A Typical Day With The Girl That Doesnt Exist

Written by kobra000

dream-girl-doesnt-exist I’m watching TV while making a snack when my system tells me someone’s at the door, I tell the comp to switch to the security channel which shows a live video feed of whoever is standing at my front door, but it’s ok, I already know who it is, Amy getting home from work.

She struts in her all too cute orange outfit, with her beautiful long red hair tussled over to one side and her big blue eyes beaming at me. "Hey babe" she says with a smile that just makes me melt. "Hey baby doll" I reply with a slice of mango between my teeth. Being playful she grabs me by the cheeks and bites the mango off, her teeth scraping my lips and giving me a teasing kiss at the same time. She giggles at me and scarf’s it down. God I love this girl, every single inch of her, every cell, ever atom, every molecule.

Known her 5 years, since she was 18, but been with her the last 3, and they have been nothing but bliss. Kicking her tennis shoes off she jumps on the couch and sprawls herself out on it, and gives me that come hither finger motion, "know what I been thinking of all day?" she asks with that same million dollar smile. "I could take a couple of swags at it" I replied, knowing exactly what she’s referring to. "Me, you, this couch, and me giving you the biggest crush you have ever had" she says, the glee and happiness dripping off every word.

Knowing my weakness I walk toward her carrying the bowl of fruit. I crave times like this when she holds me. She holds me with everything her petite wonderful body has got, her arms, her legs, as if she is wrapping her entire heart around me.

"Come here you" she whispers and pats the cushions as I set the fruit on the coffee table. I lay down on the couch and as she slides on top of me, I run my fingers up and down her back as she lays on top of me digging her legs under mine and wrapping her arms around me so tightly, she lets out a contend sigh.

"I love you, you know that?" she says softly. "I love you baby doll", I tell her all the while looking her straight in the eye. Hoping she will actually feel my words.

She’s so wonderful it makes my heartache, a love so deep you can feel it run through the veins. Propping her chin on my chest, she stares at me with those piercing deep blue eyes; eyes that seem to have tiny streaks of lightning in them. I smile at her and we both lay there and converse about the days events, and munch from the bowl of fruit on the coffee table. Being the glutton I am, I make for the fridge upon the last piece

"Wait, wait, just..let me look at you a while", she pleads her eyes begging as she lays her head to the side on my chest and looking up at me. This is one of our sweetest moments, where we just take a few eternities out of the day to just sit and gaze intentionally at each other. Some say its rude to stare, to us, its heaven.

I stare back into her and just let myself go in those emerald blue gems. As I stare at her with a smile that could take up 3 counties, her bottom lip begins to tremble and I know old and bad thoughts are going through her head, thoughts of someone that didn’t treat her with the kindness and love she needs and the fear she feels now that those instances will now plague our relationship.

I slowly run my fingers through her hair, tracing the edge of her ear with my fingers she stares up at me, her eyes welling, and I hold her face with both hands and stroke her lip. "That aint going to happen baby", I reassure her. "You promise?", she says her voice cracking. "Don’t need to promise, I simply know that I won’t change into some tool that ends up hurting you. If I do that, then I’m ultimately hanging myself, and I’m not too fond of hanging myself, unless you get kinky on me one night" I say with a slight laugh, trying to lighten her somber mood.

A few long moments pass as she stares at me as if trying to figure out if there is something inside of me she can’t see. “You wish" she says slightly giggling and giving me a smack on the leg as she settles back into her crush position.

Soon her words become few and her breathing rhythmic, she’s fast asleep in my arms now, her body so comfortably entwined with mine. I lay there for hours and take her all in, her scent, her feel; I lay as still as possible just to see if I can feel her heart beat against my own. I trace my fingers up and down her smooth back as slowly as possible, savoring the friction of her skin against mine. Her skin flushes hot and I can feel the goose pimples flourish as she wakes up and looks at me, then brings her body up to a to almost kneel while straddling me. Her hair falls to the side and she gingerly runs it across my face and neck, knowing it drives me absolutely freaking crazy!

Wither her flexible tight little body on top of me she scoots high up on me and pushes her pelvis into my own and leans down to kiss me. Her lips so smooth and so warm. She loves to tease and just gingerly runs them across mine, letting me feel and savor them, knowing full well the fire is igniting in me.

I slide my hands all over her, exploring her with ever finger first her arms, then her chest, then her breasts ,her stomach, then her hips, then her deliciously little booty, then her legs. slithering her hair to the left and letting it hang down in that vixens main that she knows I love so much. She slides her neck across my lips as she goes for my ear, tugging on it with her teeth and working the hell out of it with her lips.

I suck and kiss on her neck, feeling her pulse against my upper lips, I sup as if her flesh is my only sustenance. Gently I use my hands to pull her lips to mine, feeling her hot breathe as it rolls into my mouth, the hint of cherry from her lip gloss sending a shiver through me that make me only want her more, and NOW! but I know I have to take my time with her, be gentle.

She pulls me to a sitting position, straddles me and wraps her arms around my neck and her legs completely around me squeezing me tightly. We sit and slowly kiss for what seems like forever, as if we are breathing each other in. Her whimpers and sighs of pleasure feel hot against my face, and every single fiber of my being wants to be inside of her now, to feel her pulse pound like thunder against the very core of my being.

She takes her T-back off and guides my mouth to them, leaning back and supporting herself with her other hand. I sup them as if they were manna from heaven, running my tongue over the sensitive bud like a nipple, slightly nibbling on it, just to hear her moan, again and again.

I work her perfect breast into my mouth and suck them as if life depended on them. With quite an amazing force from her 100lb frame, she slams me to the cushions and tears at my shirt. Then seductively looks into my eyes as she licks and kisses my chest as she works her way down.

"Oh crap I’m in trouble" I say with sheepish smile."Oh that you are mister", she declares, her voice low and seductive. She works her way down again and again, until I’m just about to the point of begging her, then she gently grips my zipper with teeth and pulls it down. I fly out of my pants like a concord at take off whacking her in the cheek, after which she immediately bursts into laughter.

"I think he’s more eager than you are!" she says loudly with much laughter. "Lets see if I can get him to calm down a bit", she says still gazing into my eyes. I lay back and let myself go as I feel her lips pass over me, then her tongue swirl in all directions, she goes slow at first taking only a little at time, then without warning speeds up to a frenzy pace and keeps it for a few glorious moments. Then slows back down, she does it deep, she does it hard, and she does it good. Its almost torture, to work such a pleasurable spot over and over again, bringing me right to the point where ecstasy meets pain, then letting me fall again.

She withdraws me from her mouth and slides her tongue all over, smiling in that "I own you now" kind of way, using her hand for just a few moments, she looks up at me and smiles then goes back at and slams it back into her mouth, so hard she gags herself, but only withdraws it a little to laugh before she resumes her blissful torture.

Minute after minute after minute goes by as she brings me closer and closer, my hands dig into the couch cushions and I grit my teeth as I feel the boiling, the churning, the fuzz burning fast, and when I think that I can take no more I release in a tidal wave of pleasure and the sensation of falling. She moans with pleasure and works rhythmically as our eyes lock, I can feel her mouth tighten as she takes my very essence into her with nary a word of objection.

My hands find her hair and begin to stroke as the final few aftershocks run through me. She holds me in her mouth tightly but gently and stares up at me with that oh so sexy half eye glance. And I feel every single muscle in my body relax, and I stare down at her, down at the girl I have loved for so long, but whose heart does not beat in this world.

more to come