In my fortress of solitude...

I find my mind drifting through an endless universe of erotic thoughts; of those who have contacted me desiring to get to know me better, and of the tears which rolled over my cheeks from an inability to reply.
I've had dreams of being involved with one person, and more than one person at a time, and in my dreams, the pleasures I provided to them, and even more so, the pleasure I derived from pleasing them, made me feel so whole and complete that when the dream vanished I felt utterly helpless and alone.
In one of my most recent dreams I was making love to two men. On my knees on a matress, one of them was behind me with his hands on my hips, the other was in front of me with his hands on both sides of my head.
All of my senses were active; the feelings, the pressures, the sounds, the tastes, and through everything I was experiencing, I was enjoying every moment of it, and desiring it more and more. For a lady to admit such things in a rather public setting, is enough to admit her frailties and faults to some degree. But, all women desire for nothing more than to please their lover or lovers so they may never risk losing them to somebody else.
Dealing with these visions which are only experienced through the realm of dreamland, I can only hope that my reality will change one day, so I may experience all these things in their true form, so happiness will finally settle in to my own little world and fortress of solitude.

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