Last night I had a dream. In the dream I was getting off the lift on my snowboard and you were on your skis. You unzipped your ski pants and asked me to give you a blow job right there and then, in the snow, as you stood to the right of the Comet Express lift. I was on my knees and did just as I was told. Everyone just minded their own business. No one paid any attention.
Over the years I often had erotic dreams that resulted in orgasms, the person in my dreams remained faceless, now whenever I have erotic dreams it was always you.
As I mentioned I think the good amount of physical separation for me would be a week and half, leading up to it is this incredibly intense yearning, that seems more physiological than emotional. After that 1 1/2 week mark, the longing gradually dissipates like the retreating fog, eventually the idea of being with you becomes a high concept and I'm the writer with a permanent writer's block: I'm at a loss for writing the final climax. I think those dreams help me to create that arch and the imminent climax.
In more than one ways, being with you each time feels like writing a story without knowing how the story would end. I need the high concept, and I need to find a way to write an arch, and the climax. Would the two find a way to be together in the end? Would they part ways? Would they fall in love? Would they break each other's hearts? Would they live happily ever after? Would they grow sarcastic and unforgiving? These are the questions I pose for the two of us.
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