This was about 3 years ago, though I still dream about it today.
My boyfriend and I acted on his fantasy that he always wanted to fulfill. He told me that he wanted to make love with me . . . then he paused and said, "I'd rather show you," and left it like that. About a week or two later, I get a call from him telling me to meet him for dinner at this exclusive restaurant on the beach, he then gave me directions and said, "I Love You," then hung up. There I was in a excluded part of the beach. Everything was deserted except for me. There were rose pedals and candles leading me down the beach to a cabin. (I later found out that he rented it for the week) As I walked up the path, noticing all that he had done I saw a letter on the door that said my name. I opened it and it had a poem that he wrote me, then at the bottom it said, "Come In."
It was a full moon. I opened the door and there were rose peddles guiding me through the living room and down the hall were I noticed he had put so many different pictures of us up on the walls. As I walked into the bedroom, it has always been one of his fantasies to have gold roses everywhere and he had it. There were long stem red roses everywhere dipped in gold. (Most likely gold paint) As I walked through the door he came up from behind me and gave a soft kiss on my neck and asked me how I liked it and so on. He was wearing a sort of tight black shirt that brought out the cuts in his chest and arms, and sleek black pants that brought out his long jet black hair and deep intense eyes. He looked slightly up and down me and had this passion in his eyes that I could never completely describe. I was wearing my black velvet dress that was about 5'' up past my knee. I knew he loved it when my hair was up, because he loved taking it down slowly. We kissed for awhile and for about three hours there was a lot of foreplay while undressing each other, until we started making love.
We made love the whole night. I remember waking up and watching him sleep for awhile till I fell back asleep in is arms.
. . . the dream is never the same, nor lasts as long, or means as much. But the dream is what reminds me that there are some good men out there and that once you've had the best it's hard to let go.