I was there as an unwilling participant – it was a grey, overcast morning and my friends had dragged me along to an outdoor football match/training session. I was half asleep, cold and was feeling very grumpy.

A few minutes into the match though, I noticed the coach. Cute, sexy, with longish dishevelled hair and the best brown eyes, but not my usual type; although there was something about him. I played on, not really taking much notice, although I was now in a better mood. As the game progressed, I felt that something again, every time he came near – tingles, like electricity.

As the session finished, I watched his retreating back as he walked off the pitch, and he turned as if he felt my eyes on him. Our eyes locked, and again, that something. Somehow, I knew that I would see him again.

To the bemusement of my friends, I asked to join them on their sports weekend – something I would never ever usually do, not being the sporty type. The reason was obvious to everyone – I knew he’d be there.

I spent the first day of the trip with my eye out for him, and to my frustration, I didn’t see him at all. I knew he was there though – I unashamedly asked those who knew him. I couldn’t understand these feelings that I was having, and this sudden obsession with this man. I decided to go sailing the next day with the rest of the group, to take my mind off him.

It wasn’t a great day to take the boat out, but we did so anyway. It was a mistake however, because the sea was angry and threw us about like the beads in a baby’s rattle. We knew we were in trouble, and as we were nearing the shore, the boat capsized and we were all thrown into the water. We all managed to get out unscathed, although we did attract a large crowd of onlookers. I saw him in the crowd, but at the time, I was concentrating on not drowning.

Later on, in the warmth of the hotel, after drying off and having been checked over, we sat and had a few drinks by the fire. I went to the kitchen to get another warm drink, and on the way back, I bumped into him. Quite literally, in fact. We both looked bashfully each other, but even though I didn’t know his name, at that moment I knew that I would spend the rest of my life with him.

He followed me into a quiet room, and kissed me. It felt as if I was being kissed for the first time, and I had forgotten how a simple kiss can make your insides melt and your stomach squirm. My hands were in his hair and on his (very manly) chest under his shirt, and his were, well.. everywhere.. I felt as though we had known each other forever, and I was in love, totally and unequivocally.

Then I woke up.

Yes, it was all a dream - albeit a rather delicious dream. It’s the second night in a row that I’ve had a steamy dream, and I’m liking it! Those feelings are so real and so full on, that I can still feel them. It puts me in a great mood for the rest of the day!

If only I could be transported into this world everytime I fall asleep – that would be fantastic. Meet you in my dreams? Yes please, if you happen to be a rather sexy man.. :)