Romance and Eczema

She stands in front of the man of her dreams as he looks at her, his bright blue eyes taking in every inch of her skin. His hands make short work of her lacy bra pushing the satin strap excruciatingly slow down her shoulder, following it's path with featherlight kisses. Her heart beats a furious tattoo in her chest as her dream man moves his lips over to the tops of her breasts. Feeling his hot breath dance over her sensitive skin she shivers, drawing a smile from her man's lips against her. His expert tongue laps at her rosy coloured nipple as it puckers in his mouth...

I slam the book down and blow out a humph. The itch gnawing at my shoulder gets too much to bear so I give in and scratch. The relief is instantaneous and addictive. I scratch harder and faster even though I know I am making the eczema on my skin worse until the warm sticky feeling of blood fills my touch and fingernails.

Having eczema on most of my body means I don't get to be kissed all over on smooth skin. The best I can hope for is that my dream man isn't put off by the scabs of dried blood from scratching, skin so dry it is like sandpaper or skin greasy from the amount of creams and emollients rubbed all over me.

My own dream man picks that moment to walk into our living room to see me scratching and bleeding. He gently removes my hand from the offending area of skin and kisses me quickly on my lips. He stands up and wipes the back of his hand over his pursed lips.

"Urgh, your creams really don't taste nice!" My heart drops at his words. I know it doesn't taste nice, I've had it on my lips and licked them often enough and the stuff is all over my body. The unsexy feeling washes over me again and even though I try to hide my feelings my dream man notices and gives me a wicked smile. "I know a place that does taste good, though!" He gets on his knees in front of me, pulling my pyjama bottoms off as his head lowers between my legs and he tastes the only part of me that doesn't taste of moisturiser.