It doesn't matter how it all started.  We could both agree that the only thing that matters is each other and getting rid of what is in between us. Our clothes. We burst into the bedroom, kissing each other furiously, fighting over dominance on who would take control. In a brief moment I thought I would win, but I am quickly shown otherwise as he shoves me onto the bed and removes his shirt. I drool a little over the sight of his defined six pack abs and his gorgeous v-line exposed by his low hanging pants. He smirks at my staring and teasingly strips off his jeans, leaving on his boxers.

When I move to get up, he pins me to the bed, and without a word, nibbles on my earlobe and jaw line. He holds down both of my hands above my head while he sucks on my neck and slides his other hand down to the waistline of my shorts. The sexual tension in the air by this point, is so thick I am almost chewing it. Low moans escape me, and I silently beg for more. I don't struggle for dominance anymore, he has won. He kisses me deeply again. Our tongues dance eroticly together, and I playfully nibble at his bottom lip. He pulls away from me, smiles softly, and stands up.

"Strip for me." Is all he stays. He takes a few steps back, and watches me. I confidently stand up, skillfully, and very slowly pull off every item of clothing in the most sexy way I can. By the time I'm finished, he has started leaking through his boxers.

Then, for a few minutes, nothing happened. Both of us remain silent. We gaze hungrily at each, and we took in every visible aspect of the other. I am the first to move.

I placed my hand on his cheek and he leans down to kiss me. Instead, I bit his lower lip and held him there for a moment. His hands rest on my hips. When I release him, he shoves me on the bed, giving a sexy growl as he looms over me. He pins me and whimpers roughly into my ear...

And that's when I wake up. It takes me a while to register that it was a dream.

If only I could have that for real.