My Angel's Romantic Dream

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My name, for all of you who are not yet acquainted with me is "Joannuszka Slisznuszka", I being a 30 year old woman from Warsaw, Poland; who has found the man I was seeking in my dear teacher. As my dear teacher has found the woman, he was seeking in me; the one he has dubbed "my angel". How things are at present is that which I could describe in long intimate detail of how my dear teacher and I; engage in acts of not only blissful sexuality but true romance along the tender paths of adoration. plus size lingerie, These being the tales which could fill page after page with how my dear teacher and I, live in the harmonies of each other's affections to create the grand symphony which is our passion for one another yet this is not what I will write about; for it is but a joyous conclusion to what preceded. Ours being like a present received from each other, containing all the emotions previously kept inside of us yet my tale will focus on how it all started.It was on a day like any other and weather the sun was shining or the rain was coming down was not what my mind marked but the visit I paid my friend at the hospital in downtown Warsaw. Gosia, being the name of a friend of mine, who was due to have to cosmetic surgery on her nose. This the only part of her face which she had never been fully been satisfied with though I; in my esteem did not see the need for an operation yet the choice was not mine to make.intimates,
I however did encourage her by saying that the operation was not something she should refrain from if it was that which she felt strongly about.On that day, I remember arriving at the hospital sometime after midday and going to the reception area where I was told the room in which my friend was staying at. Thinking back it even seemed strange how at that moment, I started thinking not so much about my friend and her operation but what sort of person she would be sharing her room with and not even what illness he or she might have but if the other patient would be a man or a woman. lingerie, This causing a strange sensation to come over me that my friend might be sharing her room with an attractive man or perhaps one who was at least interesting; so the three of us might have something to talk about during my visits.As I entered the room however the first thing I saw was a person who was bandaged to the point that I could not tell if I was looking at a man or a woman; as not only was the body covered but so too was the face. This leading me to believe that this person must have been in a very serious accident and was probably fortunate just to be alive yet as I gazed upon this patient, who was going to be sharing my friend's room; it was my female instincts which told me this was a man of a most gentle nature.It is even hard to explain it to myself, why I got this sensation. As I had neither heard his voice nor seen anything which might have given away the gender of the person I was looking at; much less his or her character yet I did catch a glimpse of the eyes. sexy clothing,
They being eyes which displayed a certain tenderness and strength which was clear despite the agony he must have been going through due to the injuries he more than likely had sustained in some sort of accident. I, for my part believing they more than likely were the result of an automobile accident yet this I did not concern myself with as much as his well being or if anybody would be coming to visit him; perhaps his wife or some sort of lady friend he might have. I, in all honesty however can not claim to know if he noticed or even saw me. For if he did, he showed no reaction to my presence what so ever apart from lying in what I could only imagine was pain.sexy garter, It was not that I had forgotten about my friend, whom I came to see yet she was no where to be found which led me to the conclusion that she had probably gone to the toilet which made me take a chair next to the bed I knew was hers. It was during this brief period which I was made to wait for my friend that I saw for the first time that he (I, now almost certain that my friend's roommate was male) had taken notice of my presence in the room. His stare catching me by surprise, as I could feel his eyes upon my body, prompting me to slightly shutter. This factor making me very self conscious, almost as if I was being looked at by a camera; for in all truth I could see but his eyes while he was clearly observing all of me. This reminding me of when I am I using my camera on skype with somebody who either does not have a camera or simply has not turned on his or her camera yet it was a new sensation; to be looked at in this way. It being much like being with somebody who was in a way in the room while in another way was not really there.I, then smiled shyly as my body seemed to be trying to hide, not knowing what to really say or do but just sit in my chair yet as I sat there, I found some courage to look in his eyes and once again I saw the same look of tenderness which had been there before. It was as if these eyes were asking for some sort of compassion on my part, in a way that was as clear as if he were expressing himself with spoken words; relaxing me to where we had already been introduced to one another and were even becoming familiar. lace pantyhoseI, venturing to utter my first words to him which I did so in my native Polish; they being "hello, I hope I am not disturbing you but I am here to visit my friend who is having an operation. I see you had some kind of accident but I hope you recover soon and by the way I will be coming here everyday while my friend is here so I expect I will be seeing you often". It was with some nervousness that I spoke not really expecting a reply, as the whole of his face was hidden behind bandages except his eyes and a small place for his mouth. This probably being so he might be able to eat and drink. He not unlike what I thought did not reply or at least did not do so with audible words but his eyes seemed to smile at the prospective of seeing me again or thus did it seem to me.It was precisely at that moment, as we had found comfort in each other that my friend came back to the room with a sense of joy which she expressed in a very clear fashion of how enthusiastic she was at the thought that she was going to have her nose operated on. lace underwear,This being that which she was sure would not only change her looks for the better but increase the number of gentlemen with whom she kept company. Gosia talked and talked about this and all the while it was not that I was not paying attention to what she was saying yet I could not help but look in the direction of the man who lay in the room with eyes apparently fixed on mine.It was after a few minutes of Gosia's telling me what she already had about her upcoming operation that I asked about the man who lay in the same room as she did. Gosia, informing me that she too knew very little about him, other than that he had suffered some kind of accident but was not really sure what kind and that he was in fact American yet could speak Polish. All of this based upon what she had heard from some of the nurses on the floor, who also commented that he had already been there for two weeks; in which he had not received as many as a single guest. This last bit of information making me feel sad for this man, who seemed so tender and warm that it made me simply want to take care of him; as if I were a nurse at the hospital. It perhaps being the situation in which he found himself in that awake some kind of maternal instinct in me which I always felt I had yet regardless of reason; I was taken in by his plight.In the week that followed, I found myself going to visit my friend Gosia everyday and while I was at it, I also spent a considerable amount of time with her roommate; who had captured my interest in more ways than one. This becoming clear to all concerned specially my friend, Gosia who even became slightly jealous at my taking soup to her roommate and not her. My reason being that he seemed to be in need of company even more than she was, for she also had her family to visit her as well as bring her what she might need; while this man had nobody but me.It was in a way strange, as in all reality this man was not so much in need of soup which he could ask one of the nurses to buy for him at one of the local restaurants but somebody to talk to and perhaps even help him eat his meals. This due to how the movement in his hands was limited by his accident. It being, I who during my visits to Gosia even took to feeding him the soup, I had so lovingly made for him and thus it was for the first two days yet it was on the third day that I found myself preparing and taking him food; not so much for his sake but my own. This being a way to get close to the man, I had in such a short time come to know so well in what concerned not so much facts about each other's lives but the emotions we felt about the world and general and those we were developing for one another. I, even finding it strange how the simple act of my feeding him directly in to his mouth, was one which I could compare to my breast feeding a child. His helplessness making him seem almost like an infant who needed my tender care like someday the child I will bear him will.It was in English and in Polish that we managed to communicate. The two of us using both languages as at times he did not know a word in Polish and needed to say it in English or I did not know a word in English and needed to say it in Polish yet it was most fortunate for us that expressions could help us to communicate where spoken language lacked. In all, I even found it odd how not once in all the time I spoke to him did we once mention what had caused his injuries. It being as if this held no importance what so ever. As we had gone past that to be two people whose sentiments were growing stronger every day as he was with my care and affection. I, for my part must declare that coming to see him at the hospital and taking care of him, sometimes in place of the nurse on duty (who did not mind since she still got paid for work which I did); made ours more intimate than even if we had made love. This being something which I could see in his eyes that he wanted to yet what frightened me more was that this was also clear in my eyes that I too wanted for ours to include acts of sexuality yet present conditions did not allow for itWe were falling more and more in love everyday and though we never mentioned it, it was clear to everybody that such was the case. As even Gosia became interested in knowing if we would see each other after he got out of the hospital yet this I did not know though I held tremendous hopes that it would be. I even started to feel strange at how I had taken to the ways of adoration for a man whose face I had never even seen though I could tell with all certainty that my face and body had met his pleasure. To me, it seemed like falling in love with somebody on the internet yet this was in a way more secretive because though we had met each other in person, I had not seen as much as a photo of him whereas people on the internet do tend to send each other photos of themselves. All of which making it clear that it was his mind and the person he was that I was falling in love with, where the physical aspect held almost no significance though I was more than curious to see what he looked like and if my imagination had been close in its portrayal of him.My friend eventually got out of hospital on Thursday, telling me she wanted to give a party to show off her new nose which she would have to prepare for and naturally had invited me to. I, being a close friend of hers accepted without hesitation and despite her no longer being in the hospital, continued going to visit my friend; whose name I found out was Gianni. It was on the Friday, after my friend was released from hospital that Gianni and I, became even closer as we spoke about not only our lives which included details from our childhoods but just felt good being together.The day after however on the Saturday that followed, I received a terrible surprise when I found out that the bed in which my dear Gianni had been sleeping in; was now being occupied by another patient. The news was like having a bucket of cold water fall over my head, for in all the time we had spoken not once did we exchange contact details, like cell phone numbers or email addresses or even our names on skype. I, even becoming saddened that he had not bothered to leave me any information about himself which might help me contact him in the future. All of which making me feel as if our intimacy and affections had been but illusions of mine which he apparently had not felt at all or at least not to the extent I had.I, however did take comfort that I had helped a fellow human being recover and had felt something so wonderful for somebody, whose face I had yet to see and though my feelings had not been returned; I still did not regret having had them for this man who had given me so much in affection and in the kindness of his emotions. Gianni, in fact had even left a bouquet of roses which was given to me by one of the nurses with a card containing a message which to my way of thinking marked his very romantic nature in its words "you are the one who saw me through this time of need and I know it will not be long till I see you again as you will finally see me as I am". Gianni's words at the time were a mystery, as he had been to me all along yet in a strange way, I did feel we would somehow, somewhere see each other again in ways that would not only include my dreams which he had already taken part in.It was in fact Gianni's flowers and message which cause my tears to cease, as it filled me with hope that this had not been the end. Gosia for her part, insisted that I attend her party which she had invited me to, to the point that she stated that she was sure it was best party I would ever attend; for more reasons that went way beyond the great food, music, drinks and dancing which would be available. I, not really having much to loose accepted, as I already had though I could not see this party, no matter how wonderful it might be; compensating me for the lose of my Gianni. Of course, I had not giving up hope that we might some day meet again yet in all, I failed to comprehend why he had not included as much as an email address in the card he left me along with his lovely flowers.I had always enjoyed parties yet there was a sadness in me as I got ready to go to this particular celebration. It reminding me of Gianni, as it was being giving my Gosia, whose stay in the hospital had in part been responsible for my having met him and sequentially fallen in love with him. Naturally, I did not blame Gosia or her party for Gianni having parted before ours had really come to be yet I could not help but connect her to what had happened in my life which was now costing me so much grief.I arrived at the party wearing one of my sexiest dresses, a long red evening gown which I wore with stockings to match my skin tone as well as lingerie to make me feel the full force of my sensuality. This giving me the sensation that in a way I was getting dressed for Gianni though I was sure he would not be there; as how could he? The party, itself was all that which Gosia had promised and though I could not get Gianni out of my mind, I can honestly say I was enjoying myself even if I did not feel like dancing. This despite several men asking me to do so yet it was when I saw a most elegant gentleman enter the room that I; in a way came to life again. He was dressed in a dark blue suit which seemed to distinguish him from all the other men at party and as I looked at him; he seemed to be approaching me as if he knew me. Gosia seeing that in fact he was approaching me left me before I could ask her who he was yet this was of no consequence, for he made his way over to me and simply held out his hand; so that we might dance. I really do not know why but I almost could not refuse his invitation to go out on the dance floor for what was a slow number which would require us to dance very close to one another yet this I did not mind given his gentle manner and looks which were equally pleasing.It was on the dance floor while we held each other and moved to the music that I finally got a look at his eyes which instantly told me that I had not lost my Gianni and just as he saw that I had not forgotten him, he said "I hope my looks have not disappointed you" with a touch of humor in his voice; as if he could see in my eyes what my answer was going to be. It was at that moment, that I smiled with a certain touch of anger (at his not having left me his contact information at the hospital) yet mine was more relief and joy over finding myself in his arms that I simple answered him by taking him by surprise with a kiss that included not only our tongues but all our passions.As it turned out, I had not lost my Gianni but simply been separated from him for a short period of time which allowed me to see how much I wanted to be with him. As in the few days that followed not a minute had gone by without my mind holding thoughts of him or my nights not including visions of him and I making love or performing other acts of sexuality or sometimes; simply being together. I, at this point will not go on to tell of how Gianni and I made love not only that night but came to be together; as we still are in our present which includes a relationship of both adoration for each other as well as immense joy. My reasons being that what followed should be clear to the point that it all goes without saying yet I must say, I was surprised to find out that Gianni and Gosia had planned it all from the start.It being a case that Gianni, had in fact never been sick or even injured but had been pretending all the time, to get my attentions and affections; in the hope that the two of us might fall in love just as we had. I, even feeling slightly irate at both of them yet I have to confess that their plan had made certain sentiments in me come to life, such as my instinct to help people in need and my desire for a tender being; who like myself was seeking for that special person.