Posted in Poem: English | Categories: Non-Erotic | Tags: dream, sandman, sleep, sand
"As the Sandman comes, and pours his sands upon you,
as you close your eyes, I hope you'd see it too.
that during this such time of incoming stupor-
it may be the chance for you to see the future."...
Posted in Story: Fiction, English | Categories: Fetish, Mature | Tags: fantasy, dream
It was an unusually hot evening. I had just finished taking a bath. I know the next day would come early for me. Will be busy again with paperworks, with meetings…. ahhhhhhh. I’m bored with my life, wala na bang bago, walang excitement. My first one: an 8:30 a.m. breakfast meeting for BSPs newest project. So I have to get up early for a run-down of presentations.
A small nightlight burned next to my bed and four scented candles flickered around my room as I read the information and the documents given by my boss, Jem for tomorrow’s presentation. It was a little after 10:00 p.m. when I decided that I had enough. I turned the lights off to get some sleep before that dreaded meeting.
I tossed and turned in my warm bedroom – fighting hard to sleep. Wala talaga, throwing off the covers and my pajama (left only my pajama top and pink cotton panty), I got up and paced the room. With nothing to do, I opened the window and let the cool night air in.
I am 30 years old, single – my dad is the only living relative but he’s a thousand miles away. My life, as my friends says is monotonous, very dull, nothing is exciting about me either. Just a simple woman with simple interests and needs. Haizzzzz … I looked up in the sky … I’m really getting bored with my life. I am 5’6” in height, 130 pounds and now – gaining (sarap kumain eh), w/ long-straight black hair – my friends and the people who knew me tells me that I have a striki...