The dream had returned, and Gemma awoke gasping softly. Why? she questioned silently, why did the same dream recur so frequently? And why
was it always so erotic and lewd?
She wasn't particularly a sensual woman, well not in the way her dreams portrayed her, so was she possibly repressing some deep dark
desires… because her dreams were definitely dark!
Romance; that was her character, she was more a fan of romantic comedy than hardcore erotica, she liked a love story provided the action
didn't get too spicy and graphic… which simply added to her confusion, because scenes that would cause her to reach instantly for the
television remote if they popped up in a movie were playing in her head as she slept. And worse scenes than any I've ever seen on TV she
told herself as she reached for the glass of water that lived on her night stand.
A fine sheen of perspiration glistened on her forehead, her pulse was racing and she knew that her breath was shallow and rapid... that was
becoming her nocturnal norm, but those symptoms weren't what she found most disturbing… it was the fire that had been lit deep beneath the
sheets that confused her the most, the slipperiness and wantonness of her unexpected arousal.
I am so wet! Gemma didn't need to touch to understand that as fact, and to touch would only lead her deeper into a scenario that was turning
her ordered and tidy world upside down.
Richard snuffled at her side as he turned. Gemma sighed, if only he bore some small resemblance to the men in her dreams, they were all so
hard and strong and virile! But those were words that she had never been able to apply to her husband, not even when they had been in the
throes of young love's burning passion. That feels like a million years ago she told herself silently as Richard began to snore softly. Only
ten years she added with a hint of frustration, it was no great surprise that her sex drive was diminished, Richard had never been exactly
rampant, not even in the early days of their marriage, but as time passed moderation had dwindled toward starvation and in the previous
twelve months that had become famine. It is about a year since was last did it she admitted, it was a surprise to do the calculations, time
was racing by, another year had slipped away almost unnoticed. I'm thirty two not three hundred! Gemma remembered an article she had read as
she sat under the drier in the salon, it was a piece in one of the tacky gossip magazines that she would never dream of buying but enjoyed
reading when she got the chance, women reach their sexual peak at thirty five, but men peak at about eighteen or twenty. Which means I am in
the ascent right now… and Richard has been on the slippery downward slope for at least ten years.
It was utter rubbish she had told herself, but if it was based on some scientific fact then it certainly offered some explanation for her
So let's say it is a fact, she thought, if Richard was at his peak at twenty then it would explain his total lack of interest now, I mean
let's face facts, when he was supposed to be at his best he was still only interested once a week, so follow that through, gradually losing
his libido over the years, once a week will become once a month will become once every six months, which will become exactly where I am now
after ten years! And if that article was correct it might explain my dreams, perhaps my body understands I'm fast approaching my prime and
is starting to wake up, is my body getting ready?
Well if it is, it's definitely going to get a nasty shock she added as Richard released a rippling burst of gas beneath the sheets.