Mara Jade

I was at my childhood best friend’s grad party. It was nice, there were a lot of people which I didn’t really appreciate.

The one thing I do appreciate is the time I spent with my friend’s father. When I came in, he was the first to invite me in and welcome me. It was so pleasant, I could just melt. He sidled up close to me and broke out a joke. A dad joke. I don’t feel that guilty because I know nothing will happen, but man is he hot.

It’s such a common cliche but it’s no less true. He’s charismatic and hot. He’s the epitome of what people like me search for. I might not be able to do anything but I can dream and fantasize all I want, so I shall.

He left shortly after, of course. He was only there to say hello and be polite. I got to talk to him once more that night. It was when I was leaving. We walked the length of the garden while we were heading back to my group. It felt like we were so close, almost hip to hip. Obviously, it was because it was loud and we needed to hear each other but electricity shot through me like a live wire.

If I could have anyone in the world— I’d choose a hot actor. But he’d be a close second! Ghhh I love letting my mind race like this.

Is he too old of he’s responding to my texts with emails? I think that’s kind of hot, to be honest. At least it’s not paper mail. I think that’d be too much.

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What do you mean my type is above the age 40, smart, and wants someone much younger? The main issue being someone emotionally and intellectually intelligent enough to handle me ;)

They need to have those veins that you can only get with age and those crows feet that seem to be even hotter when they smile. Eyes that just seem to shine with untapped knowledge. The arms that are just the right amount of sun damaged to know they’ve lived for some years now. Those strong but wiry hands that just feel so good…🥰

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All I can think about are their hands. Imagine how they’d feel and how they’d look. Roaming aimlessly on me. The veins and wrinkles that show through. The grip that can be both soft and harsh. How mine would look in theirs; a physical dichotomy.

Thinking about how they would look touching me. How they would look cooking or playing a game. Maybe those would grace a piano delicately, or fiddle with a pen. Just imagining how those old hands would look just gets me flustered.

I was trying to take my final but the only thing I could focus on was the wonderful dream I had last night. I was staring down at the questions, but the only thing I could see was that older man before me with that smile as he pulled me into the closet. 🥰

The dream started at this lavish party and for some reason I was all alone! I was about to leave but I wanted to say hello to this beautiful older gentleman I saw. I simply walked up to him with confidence I never truly have and I just said hi. Our eyes met and I could just feel that we had the same thoughts.

As we shook hands in greeting, his grip changed and he pulled at my wrist. I was pulled into the coat room and kissed an inch from death. It was the most wonderful feeling ever. His hands on my waist and that mouth…

It felt like a little gift for getting through my classes 🤭 It definitely didn’t help as all I could think about was his tongue in my mouth as I’m trying to concentrate on my exam.

The subconscious can truly conjure such pretty visions, I already miss it.