Bad Day Fantasy

You have had a terrible day. It was one of those days where nothing seemed to be going right. One of those never-ending days that grate on your nerves and doesn't let up until you're snug in your bed, aimlessly thinking, definitely not falling asleep. The day still hasn't actually ended. There is just no one there to annoy you or to make it worse.

These are the times that it would be nice to snuggle into another person, inhale their woodsy scent, and drift into unconsciousness feeling warm, safe, and very loved. It would be nice to not be haunted by the obviously empty "other side of the bed."

You close your eyes for a moment and imagine that you aren't alone in bed. The person that is next to you is warm and soft. They make butterflies come alive in your stomach. You are content to be cuddled next to them. You breathe in their woodsy scent and exhale all of your stress. You can feel the tension leave your body, and just as you are about to drift away, another thought crosses your mind.

This, you think, could go another way. It could be that the man to whom the scent belongs gives you a lovely massage. A massage that sends tingles down your spine and spreads warmth through your middle. He could work his hands through every tense knot settled into your shoulders and neck. He could move his hands in relaxing circles up and down your back.

He could kiss you—quickly, lightly, sweetly. He could smile at you with that deliciously warm smile that melts your heart. He could nuzzle into your neck, nipping and kissing, making you feel even more relaxed. He could rake his hands through your hair, soothing you further. He could whisper in your hair, "You are so beautiful."

He could hover above your body. He could kiss you deeply on the lips before lowering his head to your neck once again. He could kiss you in that tender spot that drives you crazy, then continue kissing down your body. He could pay special attention to all your favorite places. Your neck. Your chest. Your thighs.

He could work his way back up to your beautiful face where you are lazily smiling up at him. He could whisper, "I love you" in your ear before nibbling on your lobe. This sends shivers down your spine.

He could kiss you deeply yet again. You can taste his mouthwash when he does. You now can't tell the difference between his scent and your own. It's a wonderful feeling to be so lost in someone else. You tangle your hands into his hair and pull him into an even deeper kiss. You moan into his lips and he moans into yours.

He runs a hand down your curvy body that is now so relaxed. You have long forgotten about the terrible day you have had. His hand settles on your breast. He pulls his head back to look you in the eyes. His eyes are smoky and intense. You love the look in his eye. It is as though he couldn't stop himself now if he tried. And you so hope that he doesn't even try. He lowers his forehead onto yours and stares lovingly into your eyes.

He groans into you as you rock your hips forward.

He rocks with you. Faster. Better. More. He continues to kiss you. Your lips. Your ear. Your neck. Your chest.

You scream. He pants.

"I love you," you whisper softly, sending him over the edge.

You snuggle into him. "Goodnight, my love. Tomorrow will be better," he assures you and kisses the top of your head.