It’s Sunday already! After a very snowy Friday and Saturday, it’s nice to see the sun and blue sky! We got over 2 feet of snow here but we didn’t lose our power and that’s the main thing.
Today I’m revisiting That Kind of Magic. I really had to skip over most of the dream sequence because I try to keep my blog a little more PG-R. So, I’m picking up where Charlotte wakes up from her dream.
Charlotte opened her eyes but she didn’t move. Instead, she stared up at the ceiling and listened to the silent night that had just moments ago been filled with life. That had been a dream though. The final dream in this strange, erotic series that she had looked forward to and dreaded at the same time.
The remnants of Patrick’s lovemaking glimmered and burned like sparkling embers, languidly throughout every sensual spot in her body. No man in her life had been able to bring her to such ecstasy. Never had she approached a man with such wantonness.
Soon the dream would fade away into a dim memory where the feel of his hands and mouth wouldn’t be like an aching brand on her skin, and she wouldn’t remember how his voice calling out her name was like the lifting of a thousand birds into the sky.
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