Wet Dreams

I closed my eyes as I let the cool evening breeze splash like water on my face. My feet curling every second while trying to catch sand as each baby wave creeps up shore. Even with closed eyes, I can see the fire red color of the sunset making a blurred silhouette on my closed eye lid highlighting each vein.

I opened my eyes and saw my girlfriend lying a few meters away from me. Lying on a long white soft cotton towel. Her hair alive with every blowing wind. She was wearing one of her black small two piece bikini. The troublesome bikini, I used to call it for each time she wears it, I’d have to protect her from each malicious stare. No one can strip her off her clothes except me.

But this time, I guess I’d have the chance. In the secluded part of Puerto Gallera, we were all alone, near that small lagoon to which one would have to go through a small cave to reach it.

Shocks, I love off-peaks.

With sand clinging to my feet, I slowly walk towards her. Memorizing each and every inch of her smooth skin, from her silky long legs, up to where heaven can almost be felt.

(proceed only if you are above 18 years of age)

I slowly lower myself unto her body. Just the right fit. Looking at her beautiful peaceful face, a mixture of emotions swept over me… of contentment, of happiness, of lust, and of love. With each emotion, I give her one feather kiss.

I start with her eyebrows, each of her eyelid, her nose, then close to the edges of her lips. And as the tide goes high, we were quite oblivious already of the sea trying to cover us like a protective blanket. Maybe the sea was rather conservative. From me feet, the warm sea water crept up to almost to our waist. With each kiss comes with the rise of the tide. With each…

Tooot toot tooot tooot tooot toooot.

Huh? I slowly open my eyes and found myself inside my room. But it was all too real. I can almost still feel the warm water of the sea.

Oh wait.

Shit.

And as I look down, I find myself drenched in sea water. Well, almost. The faint smell and the light tinge of yellow told me I peed on my bed. At 25 years old. I peed on my bed.

And as I look to my left, my girlfriend is still beside me, sound asleep.

6:00. I have to get ready for office.

“Babe, we have to get up. Its 6:00 already”

“@#!#^^&!@” her reply was rather inaudible.

“Babe, I have to hang the comforter to dry…. Uhhhmmm I peed on it. Kinda”

With a sleepy bewildered look, her eyes grazed through the whole length of the bed. And suddenly zeroed in to the scene of the crime.

“Shit” was all she can mutter.

Embarassed, I just helped her up, let her do her morning ritual, while I took all bed stuffs outside.

Up till now she hasn’t mentioned the incident. No discussion was made. I hope she took it as one forgotten dream.

I did. One wet dream that I would like to forget. Washed away along the the shore of that imaginary Puerto Gallera shore.

Shhhh. Secret lang natin ito ha.