quite amazing...
There was this wonderfully beautiful spirit of a man, who helped me (figure some shit that's not relevant)
I was at this hotel in this place I didn't know. I couldn't remember my room number...
He said he would help me...
He had this head of soft brownish auburn hair, it had this lovely natural curl to it. This charming almost impish type smile, with these beautiful dimples that appeared from no where when he smiled.
I had felt so lost - I had remembered my key code number to get into my room, but he helped me get to the front desk, get the info needed.
He put his hand at the small of my back as if to protect me from anyone else while I was feeling vulnerable.
I was escorted all the way back to my room by him, he insisted on carrying the tote bag I had with me.
As we got to my door, he had been talking to me the whole way with this soft tone, and just made me smile as he calmed my nerves.
After I got my door open, he gave me a charming smile a small wink, joked about a damsel in distress. When our eyes locked I couldn't breathe for a moment, my breath hitched slightly, I smiled as I began to try to thank him.
He stepped forward wrapping an arm around my waist and kissed me. Not hard or intrusive, not insistent or explorative - just this beautiful little lingering kiss that made electricity shoot through my body, my breathing stop, my eyes instinctively closed, and there was a trapped little whimper on my lips.
It lasted but a moment... But it was amazing... And that one kiss told me all I needed to know... When I opened my eyes his big brown puppy dog eyes were looking back at me, and he smirked and said 'You're welcome'

Then I woke up... Because I didn't recognize that man... But I know who he was...

I woke up smiling. My insides all a flutter and my lips feeling as though they had just been kissed.

Let's talk about 'Sex'...

Sex for so many is a means to an end... They want to get off... So that's the only thought behind it...

And of course there's so many different types of sex (the act of) nowadays.

I've come to realize that for myself... I want everything in my life to have meaning, to make me feel a joy in my soul as well as in my being.

When I come together with someone... I want to be fully immersed in that moment together, with them.

I want to run my hands and fingers over their skin, and see in their eyes that feels good... I want them to do the same, to watch as my breathing changes, my body trembles a bit as I fall deeply into that moment of pleasure.

I want to take my time with them, savouring every touch, every groan or whimper as the pleasure builds between us.
I want to be able to see, hear, smell and touch, everything in those moments...just see where it all goes without thought of do they like this...do they want to do this...
Just total immersion...and riding the waves with them as the journey moves on.

I want to lock eyes with them and just know that there's no where else we'd rather be then right there rising up together and just holding on as we get near the end.

Afterwards, I want to be able to lay there, slowly stroking their arm or leg or chest, as we lay entwined together coming down and recovering from the pleasurable experience that was just had, to be able to slowly disconnect and slip out of the immersion of it all, together.

I'm not discrediting a good quickie behind the shed, or something, because ya need some excitement sometimes... I'm talking with a loving partner in the bedroom, great sex.

Because really... If I just wanted to bust a nut... I can do that myself with an orgasm better than any I've gotten from others. That's not a slight to any partners I've had... I just know my body better.