My dream had been … good.
I could barely remember it at this point, but I remember it being good.
I remember it being … sexy.
That would explain the painful erection beneath my duvet, and the sheen of sweat across my naked torso.
Collapsing back into the pillow, I swirled my knuckles into my closed eye sockets and groaned, trying my best to remember my dream.
Flashes of blonde hair, hazel-green eyes, and soft hands were all I could recall.
Danica.
It had to be.Erin had been a brunette with brown eyes.
I raked my fingers through my hair.This woman had me under some kind of spell.She was all I could think about.I craved just seeing her, just being around her.When she left, I grieved.I mourned her absence.And when I knew she was coming back, I could barely contain my excitement.
I hadn’t felt like this about a woman for nearly thirty years.
It was a foreign sensation to me now.Alarming at first until I was able to identify what it was.
She told Sam they’d come back today.
I would see her again today.
Knowing that, meant I couldn’t get back to sleep.I was too excited.Too nervous.So I slung my legs over the side and carted my naked ass to the bathroom.But my cock was too thick to piss, so I went to stand in front of the big, floor-to-ceiling windows of my bedroom that looked out onto the ocean.They slid all the way open and spilled out onto an enormous porch.I often slept with them open during the summer, allowing the breeze off the ocean, and the rhythmic sounds of the lapping waves to soothe me.
Stretching, I stared out into the darkness.
Portia grunted, but didn’t get out of bed.The princess preferred to sleep in.She needed her beauty rest.
Gripping the top part of the trim for the sliding door, I stretched even more, tuning into all the aches and pains of my body.All the sore muscles, angry joints, and tight tendons.
For as long as I could remember, football had been my ultimate goal.My destiny.My parents were humble textile merchants who spent every spare coin they had to help me pursue my dream.And I did so for years, making them proud, and sending money home whenever I could.They retired before they had to, handing the business over to my sister and her husband, who still ran it to this day.I bought my parents a bigger house and made sure they wanted for nothing.
Then I met Erin; life was perfect.I played football.She pursued her hobbies and passions and looked after Guiseppe.Life was perfect.
Until it wasn’t.
Until the love of my life left us too soon.
I continued to play football for a few more years, playing the precarious juggling game of professional footballer and single dad, but then a brutal foul by a notoriously aggressive Croatian player during the World Cup took me out.My Achilles ruptured.I heard thepopover the roar of the crowd, and the call of my teammates.Then I went down and couldn’t get back up.
Surgery, rehab, a cast, and rest healed me, but I was never the same.Never able to get back to the performance level I had been at.So I retired.
I didn’t want to be in a wheelchair, unable to run, walk or go for a stroll around the property with my son.That was what was important to me.I made my money.Now my fortune was family and fulfilling Erin’s dream.
Sucking in a deep breath through my nose, I lifted up onto my tiptoes and did a few gentle calf stretches.My cock had finally gone down enough that I could go piss.I had another shower too, just to wake myself up, then headed out to the living room for meditation and yoga.
I could normally shut my mind off and focus on my breathing, but no matter how hard I triednotto think of Danica, the more I thought about her.The more vivid her face became on the back of my eyelids.
I ended up with a stiff cock again, and decided the only thing to do was take care of it.
It was six o’clock by the time I finished myself off and headed back to the kitchen for coffee.Portia was awake now, but seemed unhappy about it, and stretched as she waited in the kitchen for me to prepare her breakfast.Oatmeal with blueberries, banana, and spinach.
“There you go, my darling,” I said, setting it down on the floor for her.
She grunted a thank you and went to work emptying the dish.
