My breath is cooler than your skin and I feel you shiver slightly and you exhale a satisfying moan. You appear more conscience now and you’re coming...to terms that there actually is someone so close to you. It’s not a dream baby. I can’t look at you, for if our eyes met the magic would be lost. I feel a gentle hand in my hair, slowly massaging a fistful of my hair. I moan into your belly button, softly kissing it, all over it and around it. I hear you speak, a sleepy voice, but I hear you. When I would touch something with the tip of my finger I would get the feeling that my finger was inside the object. Which is cool and all but weird. My brain is also adjusting for the shorter distance involved. It’s true your brain keeps track of how long your fingers are. It finds it disturbing when it knows that the tip of your finger should be touching something but is not.In other news, Scrivener my writing software of choice has come out with a new beta version for it’s Windows. Because of the strained relationship he slept alone. He knew Kerry got up early for her part-time job meant an early start; she generally left around six in the morning. He heard her in the kitchen and got up and pulled his cock and balls out of his short pyjamas and wandered out. She turned and for an instant her mouth opened as she struggled for a response, finally in almost a whisper said "Rick your cock and balls are hanging out"."Well why don't you be a nice woman Kerry and put them back",. I dreamt of this very moment for years. Suddenly, I was transformed to being his Cinderella with him being my Prince Charming. Suddenly, I was his Juliet and he was my Romeo. Suddenly, I was Sleeping Beauty and he had just awakened me not with a kiss but with a marriage proposal. ‘Oh, my God,’ I was so nervous that I thought I’d pee myself. I imagined my friends asking me what I did when he finally popped the question. ‘As if I was a dog, I peed down my legs and all over the carpet,’ I.