February 02, 2004

I Want You

Sitting on his lap, I feel so utterly secure and safe, as though we are the only people on earth, and should anything happen I am wrapped in the safest arms in the world. Curled on the couch in front of the fire, hazy and warm from a nice meal and a good bottle of red wine, I feel pure and utter contentment just resting there. It's cold outside the windows, and I hear the door shut as some of our last remaining guests leave-we were clearly craving some together time, just he and I. Thankfully, the guests got the message.

I feel his face hovering in the simple curve of my neck, and I reach out my left-hand and run it through his hair, marvelling not only at the thickness of it but at the shiny ring on my finger. A symbol of our commitment, our love, our desire to spend every minute inside of each other. Smiling, I take my other hand and caress his whiskered cheek, revelling in the coarseness of it.

He kisses the palm of my hand. He moves up my arm, kissing the inside of it, tasting the dip of skin in my elbow, up to my shoulder. He nuzzles his face into my neck, and starts to layer tiny kisses up and down my neck, to my jawline. I start to ooze with the electric current of those kisses and I melt on his lap. I tilt my head back to allow closer and deeper access. I feel my heart catch in my chest and my heartbeat explode, as little gasps escape me.

I lean forward and provide the complimentary-I take my lips and gently swish them on his earlobe, hearing him gasp in satisfaction. I smother his earlobe gently for a moment, and then proceed down his muscled and perfect neck, tasting the whiskers and drinking his scent. He takes a hand and smoothly lifts the bottom of my satin dress, easing the leg of it up so that it exposes the back of my leg, and the gartered stocking. He lightly slides one finger in between my leg and the satin strap of the garter, running his roughened finger on that stretch of skin shadowed by the garter. His touch makes me ache, but he goes no further nor any deeper than just those two inches of flesh. I am absolutely in heaven. I have never been touched so sensually or so lovingly in my life.

I continue kissing his neck and he nuzzles my shoulder, taking his other hand and just skimming it along the top of my nightgown, allowing the pads of his fingers to caress the skin just hidden inside. I sit up and head directly in for a hard, strong kiss, with only the slightest motion of tongue just over his lips, tasting the scent of red wine on the tip of his tongue. He removes his hand from my leg and my neckline and soaks them into my hair, holding my head firmly but gently.

Wanting more, needing more, I sit back and look at his face finally

...and it's Kiefer Sutherland.

I awake with a start, more than turned on and very embarassed, as I realize I have had my first ever erotic dream about a celebrity. I have clearly been watching too much of Best Friend's borrowed Season 2 of 24.

I have got to get that on DVD as soon as humanly possible.


Posted by Everydaystranger at February 2, 2004 07:43 AM | TrackBack

I had an intro to psych class years ago that touched on the whole dream interpetation issue. It was a real eye-opener to find out just how little we know about our dreams, why we dream, and what they might mean.

So after going over the 6 or 8 most accepted methods for interpeting dreams I settled on a favorite (whose offical name escapes me now), if only for its ability to give me a good giggle when you I try to apply it. This is the one that basically says everything in your dream is you, or a part of you. Even though you may recognise people in your dream,they are just there representing a part of your personality.

I seem to remember about 1/3 of my dreams, and trust me it can give you a real headache trying to figure out what part of your personality is best played by an Asian Elvis impersonator in a pink leisure suit with a cape.

Maybe this is a signal that you are moving on Helen, a new set of characters to deal with a different set of issues?

I think it best if I leave any further interpetation of this to you, I have not seen either actor in anything recent, besides, I am still working on why Elvis is stealing my appetizers!



Posted by: Dane at February 3, 2004 11:51 AM

Helen, thanks for my 2nd good laugh of the day ... I really needed it. I was skimming along, thinking, "Oh, yeah, Helen's indulging in the soft porn stuff again, blah blah blah, whatever," and then at the end you got me! har har har har thank you.

Miguel, "24" is an American TV show, Kiefer Sutherland is a CANADIAN actor (well, he's likely actually an American himself, but his parents were both Canadian), and he's pretty darn cute. As I'm sure you are yourself--you seem like a sweet guy.

Posted by: frances at February 3, 2004 08:13 AM

I have a dvd burner.. hehehe

Posted by: pylorns at February 3, 2004 02:00 AM

"you need to watch "24"" - sorry, whats that? Miguel.

Posted by: msd at February 2, 2004 07:49 PM

He's even better this yr as a drugged agent. Very sexy..lol

Watched the first two hr of this season then through in the towel. Will watch it on DVD.

Posted by: Drew at February 2, 2004 07:22 PM

OR, Helen's dreams sure can play tricks on everyone.

Freud would be so pleased.

Miguel-what does it mean? It means you need to watch "24", darlin'! ;)

Posted by: Helen at February 2, 2004 05:03 PM

THAT was an incredible twist! Did not see it coming! I can't think of any role Sutherland has played that was romantic or sexed up in a good way. Dreams can sure play tricks on you and so can Helen.

Posted by: Roger at February 2, 2004 04:49 PM

It's spooky Paul, but I was day-dreaming about her the other day (and a bottle of champagne and a tub of chocolate body paint) ... It turned out to be a dangerous thing to do in the middle of a meeting when I got called out called out by my manager (tankfully I had not been drooling ...)!!

Still, I'd happily climb over her to get to the woman who played Max in Dark Angel (I guess she has a lot of spare time on her hands now ;)

Posted by: Best Friend at February 2, 2004 04:29 PM

I almost never remember what I dream about. Dreams like that never involded celebretyes, but close friends. Very strange and awkward... whats it about? Miguel.

Posted by: msd at February 2, 2004 04:08 PM

I think Best Friend needs a little Alias love... and tissues, lots and lots of tissues. What?

Posted by: Paul at February 2, 2004 04:03 PM

You know, the problem with being in the Eastern United States is you don't get to be the first commenter. The first thing I thought of when I read this entry this morning was, "Man, John Cusack is going to be pissed." And I come to the comments and what do I find? Jim made the point about 8 hours ago! I feel so behind on the times.

I think a few doses of "Say Anything" followed by a few more of "Grosse Point Blank" will solve this little Kiefer problem your having, Helen. After all, how could Kiefer top this: "I don't want to buy, sell, or process anything, for a living. I don't want to buy anything sold or processed, sell anything bought or processed, or process anything sold, bought, or processed, for a living."

Don't drop 15 years of lust and adolation over a fling! How would you like it if Jim suddenly said, "well, I read Ilyka once, so Helen's number 2?" I don't think so!

Posted by: Jiminy at February 2, 2004 03:59 PM

I'm sorry Jim, but I really think that Cusack has been bumped to the number 2 spot, with Colin Firth sliding on down to number 3. Kiefer just really did it for me in the dream. And he has something that Cusack and Firth don't have-

-Muppet-like body hair.

The Cusack reign may be over. More analysis to come.

Melanie-whom were you hoping for? :)

Posted by: Helen at February 2, 2004 02:07 PM

Hmm, you have got to find something comparable to lend me in return as Angel is not doing it for me! ;)

Posted by: Best Friend at February 2, 2004 01:34 PM

Cusack usurped? This shatters my whole world view! Is water still wet? Does the sky lay like a soft blanket o'er the earth? How can I take these things for granted in this shaken state; my points of reference destroyed?

Tell me that his is merely a youthful flirtation, that the Great One will regain his rightful place! Methinks you had best put in that DVD of Grosse Pointe Blank, dear lady, lest this tempestuous fling gain an unwholesome grip upon you.

Posted by: Jim at February 2, 2004 12:39 PM

I had a dream about Kiefer Sutherland once... different scenario though... fortunately.

Posted by: zeno at February 2, 2004 12:35 PM

Kiefer's voice alone give me the shivers. [and NOT in a bad way...] Such a sexy voice. Have a fine February. Godbless.

Posted by: Vikkicar at February 2, 2004 10:57 AM

LOL! I think I was disappointed in who it was! :)

Posted by: melanie at February 2, 2004 09:27 AM

Simon-Thankfully, no horrible annoying clock. Man, am I glad for that fast forward button when I watched it!

You know, Mr. Cusack may well have been usurped. I am still analyzing all the details, but it is entirely possible I have a new number 1. After about 15 years of lust, no less!

Posted by: Helen at February 2, 2004 09:14 AM

Lol. If only....

Posted by: plumpernickel at February 2, 2004 09:04 AM

Hang on - surely there's a certain Mr. Cusak who would qualify as a celebrity. Don't tell me you haven't had dreams about him.

Was there a clock running through the dream with an annoying dink, dink, dink everytime there was an ad break??

Posted by: Simon at February 2, 2004 08:39 AM
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