Dream in a summer night
I almost forgot your name, but last night’s dream brought you back to me.
Like waves of the ocean bringing different kinds of crap back onto the beach, along with a few precious sea treasures, during a storm.
In the morning, I was trying to collect the beautiful stones and leave all the shit behind.
Your puppy eyes were staring up at me with a silent prayer from below, where you belong — on your knees at my feet.
Silent, because you don’t even believe you belong at my gorgeous feet. Even after the gentle strokes of my fingers through your hair, you still stare at me with a mixture of disbelief and hope.
You are so still, waiting for my command.
I simply look at you with cheeky curiosity. I am amused, ready to catch you making a mistake and give you the slap on the cheek you so richly deserve, in my opinion.
You know that by now, yet you still find the courage to bring your lips close to the source of your desire, looking at me for approval.
The water source after travelling through the desert for weeks.
My beautiful feet.
Yet you don’t dare to touch.
I can see how much you ache for me, while at the same time being so careful not to overstep.
It amuses me so much.
There is something about those puppy eyes — a mixture of gentleness and amusement. I know you are burning with desire for me. Just for one touch.
I also know that your pathetic mind holds much more at its depths than simply the dream of touching me.
Will you ever be allowed anything more?
Will you ever even be allowed to touch yourself in that lustful despair?
You don’t know.
Your bliss is in the hands of Queen Bliss.
And this deep joy overpowers every urge of this primal body of yours.
Seeing your struggle, I laugh in your face.
At the same time, I gently move my feet towards your face, the flat sole facing you.
You understand without hesitation.
You forget about me mocking you so badly. There is only one thought in your mind now:
“I am allowed.”
Your tongue slowly slides over the sole of my foot.
Your eyes roll back.
And I see how impatient you are becoming.
I push your forehead away with my other foot.
“Slow down.”
I hate to rush.
I enjoy my prey slowly, fully. Every moment of anticipation is even more important than anything that is yet to come.
You try to hold yourself together, to stay sane, but desire overpowers you.
You look like a person who hasn’t eaten for three weeks and has suddenly been seated at a fine-dining feast.
You devour my feet, moving upwards.
I like men hot, but not overheated. I don’t like it when a man gets lost in his own lust.
I lean down, grab your hair, and pull your face towards mine.
You are ridiculously alert, handsome, and shaking.
You don’t know whether I am going to slap you or kiss you right now.
Your eyes are full of fear and hope.
You can hope…
I bring my lips close to yours.
But instead, you get a slap this time.
“If you lose control and don’t slow down, we’ll stop here, and you will spend your evening in the corner instead of enjoying this feast.”
My message is clear, as always.
The choice is yours.
You pull yourself together.
You are hard, but you won’t be allowed to release today. You know that.
Your only hope is to stay close to the source.
To please me is your only purpose at this point.
You go back to your duty, licking, biting softly, your lips sliding upwards, patiently but firmly.
I am enjoying the view.
A man burning with desire, brought to his knees, transformed into a focused devotee whose only wish is to fulfil me.
That’s what I want to see.
That’s your only hope for salvation at the source of life.
You look at me for approval.
“Yes, you can. But carefully.”
You are shaking, but your hands and mouth are steady.
Slowly, you make your way towards your dream — your only hope for happiness.
You know what to do.
You know what I like.
It seems that when a man is able to give up his own release and arousal for good, the door to becoming an attentive lover finally opens.
You bring me to climax again and again.
Under the stars, I am fully enjoying myself while you remain in control.
I direct you by grabbing your hair and pulling you closer whenever I feel like it.
What a good toy I’ve got.
I don’t let you rest.
It must have been a while. I’ve lost track of time.
You are good.
I trained you well.
After another waterfall of bliss on this summer terrace, hearing the waves breaking on the coast, seeing the stars, and forgetting everything else, I pull your face away from me.
You look at me, so happy, so hopeful for approval.
“Good boy. My good boy. I see you.”
I give you exactly what you hoped for.
I smile.
That is the only climax you are going to get tonight.
To be honest, it is the only climax you will ever need.
You kiss my thighs, my belly, and rest your head on them.
Full of devotion.
Fully satisfied.
One lucky man…
Although…
Just lucky?
28/07/26
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