"Cover of my Dreams"
Opening story of man’s intimate look at his sexual encounter with his cross country Lover. Their bonds in a brief moment starts to define their encounter. These are relatable stories of the depths very few men can connect with—it all comes down to the translation "Real or Surreal." Where can your exploration take you?
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Photo by: Erika Varga
"Cover of my Dreams"
Under a Desert Sun
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Two lovers find themselves in a desert after decades apart. Crumbs of one lover brings the other to a point of returning Love under a desert sky.
Copyright 24 Hour Entertainment, Inc 2025-26
Music Licensed by: Pixabay
Music by: Alex Grohl
Song: Sweet Life
Photo by: Erika Varga
Welcome. My name is Kay. This is Cover of My Dreams, a lover's perspective of my sexually, social, and romantic experiences with three different women over a 20-year period. Each story unique in the exploration of organic, transcendental, ethereal, and captivating interactions between a man and a woman. This is to help you benefit in having an open mind in your relationship. Each episode truly unique. Enjoy. In a desert sun, I walked beyond the land of the Gila. My thirst for your love was more parched than the eroded soil of time below my bare feet. My walkabout to rediscover what was loss had been without reward. Yet through the years I relaxed my search as to lessen my energy, which was expelled to all the outside forces that surrounded my open mind. Inside myself I could never know that you were out there, out there in a journey of your own. Gate to gate, runway to runway, city to city. Your depository would fall under an umbrella in FLL. You to recoup, restart, then enter the touch and go world once again. Under a desert sun, a mirage beveled the horizon, the vertical steps of wandering life in a march of gilded steps. Could this be you? I stop and folded myself under a desert palm, no water to my lips, no touch to relieve my pain, lost from years without you. The sand so fine that my knees stretched out like the spread of an albatross's wings as I rested my tired body, cracks upon my face, paper cut lips awaiting for yours to touch the salvation of us once again. As the wind blew the orange particles of silicon across my vision, you stepped before me in the blue linen of your cloaked body. Kneeling down, you drank water from a gourd you'd carried. With the drippings of aqua falling on my arms and hands, gently you held my chin and lifted my lips to yours. And then your tongue entered my mouth, and the thrust of your wet love flowed upon my parched palate. Stretching my head back, you slowly stood above me, and pushed more of your liquid love into my exhausted body of need. Drinking again, you placed your mouth on my face to heal the sunburn of my flesh. Like an animal, you licked and licked to heal my solar wounds. I reached out to touch your face and you held my fingers as to comfort my expression of gratitude for saving me. Your smile graced the iris of my eyes as I went to catch a glimpse of your beauty in the cloudless sky. Come, Kay, stand again next to me and don't turn back. The last of the desert sky had fallen upon our past as we both walked to the edge of time and stood before the sea of infinity, the sea of you and me. Deep with new discovery, deep with passion, deep with a world all our own, with deeper love than the adjectives for deep or verbs of expression or transitive verbs for the sake of action. Love K I love you like no other, my dear woman, no other on the face of the earth or across this desert sky. I love you. Earth marker thirty three point eighty seven North one five point nine zero west.