To Dream a Little Dream
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Gensomaden Saiyuki › General
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
9
Views:
1,469
Reviews:
6
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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I do not own Gensomaden Saiyuki, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
part 2
To dream a little dream
Part 2
Here I am sitting in my room… alone. Crap this sucks. I've been without a date for a couple of weeks and I am starting to go stir crazy. Oh for the companionship of a beautiful brunette or a stunning red head. Even a drop dead gorgeous blonde would do…speaking of blondes I wonder what Sanzo is up to. It's been a long time since we saw him and the kid with the always empty stomach.
My mind drifts off into its own little section of the world where his image is right in front of me. So close I could almost touch him. Wait…what? Did I just say that? Where the hell had that idea come from?
He'd kill me in a heartbeat if he knew what I was thinking right now. God I've got to make damn sure he never finds about that. I mentally slap my self. There all better. Now where can a guy get some action? Most of the bars around here have the same people they always do. No one wants to play cards with me any more. So my only other option is booze and maybe if I'm lucky a chick for the night. The damn image of that cranky priest jumps up in front of me. God I've got to stop thinking about him. I've got a reputation to maintain here. I am Sha Gojyo after all. The gals all love my killer bod and red hair…even though that's a sore spot with me. And the guys know they can usually count on me for a fair game (what they don't know won't hurt them. Or me.)
I want to scream from all the pent up sexual energy. Need sex, need sex, need sex…It's becoming a chant.
Ya know aside from the fact that he can be a total dick doesn't keep me from a weird fantasy that's bobbing around in my head right now. It makes me wonder what it would be like to have him scream my name at the time of his climax. Would he be all flushed and sweaty from the effort? What would it feel like to have my arms around that thin body? Would he grab my hair? What position does he sleep in? Does he brush his teeth at night? Would his skin be silky soft? What would he say if I went down on him? Does he talk in his sleep? Would he accidentally shoot his gun if he was startled awake? I wonder what's under that robe. Does it hide a secret treasure or a crappy deck of cards? I have a feeling that the package under the robe is a good one. He just seems like the type.
Bad Gojyo…now I have a raging hard and it's all his fault. Too bad he's not here right now. I bet he'd love to be screwed into the mattress. And that tight ass would probably feel really good. But I'm kidding my self, there is no way he'd ever let me find out something like that. Fuck and here I was thinking that I couldn't get any harder.
Damn him with that sunshine hair and droopy mysterious violet eyes. I want to run my fingers through the shiny hair. And gaze into those shocking, beautiful eyes. Damn it, shit, fuck…I'm letting out all the cursed I know. Why him of all people?
Ok, ok I admit it. I want him. But I'm sure he'd be super extra pissed and just shoot me with out any explanations. Just BANG and I'm dead.
The image of him moving in time with my thrusts, maybe me licking that nice long beautiful neck. Nibbling on an earlobe. Stroking him…damn gotta find lube now. I can't stand it. Maybe I should tell him, that way it'll be over no matter what. I might end up having him or a smoking hole in my head. Hmm choices, choices.
I think I may have to get this issue out of the way. Yeah that's what I want to do. I need to go have a talk with his royal highness. This could end in one of three ways. 1. I come home a happy kappa. 2. I come home all sad and drunk. 3. I don't come back at all. Damn! Some choices.
Part 2
Here I am sitting in my room… alone. Crap this sucks. I've been without a date for a couple of weeks and I am starting to go stir crazy. Oh for the companionship of a beautiful brunette or a stunning red head. Even a drop dead gorgeous blonde would do…speaking of blondes I wonder what Sanzo is up to. It's been a long time since we saw him and the kid with the always empty stomach.
My mind drifts off into its own little section of the world where his image is right in front of me. So close I could almost touch him. Wait…what? Did I just say that? Where the hell had that idea come from?
He'd kill me in a heartbeat if he knew what I was thinking right now. God I've got to make damn sure he never finds about that. I mentally slap my self. There all better. Now where can a guy get some action? Most of the bars around here have the same people they always do. No one wants to play cards with me any more. So my only other option is booze and maybe if I'm lucky a chick for the night. The damn image of that cranky priest jumps up in front of me. God I've got to stop thinking about him. I've got a reputation to maintain here. I am Sha Gojyo after all. The gals all love my killer bod and red hair…even though that's a sore spot with me. And the guys know they can usually count on me for a fair game (what they don't know won't hurt them. Or me.)
I want to scream from all the pent up sexual energy. Need sex, need sex, need sex…It's becoming a chant.
Ya know aside from the fact that he can be a total dick doesn't keep me from a weird fantasy that's bobbing around in my head right now. It makes me wonder what it would be like to have him scream my name at the time of his climax. Would he be all flushed and sweaty from the effort? What would it feel like to have my arms around that thin body? Would he grab my hair? What position does he sleep in? Does he brush his teeth at night? Would his skin be silky soft? What would he say if I went down on him? Does he talk in his sleep? Would he accidentally shoot his gun if he was startled awake? I wonder what's under that robe. Does it hide a secret treasure or a crappy deck of cards? I have a feeling that the package under the robe is a good one. He just seems like the type.
Bad Gojyo…now I have a raging hard and it's all his fault. Too bad he's not here right now. I bet he'd love to be screwed into the mattress. And that tight ass would probably feel really good. But I'm kidding my self, there is no way he'd ever let me find out something like that. Fuck and here I was thinking that I couldn't get any harder.
Damn him with that sunshine hair and droopy mysterious violet eyes. I want to run my fingers through the shiny hair. And gaze into those shocking, beautiful eyes. Damn it, shit, fuck…I'm letting out all the cursed I know. Why him of all people?
Ok, ok I admit it. I want him. But I'm sure he'd be super extra pissed and just shoot me with out any explanations. Just BANG and I'm dead.
The image of him moving in time with my thrusts, maybe me licking that nice long beautiful neck. Nibbling on an earlobe. Stroking him…damn gotta find lube now. I can't stand it. Maybe I should tell him, that way it'll be over no matter what. I might end up having him or a smoking hole in my head. Hmm choices, choices.
I think I may have to get this issue out of the way. Yeah that's what I want to do. I need to go have a talk with his royal highness. This could end in one of three ways. 1. I come home a happy kappa. 2. I come home all sad and drunk. 3. I don't come back at all. Damn! Some choices.