6 hours away in the dreamworld

As the objects of the deep sky turn blue and blue for Jeannice, 6 hours away in the dreamworld, she stands up and her soft feet advance to the door:
almost everything is silent
a hand.

As I hear a door getting opened and closed almost at the same time, the sopor from my sleep wakes up to the night escaping, I suppose I am just 6 hours away in the dreamworld:
the room is a black and enlarged rectangle, as you can see.


Ghosts from a past try to scream over my body, that's stretched on the bed, they pass flying 6 hours away in the dreamworld, they're not allowed to touch me:
the profundity of the room re-acquires its gray depth
I fall again, my balls get the sweet contraction, my erect cock shoots its milk, the naked head gets bathed and shiny.


«6 hours away in the dreamworld, it's me waiting for you... »

—she said—

«6 hours away in the realworld, where my body yearns for yours, needing to be fucked and loved, when my room turns to blue.... just 6 hours away, through this wall of cellophane, in the depp of my night.. just fucked and loved by you, a necessity... over and over again.. feeling my wet vagina so full with your hot and wet flesh.... six hours away in the real world... » 



«Just simple, irrational and hot, simpler than life.»







..... simple....


















«Please don't hurt me»

 —he said—

 «.. because I'm weak... »










«No, I won't...... I won't hurt you. 
I won't hurt you.

I'll never, ever hurt you.»

 —she repeated—



6 hours away 

in the world.