Tangible Dreams Part 1 (8)
Tangible Dreams (~Mark Meunier~) Part 2
The statuesque goddess of his mind’s eye is as yet unaware of his approach and he stalks quietly up to her and wraps his arms about her waist and pushes his head down to rest his cheek on hers, smelling her hair and skin even through the pungent aroma of dinner wafting up from the steaming cookware. She smells like an angel and he half closes his eyes while fully taking in her delicious scent. She playfully shrugs him off turning to the counter with a hot pot in her hands and gently places it down. He reluctantly releases her and his hands linger on her shoulders, fingertips tracing the lines of her undergarments through her blue shirt, as she pulls away smiling. The pot safely down on the counter, she turns back to the stove and he intervenes drawing her into his arms momentarily until she playfully twists her way clear to continue her work, leaving but the promise of her heat and scent. “The kids are playing upstairs, go get them, and bring them down for supper!” she demands, a smile playing on her enticing lips. Her crystal blue eyes twinkle with this smile forcing him to obey like a man enthralled, but willingly so. He turns to climb the stairs and sees the children in question pouring down the stairs screaming to see their daddy back home. They charge as one, down to him as he strides up to intercept them on the stairs, until they overwhelm him with their tiny embraces and infinite demands. He leads them down the stairs carrying the youngest in his arms, and marches them orderly into the dining room, where he deposits his precious burden into an empty chair. The other children take their places at the table not a moment too soon, as like magic their mother rounds the corner with plates for the youngest and eldest, placing the dinner of chicken, potatoes and vegetables before the two before whirling away. She reappears with yet another two plates, one for the middle child and one for herself. The man enters the dining room again carrying glasses of rich purple juice, one for each child, and turns back to the kitchen, only to return again with a tall glass of wine for his beloved, and a beer for himself. He places the drinks down and retreats yet again, returning with his dinner. The family sits down and the table talk chatters on until the dinner is done, and all the faces at the table are sated.
...to be continued with three votes for FishingMTgirl in the CS New Years poll...
Mark
The statuesque goddess of his mind’s eye is as yet unaware of his approach and he stalks quietly up to her and wraps his arms about her waist and pushes his head down to rest his cheek on hers, smelling her hair and skin even through the pungent aroma of dinner wafting up from the steaming cookware. She smells like an angel and he half closes his eyes while fully taking in her delicious scent. She playfully shrugs him off turning to the counter with a hot pot in her hands and gently places it down. He reluctantly releases her and his hands linger on her shoulders, fingertips tracing the lines of her undergarments through her blue shirt, as she pulls away smiling. The pot safely down on the counter, she turns back to the stove and he intervenes drawing her into his arms momentarily until she playfully twists her way clear to continue her work, leaving but the promise of her heat and scent. “The kids are playing upstairs, go get them, and bring them down for supper!” she demands, a smile playing on her enticing lips. Her crystal blue eyes twinkle with this smile forcing him to obey like a man enthralled, but willingly so. He turns to climb the stairs and sees the children in question pouring down the stairs screaming to see their daddy back home. They charge as one, down to him as he strides up to intercept them on the stairs, until they overwhelm him with their tiny embraces and infinite demands. He leads them down the stairs carrying the youngest in his arms, and marches them orderly into the dining room, where he deposits his precious burden into an empty chair. The other children take their places at the table not a moment too soon, as like magic their mother rounds the corner with plates for the youngest and eldest, placing the dinner of chicken, potatoes and vegetables before the two before whirling away. She reappears with yet another two plates, one for the middle child and one for herself. The man enters the dining room again carrying glasses of rich purple juice, one for each child, and turns back to the kitchen, only to return again with a tall glass of wine for his beloved, and a beer for himself. He places the drinks down and retreats yet again, returning with his dinner. The family sits down and the table talk chatters on until the dinner is done, and all the faces at the table are sated.
...to be continued with three votes for FishingMTgirl in the CS New Years poll...
Mark
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Tangible Dreams (~Mark Meunier~) Part 3
The children drop away from the table bringing the dishes to the kitchen and are sent to the living room to play and watch television. The man gets up from his seat and collects the remaining dishes from the table, weariness lying upon him like a heavy burden from his long day at work. He looks to his loving wife and recognizes the weight of her own day with the children and the house, and smiles to himself as he returns to the kitchen He prepares the dishes and begins cleaning them, placing them in the drain board, when his bronze-skinned beauty comes in after finishing her cigarette to help. He playfully pushes her away from the sink with his hips, telling her to go and relax from her day. She pushes back until she realizes she will not win this battle and truthfully does not wish to. She smiles a beaming smile and reaches up with her hands to grab at her man’s face and pulls his head down to her pressing her lips to his and drawing his breath with the passion of her kiss. She withdraws and he pauses in grasping at her soap dripping from his hands to fall in tiny clouds to the floor, she winks at him and seductively turns to sway into the living room, where her voice can suddenly be heard over the raucous children, directing them to clean up their mess, so no one trips and there is little disarray to clean before they go to bed.
...to be continued with three votes for FishingMTgirl in the CS New Years poll...
Mark
The children drop away from the table bringing the dishes to the kitchen and are sent to the living room to play and watch television. The man gets up from his seat and collects the remaining dishes from the table, weariness lying upon him like a heavy burden from his long day at work. He looks to his loving wife and recognizes the weight of her own day with the children and the house, and smiles to himself as he returns to the kitchen He prepares the dishes and begins cleaning them, placing them in the drain board, when his bronze-skinned beauty comes in after finishing her cigarette to help. He playfully pushes her away from the sink with his hips, telling her to go and relax from her day. She pushes back until she realizes she will not win this battle and truthfully does not wish to. She smiles a beaming smile and reaches up with her hands to grab at her man’s face and pulls his head down to her pressing her lips to his and drawing his breath with the passion of her kiss. She withdraws and he pauses in grasping at her soap dripping from his hands to fall in tiny clouds to the floor, she winks at him and seductively turns to sway into the living room, where her voice can suddenly be heard over the raucous children, directing them to clean up their mess, so no one trips and there is little disarray to clean before they go to bed.
...to be continued with three votes for FishingMTgirl in the CS New Years poll...
Mark
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Tangible Dreams (~Mark Meunier~) Part 4
Finished with the dishes, the man opens the refrigerator and pours two glasses of cold water and carries them into the living room to place them on the coffee table before sitting down beside his wonderful wife. He places his hand lovingly on her thigh and gives her a longing kiss, which she turns from, looking towards the children, and begins flicking casually through the channels with the remote aimlessly attempting to find something acceptable to pass the time until the children are off to bed. He slowly withdraws his hand and she looks at him scoldingly and with a firm grasp holds his hand on her thigh drawing it closer to her stomach. They speak quietly about their respective days and unwind, each moment the man looking a few hours past his own bedtime. She looks at his state and tries unconvincingly to prod him to go to sleep, but he resists allowing his need to just be near her to grant him additional energy for as long as possible. The telephone begins blaring incessantly, until the woman slowly rises to answer it with her man looking longingly as she glances over her shoulder eyes alit with his love. The call is for her and apparently from the one-sided call overheard in snatched bits and pieces, she is being coerced to go out for a few drinks with her sister. The man frowns lightly knowing the power of her family and that she will likely be drawn away from him. He sates his concern with the understanding that he would likely not make any real time before his own exhaustion overtakes his numb body. He smiles thinking that she could use the release from the daily grind of the house and all its infinite demands to renew her energies for the weekend ahead. He hears her light footsteps cascading down the stairs from the window seat where she likely had another cigarette whilst talking with her sister, knowing that she will come to him before truly accepting the invitation for the night out. She knows he would never and has never said no, but insists on asking each and every time. The man tries to put the feelings of losing his wife for the evening out of his mind and smilingly agrees that a night out will do her a world of good, considering she can sleep in as he does not have to go to work in the morning. She pulls her hand away from the telephone and quickly ends her call, energized with the promise of a night out with music and dancing. She rushes back into the living room and launches herself onto her man’s lap, wrapping her arms around his chest and kissing him deeply before pulling herself from his grip yet again tightening around her supple frame before rushing back up the stairs to prepare for her night out.
...to be continued with three votes for FishingMTgirl in the CS New Years poll...
Mark
Finished with the dishes, the man opens the refrigerator and pours two glasses of cold water and carries them into the living room to place them on the coffee table before sitting down beside his wonderful wife. He places his hand lovingly on her thigh and gives her a longing kiss, which she turns from, looking towards the children, and begins flicking casually through the channels with the remote aimlessly attempting to find something acceptable to pass the time until the children are off to bed. He slowly withdraws his hand and she looks at him scoldingly and with a firm grasp holds his hand on her thigh drawing it closer to her stomach. They speak quietly about their respective days and unwind, each moment the man looking a few hours past his own bedtime. She looks at his state and tries unconvincingly to prod him to go to sleep, but he resists allowing his need to just be near her to grant him additional energy for as long as possible. The telephone begins blaring incessantly, until the woman slowly rises to answer it with her man looking longingly as she glances over her shoulder eyes alit with his love. The call is for her and apparently from the one-sided call overheard in snatched bits and pieces, she is being coerced to go out for a few drinks with her sister. The man frowns lightly knowing the power of her family and that she will likely be drawn away from him. He sates his concern with the understanding that he would likely not make any real time before his own exhaustion overtakes his numb body. He smiles thinking that she could use the release from the daily grind of the house and all its infinite demands to renew her energies for the weekend ahead. He hears her light footsteps cascading down the stairs from the window seat where she likely had another cigarette whilst talking with her sister, knowing that she will come to him before truly accepting the invitation for the night out. She knows he would never and has never said no, but insists on asking each and every time. The man tries to put the feelings of losing his wife for the evening out of his mind and smilingly agrees that a night out will do her a world of good, considering she can sleep in as he does not have to go to work in the morning. She pulls her hand away from the telephone and quickly ends her call, energized with the promise of a night out with music and dancing. She rushes back into the living room and launches herself onto her man’s lap, wrapping her arms around his chest and kissing him deeply before pulling herself from his grip yet again tightening around her supple frame before rushing back up the stairs to prepare for her night out.
...to be continued with three votes for FishingMTgirl in the CS New Years poll...
Mark
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Tangible Dreams (~Mark Meunier~) Part 6
She asks him to pass her a towel, which she wraps about her silken hair and then a bottle of skin cream. Dreamily the man passes her the bottle and sits down on the toilet seat to watch a ritual burned deep in his mind’s eye. She pumps a great dollop of the creamy white lotion into each palm and proceeds to cover every inch of her perfect skin in its luxuriant sheen. She gently massages the ointment into her skin as her man sits dazed and just short of drooling watching this dance of wonder that she performs without thought each and every day. He stares enraptured, his blue eyes ooze the love he’s felt for this woman from the very first day he met her. She opens the bathroom door and rushes across the hallway into their bedroom careful to avoid the watchful eyes of children. She drops her towel and begins rifling through her closet and dresser for the clothing that sings her mood for the evening. She draws out a few articles and lays them out, dismissing this one for the colour of that one, and matching this one to the fabric of that one and then reselecting based upon an entirely different set of criteria absolutely beyond the man’s masculine comprehension. The end result is the perfect compliment to her ravishing beauty, complexion, mood, and the hour of the day. She lays the clothing out on their bed and heads back cautiously to the bathroom with her hairdryer in hand. She brushes her hair again and begins the process of intensifying her stunning radiance. The children downstairs become noisome and demanding, and the man finds himself reluctantly being drawn to them, rather than having them cloud her time of preparation and interfere with her flow. He slides down the stairs, head aflutter with the dreamy images he has recorded in his heart and soul since the two lovers met. He chases the kids about to keep them occupied while the love of his life prepares herself for a relaxing outing with her sister. The man finds his energy once again assailed and drops to the couch to flip carelessly through the programs bleating their insistence on the television, to regulate his time before turning the children into their beds and dragging his own weary body to his own for the night.
...to be continued with three votes for FishingMTgirl in the CS New Years poll...
Mark
She asks him to pass her a towel, which she wraps about her silken hair and then a bottle of skin cream. Dreamily the man passes her the bottle and sits down on the toilet seat to watch a ritual burned deep in his mind’s eye. She pumps a great dollop of the creamy white lotion into each palm and proceeds to cover every inch of her perfect skin in its luxuriant sheen. She gently massages the ointment into her skin as her man sits dazed and just short of drooling watching this dance of wonder that she performs without thought each and every day. He stares enraptured, his blue eyes ooze the love he’s felt for this woman from the very first day he met her. She opens the bathroom door and rushes across the hallway into their bedroom careful to avoid the watchful eyes of children. She drops her towel and begins rifling through her closet and dresser for the clothing that sings her mood for the evening. She draws out a few articles and lays them out, dismissing this one for the colour of that one, and matching this one to the fabric of that one and then reselecting based upon an entirely different set of criteria absolutely beyond the man’s masculine comprehension. The end result is the perfect compliment to her ravishing beauty, complexion, mood, and the hour of the day. She lays the clothing out on their bed and heads back cautiously to the bathroom with her hairdryer in hand. She brushes her hair again and begins the process of intensifying her stunning radiance. The children downstairs become noisome and demanding, and the man finds himself reluctantly being drawn to them, rather than having them cloud her time of preparation and interfere with her flow. He slides down the stairs, head aflutter with the dreamy images he has recorded in his heart and soul since the two lovers met. He chases the kids about to keep them occupied while the love of his life prepares herself for a relaxing outing with her sister. The man finds his energy once again assailed and drops to the couch to flip carelessly through the programs bleating their insistence on the television, to regulate his time before turning the children into their beds and dragging his own weary body to his own for the night.
...to be continued with three votes for FishingMTgirl in the CS New Years poll...
Mark
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Tangible Dreams (~Mark Meunier~) Part 7
The lissome beauty winds her way down the stairs enchantingly, and arrives just as the telephone rings again, indicating that her sister will pick her up shortly. She draws near her love and asks for his approval of her appearance, as she does a slow spin to allow the full view of every curve, he merely smiles with his eyes and lips. She smiles and brushes past him leaving the empowering scent of her perfume lingering in the air about his clouded head. He finds himself drawn again to his feet, following the scent like a cartoon cat drawn up on his tiptoes and hauled behind her like smoke across the floor to trail behind while she rushes to and fro. He feels he is interrupting her passage as she hasten back and forth ensuring she has not forgotten anything, but is unable to leave her captivating aroma alone. He longs to hold her and make her stay, but knows it would be unfair, as he is tired beyond recognition and would be asleep in her caring arms in a moment if she were made to stay. She smiles knowing he loves her and finishes gathering up her belongings as she steps to the door, kissing each of the children before turning to her man and kissing him. A tantalizing tease of a kiss that does not even press against his lips more solidly than a breeze or shadow. She breathes her precious voice out assuring the man she loves him and will be back soon. He wishes her a good time and she opens the door to see the lights of the taxicab awaiting her. She turns towards the stairs as the man reaches for her waist and lets his hand draw back across her skin lingering on her smooth perfect behind as she goes. Her eyes full of light and love smile back at him as she descends the stairs, the romantic, gentle sway of her hips drawing his eyes back and forth like a pendulum. He watches as the cab pulls away and slowly returns to the house where he realizes the children are busy gaining a second wind.
...to be continued with three votes for FishingMTgirl in the CS New Years poll...
Mark
The lissome beauty winds her way down the stairs enchantingly, and arrives just as the telephone rings again, indicating that her sister will pick her up shortly. She draws near her love and asks for his approval of her appearance, as she does a slow spin to allow the full view of every curve, he merely smiles with his eyes and lips. She smiles and brushes past him leaving the empowering scent of her perfume lingering in the air about his clouded head. He finds himself drawn again to his feet, following the scent like a cartoon cat drawn up on his tiptoes and hauled behind her like smoke across the floor to trail behind while she rushes to and fro. He feels he is interrupting her passage as she hasten back and forth ensuring she has not forgotten anything, but is unable to leave her captivating aroma alone. He longs to hold her and make her stay, but knows it would be unfair, as he is tired beyond recognition and would be asleep in her caring arms in a moment if she were made to stay. She smiles knowing he loves her and finishes gathering up her belongings as she steps to the door, kissing each of the children before turning to her man and kissing him. A tantalizing tease of a kiss that does not even press against his lips more solidly than a breeze or shadow. She breathes her precious voice out assuring the man she loves him and will be back soon. He wishes her a good time and she opens the door to see the lights of the taxicab awaiting her. She turns towards the stairs as the man reaches for her waist and lets his hand draw back across her skin lingering on her smooth perfect behind as she goes. Her eyes full of light and love smile back at him as she descends the stairs, the romantic, gentle sway of her hips drawing his eyes back and forth like a pendulum. He watches as the cab pulls away and slowly returns to the house where he realizes the children are busy gaining a second wind.
...to be continued with three votes for FishingMTgirl in the CS New Years poll...
Mark
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Tangible Dreams (~Mark Meunier~) Part 8
Detouring the re-energization of his children with an appropriate program, he placates them with a light snack and turns down the lights and sounds to lull them into a more receptive frame of mind for sleeping. The youngest begins to nod off and is quickly carried up the stairs to brush his teeth and get dressed in his pyjamas. The older two follow suit and are prodded to brush their own teeth and get dressed for bed as well. The youngest is read a story and says his prayers, is kissed goodnight by his siblings and father, then tucked into bed. He is almost asleep before the family arrives back in the living room. The children watch a little more television, while the father grabs another beer from the fridge to push away the exhaustion for a little while longer. The children are ushered up the stairs to bed soon thereafter and are cautioned against waking the little one with their chatter. The man turns away from their rooms and extols his love for each of them, with promises of tomorrow. He slips down the stairway, lit only by the light glow of the bathroom light behind him and retreats cautiously to the living room. He drops to the couch and reaches for his beer, reaching behind his head with his free hand to clutch at the remote with which to find something to entertain his mind until the children fall asleep.
...to be continued with three votes for FishingMTgirl in the CS New Years poll...
Mark
Detouring the re-energization of his children with an appropriate program, he placates them with a light snack and turns down the lights and sounds to lull them into a more receptive frame of mind for sleeping. The youngest begins to nod off and is quickly carried up the stairs to brush his teeth and get dressed in his pyjamas. The older two follow suit and are prodded to brush their own teeth and get dressed for bed as well. The youngest is read a story and says his prayers, is kissed goodnight by his siblings and father, then tucked into bed. He is almost asleep before the family arrives back in the living room. The children watch a little more television, while the father grabs another beer from the fridge to push away the exhaustion for a little while longer. The children are ushered up the stairs to bed soon thereafter and are cautioned against waking the little one with their chatter. The man turns away from their rooms and extols his love for each of them, with promises of tomorrow. He slips down the stairway, lit only by the light glow of the bathroom light behind him and retreats cautiously to the living room. He drops to the couch and reaches for his beer, reaching behind his head with his free hand to clutch at the remote with which to find something to entertain his mind until the children fall asleep.
...to be continued with three votes for FishingMTgirl in the CS New Years poll...
Mark
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So I added a few more part already. Sue me. Only 4 chapters to go...
This should bring FishinMYgirl's vote count to 29 by tommorow to see the next chapter which I will certainly hold back now. Things are just getting hot now...
Mark
Come on people vote for FishingMTgirl or vote for the story (by voting for FishingMTgirl... either way you will not lose...
This should bring FishinMYgirl's vote count to 29 by tommorow to see the next chapter which I will certainly hold back now. Things are just getting hot now...
Mark
Come on people vote for FishingMTgirl or vote for the story (by voting for FishingMTgirl... either way you will not lose...
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Wheels come to a halt before the old white house. The rear passenger door of a small blue Kia opens and a man steps out, right leg first then left, then his body draws itself forth twisting and turning to allow his full frame to exit the car with his lunch box and work clothes. The man is obviously tired and walks up his front stairs to the door. Looking back to the driver he waves goodbye as the vehicle begins pulling away from the driveway. It is Friday, with the weekend just ahead and much desired time with his family. Turning back to the porch door, finding it unlocked he pushes it open and smiles, as he can smell the food cooking inside and the chatter of his children. The inside door swings open to reveal the playthings of his children scattered throughout the living room of the large house. Carefully removing his shoes, he walks through the floor maze, avoiding toys lying haphazardly, strewn across the carpet, and winds his way to the hallway, where he lowers his bag of work clothes and his empty lunch bag. Stirring in the kitchen, and the music cascading from the portable stereo there, draw his attention more firmly than the enticing smells of food emanating from the room. He sees, as he crosses the threshold into the kitchen, the woman of his dreams, with her back to him, oblivious to all but the pots on the stove.
...to be continued with three votes for FishingMTgirl in the CS New Years poll...
Mark