It was always the same thing too. They were in his room, like their first time together. Except it wasn't sixteen year old Kip and Mandy together, it was the Kip she'd seen on television and in newspapers. And it was her as she was. She hadn't gained much weight since college, but there was some spreading. She'd taken to referring to herself as pleasantly plump.
The ache in her cleft was intensifying as dream images flew through her mind. In the dark room, she rolled over and opened her side table drawer. Digging under the items she kept in there, her hand wrapped around the semisolid item she was looking for. Flicking the switch, her substitute man hummed to life. The vibration filled the quiet house. It wasn't as good as the real thing, she thought, fumbling under the sheets. But the real thing was a distant memory these days, so it was better than nothing.
She pressed the vibrating toy against her soft mound. She laid back in her bed and closed her eyes, evoking the images of her dream again. She'd justify it later, too early to come up with a decent fantasy. Then she'd consider dating again. No, hey train of thought, fantasy sex was the issue right now. Getting off the goal, sating the ache in her pussy, at least for the rest of the day.
Past issues aside, she examined the dream. He would kiss her, his goatee scratching her face, scratching between her thighs. Until he had her squirming, had her crying out in virginal glory. Like he had every time they made love. She always felt desired when she was with him, like the was the most beautiful woman in the world. When he was ready, usually after she had screamed with an orgasm at least once, he would enter her. He would move within her, with her in slow silken thrusts, making it last as long as possible, until she thought she might pass out from the pleasure. And then he'd take them both of the edge, together.
When she found herself shaking with orgasm, she sighed with relief. She flicked off the switch and buried it back in the drawer. That was over with now. It was sad that sex had become an annoying feeling in her body, something she just needed to take care of.
She reexamined the idea of dating. It wasn't like she hadn't in the past. She even had in the last six months. Just few of them lasted longer than three dates and she wasn't about to jump into bed with some guy on a whim. She didn't need sex that badly. She needed a father for Colton, a partner in the house and someone to share everything about life with. Sex just wasn't as important as finding those things. And few men wanted something deeper than sex, and those who did, just somehow didn't feel right. They weren't Kip.