Carpet Diem

July 4, 2012

He wandered back and forth across the room, focused, staring.
“Why?” he thought. “Why am I suddenly so attracted to the rug?”
It was more than an attraction. A sudden urge had overcome him. He wanted to have sex with the rug. It was more than bizarre, it was preposterous. But the thought had taken hold in his mind. His body craved to rough it up and down the rug.
But he couldn’t understand why, and so he paced, back and forth across the room. Fighting the urge to rip off his clothes and feel bliss against the rug.
“It’s just a rug!” He screamed in frustration.
He laid belly down across the carpet and stared at the rug. He could smell it.
His senses went wild. It was the smell of everything he loved. Wild berries, a cool breeze, morphing, becoming a warm breeze with the smell of sweet cherry pie. He could almost taste the sugar.
He stretched across and licked the rug.
It was like licking a strawberry.
He began munching into it. The sweet juices flowed and filled his mouth. The sheer awesome flavour filling him with insatiable sexual desires, he licked and licked and the sweet strawberry juices dampened his face.
Her eyes opened. Jewel had woken up. What a strange dream.
She looked over at her boyfriend asleep next to her. She felt numb.
She thought back over her dream, her thighs shook and she felt moist.
The dream had brought around a realisation. Something she had never even considered.
“I’m a Lesbian.” She said, and smiled for the first time in a long time.

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