"Maybe I never wanted to forget about you, how could I?" He whispered in her ear, as he caressed her face lovingly, she couldn't move, his close proximity held her back, she knew not to give in, she was acquainted of the consequences that would follow, but her body didn't care, it craved for his touch like a kid did their candy.

"Derek, please..." She begged, unsure of what she was begging for, he moved his soft lips to her neck, placing those familiar kisses on her nape, causing her squirm a little.

He pulled her closer to him and lifted her chin up, he loved how shy and submissive she had suddenly become, staring deeply into her eyes, he asked her of the one thing she knew would be impossible to deny.

"I want to be inside of you at any time and any place as long as it's convenient, no attachments, just sex, whenever we both want, what do you say?"

Crossing The Moon

Our brain simulates reality. So, our everyday experiences are a form of dreaming, which is to say, they are mental models, simulations, not the things they appear to be. 


"Hey, get up, will you?" I gently nudged Tony who was fast asleep and snoring loudly beside me, "Mmmh," He moaned sleepily as he turned to face the window, and continued with his slumber. 


"Tony!" I exclaimed harshly, nudging him a little rougher this time, "Whaaattt?" He dragged out, with a whiny tone, as he proceeded to make himself even more comfortable on his seat, "We are about to land, and am not waking you up again." I seethed at him, annoyed at hos ignorant behavior." 


SIMULATION.