0 comments/ 9674 views/ 0 favorites Dreaming of You By: Hg Dragon The dream swirls and spins. Images drift in and out of existence. Some flicker for less than a heartbeat. A touch. A smell. A flicker of a thought in someone’s eyes. There are ones that last longer; the span of a breath. The brush of a kiss. The swell of an emotion. The taste of a sweet dessert. A small few persist, remaining for what seems like hours but only lasts minutes or seconds. The build up of passion before making love. The pang of loss at the death of a loved one. The wonder at the birth of a child. But one is a constant. It may come and go, being temporarily overwhelmed by other thoughts and feelings, but it always comes back. You. Some are simple. Your laughter. A glimpse of you lost in thought. The way your smile touches your eyes. It's the intense one that stand out the most, the ones that are shared. They linger long after they're gone, the remnants and aftereffects of them permeating and coloring everything that comes after. Cuddling on the couch watching a romantic movie. The feeling of you in my arms as I fall asleep and wake up. The flush of your excitement showing on your body as we make love. That first, electric, overwhelming kiss. The look of total peace in your face as you sleep. The dream starts like any other. Things flicker and flash past at speed. Images, thoughts, impressions, feelings race by like a roulette wheel waiting for the ball to find a place to rest. Each skip and jump signals a change. It settles on a number and the dream coalesces. We're sitting together eating a meal and talking and laughing. *spin* The setting has changed, jumped ahead in time by a few moments. The meal is done and we've finished cleaning up. We're on the couch, side by side, watching something on TV. *spin* On opposite ends of the couch, you are laying down. Your head is resting on the arm of the couch and your feet are in my lap. One hand holds them while the other slides up and down your legs. *spin* I'm kneading your feet in my hands, taking care not to tickle. My thumbs press into the soles and my fingers work the tops. I massage your ankles and heels. I lean in to place a kiss on the bridge. *spin* My body is now laying on top of yours. Your arms are around my neck and back. Our lips are pressed together in a gentle kiss. *spin* One leg is now up and hooked over my waist causing our hips and groins to grind against each other. Our mouths and tongues are now hungrily engaged and our hands are exploring the other's body, searching out and teasing the sensitive spots. *spin* Your hands are raking over my bare back and through the hair on my chest. My hands are gliding your bare stomach, brushing the side of your face, caressing your breasts through your bra. I can feel your nipples hardening and I bow my head down to gently bite one of them through the lacy fabric. *spin* We're in the bedroom. Same day or different, I don't know. I'm sitting up in bed, the covers pulled up to my waist. My erection is causing a lump in them that has drawn your attention. You are standing next to the bed dressed in a satin, ivory-colored baby-doll camisole and matching, French-cut panties. You slide the straps off of your shoulders and down your arms. You cross you freed arms over your chest so that it is trapped there. Then you let go and it falls to the floor, hissing slightly as it slides down across your skin to puddle at your feet. You lower arms to your sides and reveal your beautiful breasts to my hungry eyes. *spin* I'm kissing my way down your chest. I cup your boobs in my hands, squeezing and kneading. I slide my thumbs over your nipples causing them to harden in response. My lips find one of them and close around it, suckling gently. My tongue dances and twirls around the rock hard nubbin. I nip my teeth on it lightly and you inhale in a hiss. *spin* I'm lying on my back. You are kneeling between my legs with my erection gripped firmly in your hand. You pump me slowly a few times, rubbing your thumb across the end and along the sensitive ridge just below the head on the underside. You smile at the moans the feeling cause me to make, then lean down and place a kiss on the tip before opening your mouth further and sucking me into your mouth. *spin* You’re sucking hard now and bobbing your head rapidly. Your tongue flicks the end at the top and slithers around my shaft on each intake. One hand is fondling my balls in an effort to increase my stimulation and the other is buried between your legs stroking your clit. I cross the point of no return and tell you that I'm cumming. You moan slightly and suck even harder as I start to erupt. *spin* Still lying on my back and you’re still kneeling on the bed. This time, you’re directly above me, knees on either side of my head. I can see hot wet your pussy is. Your finger teases your clit as you spread yourself open to me. You lower yourself on to my face, grinding your hips against my tongue and chin. *spin* My hands are locked on your hips to keep you in place. You’re pinching and pulling at your nipples, sighing and moaning as my tongue works you over. You lean back, arching your back and rocking your hips forwards, you clit bumping into my nose. Your head lolls down, eyes closed, lost in the building pleasure and your dark hair framing your face. You seize up for a moment, all movement stopped. You squeak slightly a few times as your orgasm crests in you, then shudder and grunt as it powers through you. Your hips buck wildly and your thighs clamp around my head as you’re overcome. *spin* I’m resting between your spread legs. My cock sits at the entrance of your pussy. You grab my hips and gently tug forward, and I slide in. *spin* Buried to the base inside of you, the heat and softness of you surround my rod. We both wait out the mini spasms coursing through you from my penetration. *spin* Both of us are covered in sweat. I’m pumping full strokes into you hard. You cry out with each one. Your nails alternately dig into my back and chest. I can feel the burning from the scratches and it only encourages me to give you more. *spin* I can’t hold back any more. My breathing is in ragged gasps and my hips are bucking uncontrollably. My movements are more like jerks and twitches. I can feel it. A couple of more and I’ll be there. I tell you I’m cumming and you tell me to cum in you. That sends me over. With a guttural, animal roar, I cum. My cock spasms over and over, shooting my load into your womb. *spin* We cuddle together, trying to catch our breath. I hold you close to me, stroking your face. You run your fingers up and down my arm holding you to my chest. The only sounds we make are sighs and moans. *spin* I’m spooned up behind you, arm draped over you and hand pressed to your heart. We drift off to sleep. *spin* Dreaming Of You I had a dream last night that we were at a club. It must have been about 2 AM. A slow song comes on, and we get closer, holding each other tight, kissing slowly. I could feel you rubbing against me. I slide my tongue slowly across your jaw to your ear, and whisper, "I want you." Bringing my lips back to yours, I catch this little hint of a smile, and I say that I want to stop by the beach before we go home. Poof-we are gone. I stop to slide my pumps on at the door (you know these damn pantyhose are gone as soon as we get in the car!). The guy at the door chuckles as we walk out. The next thing I remember, we are on a blanket on the beach. It's nice and cool. All you can hear is the wind and waves hitting the shore. Sitting in your lap facing you, kissing you, I start to unbutton your shirt as I run my hands down your chest and around to your back, pulling you closer to me. I feel your mouth on my neck, sucking on me as I kiss your shoulder. Hmmmm babyyy, I love the way you feel. I slowly push you all the way down on your back. I slide my tongue across your lips, then in between them. I tell you, "Babyyy, I'm going to fuck you, but first I want to taste you." You feel the tip of my tongue sliding down your neck to your chest. I can feel your hands slip under my skirt (you realize that It wasn't only my pantyhose that came off in the car), and I feel your hands sliding up the back of my legs, and then to my ass. Taking your nipple between my lips, I lick it. You can feel my ring running over it slowly. Then I feel your hand on the back of my head as I start to suck on it. I bring my legs from around you, and slip them in between your legs, as I slide down in between them. I hear a light moan come from you as I start to rub your balls. You take your hand from my hair and start to rub your cock on my tits. It's already thick and hard. I slide myself down further. You can feel my tongue slip down your belly, and you start rubbing your cock all over my face. I hold my tongue out as you rub the head over it slowly. I lick it with long slow strokes, from the bottom to the top, as you hold it for me. I run my tongue down to your balls, and suck on you. As I hear you moaning softly, you're making me hot. I slide your cock deep inside my mouth, making long deep strokes. Now, I feel both your hands on my head, pulling me closer to you as I suck on you. I can feel you to the back of my throat, and I take you in deeper and deeper as I suck on you. I feel you getting harder and thicker with every stroke, feeling your balls against my chin and your hands pulling me in. Babyyy, I can't wait any longer! You wrap your hand around your cock as I slide it out of my mouth, and bring your legs together as I crawl up your body. Now on my knees, I open my legs up around you and bend down to meet your lips. As I lick your lips, I feel you running your hard cock all over my pussy. In between my pussy lips, you can feel how wet I am, and you slide it slowly back and forth, feeling my wetness dripping down your cock and your hand. Moaning in each other's mouths, you know I want you, I need you. Bringing your cock back down, you guide it inside me. With your other hand, you pull me down on it. I can feel you sliding deep inside me as I rise up. Now I'm sitting straight up, and I feel your hands on my tits. You bring two fingers up to my mouth. I suck on them as I rock back and forth, fucking you slowly. I feel you moving in and out of me. Then I bring my hands down to just above your shoulders. I feel your hand rubbing my clit, with the other on my ass, pulling me down on your cock. I start to fuck you faster, feeling your cock throbbing inside me. My wet pussy starts to tighten around you. I tell you I see someone coming over to us. You say, "Don't stop!" You start pulling me down on you harder. The couple sits on the sand about 8 feet from us, watching as we fuck each other. They listen as you tell me to fuck you harder. We both moan and cum together. I lay there on top of you, not wanting to move at first, and it isn't long before I want you again. Licking and sucking you, I can still feel you inside me. I feel you growing harder; I start to pump you slowly. Sucking on your tongue, I can feel your hands all over me now. I tell you, "Babyyy, I want to feel you fucking me from behind hard. " You roll me over on my back, holding my legs up and wide apart. I can feel your hard cock slide inside me again. I bring my hand down, and touch your cock as you fuck me. I feel your balls slapping against me as you start to fuck me harder, feeling my whole body jar, and I moan. I close my eyes, and all I can do is feel you moving deep inside me, feeling your cock pumping in and out of me, faster and faster. I want to cum, and you can feel it in me. You roll me over on my tummy, and pull me up on my knees, beginning to fuck me from behind. I push back on your cock, fucking you too, touching your cock and balls with my hand between my legs. I can feel your legs slap against mine as you fuck me harder and harder. You bring your hands around my sides, and take hold of my tits to pull me back down harder on your cock. I can feel it start to run through my whole body as my legs go weak. I start to cum, and you can feel it warm all over you cock as I moan. I feel your mouth all over my back. You push my head down on the blanket, and you start to fuck me harder as you cum deep in me. You push me all the way down, and I feel you lying on my body. Feeling each other's hearts beating. Then I woke up wet as hell. Dreaming of You As I lie in my bed, clutching your shirt for dear life and staring at the collage of photos of us gathered throughout the years on my wall, I notice the insane silence and darkness of the dorm surrounding me. I lie awake and think of you. Our never-ending, unconditional, eternal soul mate connection that will bind us forever. I feel a warm glow surrounding me. I hear the bedsprings crunch and snap. What is going on? Why is this beautiful stranger crawling into bed with me? I stretch to reach my hand out and search for my lamp switch. A warm rough hand grabs my arm and says, "Don't be afraid." I instantly cringe. I am frightened. Who is this beast of a man whose voice sounds like honey and is covering me as I lie dreaming of my boyfriend? How dare you take my dreams away? And then I hear a shhhh. "I will make your wildest fantasies come true." I know that voice. That smelly of musky Aspen cologne. How dare I be afraid? I knew it was you all along. How stupid I am to have thought you a stranger. My One True Love. I release my death grip on your shirt and settle back down into my comfortable sleeping position as you curl up behind me. I grab your arm and slug it around my chest and my breasts. You snuggle up to my back as we slip into a cozy place. The place we have both been a thousand and one times. And that place is right in each others arms. I curl my legs around yours as if I can't get close enough to you. You have been away for far too long. You nuzzle my neck as I peacefully rub your hand. This is it. The peaceful loving stage between restless thoughts of the day and the calm ever peaceful sleep. Exactly where we were meant to be at this time. I sigh and cry a little. Beautiful happy tears with a shade of sadness. For I know that I only have a short amount of time with you until we are parted again. The agony of tearing us apart. I can't bear to think of it. I start to cry. You turn me around and envelope me. You kiss my head, cheeks, lips, eyes, and nose, anything you can get your lips on and say I know honey I know. You ask is there anything you would like me to do for you. I say, just be here. This is unlike me, the sexually rambunctious beast that I am. But now, I know love isn't love without this. These moments. Only passing time from restlessness to sleep. But oh how much they mean to me. No one has ever felt the way you do about me, no one has ever loved me this unconditionally, uncontrollably before. No one like you. And I have never felt this way before. Felt like kissing you so hard you cried or giving you my everything, my all. How perfectly we two puzzle pieces fit together. Together we stick forever. I fall into a deep slumber, unwillingly because I know sleep only wastes our time together. I want to fight and kick and scream and throw tantrums to let sleep, college life, and night know how much I hate them. Tearing us apart, even though it's only a week or two at most, such star crossed lovers should never be forced to be apart like we have. I feel like a bird who can't chirp when I am without you. I just want to be. Be together. Be alive. Be wrapped in your arms. Be loved. Be beautiful. Be bashful and giddy and shy and cute. I am deprived of all of this when you are not here beside me where you belong. Every moment I feel like my heart could burst from sorrowful pain. But it won't. Being apart doesn't kill you like it should. It should just instantly kill you and stop the pain. But merciless departure only laughs and slowly kills you through smoking and depression and binges. Death comes on soft slow wings. I can not part form you again. I'm awake and I look at your face. What a beautiful face you have. Such perfect skin. Soft robust red lips. Dark brown hair to go with your absolutely gorgeous killer eyes. I wish you would open them right now and look at me. The miserable woman that I am. Only a fleck of what I used to be. I used to be flamboyant and boisterous and outgoing and calm. Do you still see it now? If you can, you're the only one. You were scared I would change in college, I already know the biggest change you ill ever se out of me, you've already seen. And you were there by my wounded side for every death defying second of it. Crying right along with me. I am eternally indebted to you. I thank you with all my heart. I stop staring and wipe away a hair from your face. That beautiful face. Your amazing smile, your perfect self. I don't know how or what I would ever do without you. I realize it's far into the early morning as you wrap yourself around me tighter almost afraid I would get up and run away. Never. Never ever. I will stay with you forever Heath Wayne Collins. You wanna know why? Because I love you. And I slip off to sleep, ready for another glorious day by your side. Dreaming of You So it started by me sitting at home watching TV. Have no idea what I was watching, but it was funny. You came in and stood in front of me wearing a tight black skirt and button up blouse. You widened your stance a little and you skirt hiked up just a bit, enough to show the inside of your thighs. You began to unbutton you blouse from the bottom and to reveal a black corset. You come a little closer and begin to hike your skirt slowly as you walk to me. When you are within a couple of feet of me your skirt has risen just enough to show me that you have not worn any panties and a thin line of hair was leading me to your freshly shaven lips. You divert my attention to your breasts as you unlatch the top of the corset and expose your firm round breasts and erect nipples. You run your hands up across them and down your torso, over your hiked up skirt, and across the thin line of hair to your wet clit. You run your fingers across yourself and then finally up into yourself. You let out a small moan and your hands retreat back to the corset that you finally remove. You look over at the couch to your left and make your way to it. With your wonderful ass facing me, just visible under your skirt, you pull the skirt up across your hips, you crawl up onto the couch, knees on the cushions and one hand on the bracing yourself against the back. You spread your knees apart from each other and push your hips out, giving me a spectacular view of your shaven, wet pussy. I immediately unbutton, and unzip my pants so I can pull my rock hard cock out of my pants. As you run your free hand down your breasts, abdomen, and into your wet slit I begin to run my hand up and down on my engorged cock. Your fingers begin to to move faster and faster across your clit and into your pussy. My stokes get faster and faster... I finally cannot contain myself. I get up off the couch and turn you onto your back. I place our ass at the edge of the couch, spread your legs across my shoulders and begin to kiss down your legs. Your hands wander across your legs, my hair, my neck, and your breasts. My tongue gets closer and closer as a run my hands up under your ass and pull your wet pussy to my tongue. I run my tongue across your lips, clit, and into you... over and over again. I begin to suck on your clit while I run a finger up inside of you and begin to move it in and out against your ever-tightening pussy. Your legs begin to press against my shoulders and I feel your body tensing against me. Your moans become louder until both your body and your breathing peaks, and then deepens. I fell an increased wetness against my tongue and retreat back up your legs with my lips. I remove my shirt and admire the dripping pussy in front of me, and decide that i want to watch you cum again. I inch up to your pussy with my hard cock and run it up and down against your clit. It gets wet quickly and slide it into you just a bit. I pull out and slide into you more, teasing both of us. I finally press myself into you as far as I can go and hold it there while we both enjoy the feeling of being filled and covered. I slowly grind myself against you while I watch your breast being kneaded by your hands. We begin to move faster and faster. I pull farther out of you and slide back in... over and over... faster and faster... Your pussy tightens around me and I feel the muscles across your body tighten as you cum all over my cock sliding in and out of you. I pull your skirt off and turn you over onto your stomach on the couch and with your knees on the floor. I slide my cock between your wet shaven lips from behind, and begin to push in and out of you. I run my hands across your back and down under you to your breasts. I squeeze them in my hands and run my fingers over your nipples. I start pushing faster and faster... harder and harder. I can feel myself ready to explode as your pussy clamps down on my hard cock. I press deep into you and both of us cum onto each other as our bodies tighten against each other. I pull out of you, slide you up onto the couch, and curl up behind you for a nap. Dreaming of You... Mmm...I love the way you touch me. It's kinda hard to wash dishes when you rub on my neck that way. You asked me to come over to keep you company for a while, then you try to put me to work. Now you're distracting me from the work and trying to get me to play... You have an artist's hands. Your hands are lean and strong. Skilled hands; sensitive. I have to close my eyes and sigh as you run your fingers up into my hair. Just when I start to get too relaxed, you take a handful of my hair and pull me back against your body. You have such strength. Your slim physique is deceptively strong, but so sexy. You have a quietness about you that could make someone to comfortable. They might not realize how quick and deft you are with those hands and tightly coiled muscles. You move like a boxer. You glide when you walk; so assured and confident. I love that you are only a few inches taller than me because our bodies fit perfectly together. Then there is that gorgeous smile of yours...quickly followed by that sexy bedroom voice. You make something go tight in low places of my body when you whisper in my ear, "Have you missed me, Sweets?" Still gripping my hair, you pull my head to the side and put your teeth right into my neck. Hmm... It's not exactly a bite. It's more like a deep tissue massage with your teeth. Then I feel your tongue, and those sexy lips of yours. Mmm...you're tickling me with your beard Sweetness... I need something to hold on to. You've got my legs weak and my body is on fire already. Yes, Sweetness, I have missed you... I reach my hands back to rest against the tightness of your thighs, gripping your slacks to try and remain steady on my feet. I feel you hard and tight pressed into the back of me. I see you've missed me too then... With your hands still in my hair, you turn me around to face you. Leaning the length of your body into mine, we share that first kiss after a long time away from each other. You tease me at first, nibbling and licking my lips. Why do I feel such a thirst for this kiss? Why am I so hungry for you? As I take in this next breath, you finally kiss me fully. With one hand you grip me tighter, with the other you slide under my shirt. I need to feel your skin. I need to see if you are as hot as I am, so I move my hands under your shirt to slide up your back. As much as I love kissing you, I've missed you too much to not crave more than this while you are here. I pull away and tell you to take off your shirt. You chuckle in that husky voice of yours and say, "No, Sweets...I'll be making the demands tonight." Damn...that alone almost made me cum. Your hands are moving down my body while your eyes stare into mine. When you reach the hem of my skirt, you let your fingernails play along my skin. Why are you teasing me? Mmm... I'm playing in your hair as your hands slide up my skirt. But you don't just slide...no, you grip and squeeze as you move higher. You move up the back of my thighs until your hands cup my ass and we are standing eye to eye. Then your hands move higher, to the waste-band of my panties. "These come off, but nothing else..." you tell me. Hmm...damn that sounds sexy. As you begin to slide my panties down, I grab the bottom of your shirt to pull up as you go down. You stop with my panties at my knees to let me take off your shirt. How do I put into words how magnificent you look? Your skin is the color of warm butterscotch, like you would put on a sundae. Looking at you as you finish removing my panties makes me think of edible things, and all I want to do right now is taste you... You grip my ankle and slide your hand up my knee-high boot, bringing my leg up around your waist as you stand. I can see you long, hard and thick through your pants. You kiss me again as I unbutton and unzip your slacks and push then with your boxers over your hips. I watch as you let the clothing fall to the floor and step out of them. You're so hard right now that your dick stands straight out from your body. The veins are bulging and the head glistens with your moistness. "How come you get to be naked and I don't?" Your response? "Because I'm going to be working here and I don't want my clothes to get sweaty. You just lean back and enjoy the ride." You've got my skirt up over my hips with my body pressed against the sink. You kiss me again as you angle your body to enter into me. I feel the press of you against my waiting wet opening. I moan against your mouth as I feel you begin to slide inside me. And then... The phone rings and startles me out of my dream. Damn, it was just getting good. Is this you calling me now? Dreaming of You Everyone has erotic dreams. Some of us are lucky enough to remember them. Sometimes I wake up from a dream and I have to struggle to remember the details. Who was it I was dreaming about? What were we doing? Where were we? This particular dream was not one of those. I remember the dream from start to finish. Wow, what a finish. So often I wake up way too early, wishing I could fall back to sleep and pick up where I left off. This dream was so real, so hot, and so sensual, that when I woke up my panties were wet and sticking to my still throbbing body. I was laying on my side, my legs drawn up to my chest, my toes still curled. This dream was about him. The one guy I had been trying not to think about. You see, I'm married. And this dream was not about my husband. This dream was about a friend. A friend I have never touched. Our only contact has been online. For the last year, more like 14 months, we have shared morning coffee, and lunch breaks. Sometimes a late evening chat as well. It was a slow progression with us. I was pretty new to the whole cyber thing, and, well, he's quite a bit younger than me. I didn't want to be the first one to talk about sex. I wanted it to be his choice, and his pace. So, we talked for weeks sporadically, without much sex talk at all. We talked about lots of things, normal stuff like the weather, what we did over the weekend, our work, our friends, and our cars. We both enjoy classic rock. I think I will always think of him when I hear Journey sing Don't Stop Believin'. He is actually a musician himself, and I listened to some of his music online. I thought it was amazing, and I felt honored that he trusted me enough to share it with me. It was the only time I ever got to hear his voice. When sex did come up, I was amazed at how hot it was. He made my skin tingle, and my heart race. It was easy to put myself in the moment as we described it to each other. When he was talking about his hands on my body, my body responded, heating up and throbbing. If I was alone at the time, I would use my hands to mimic what he was saying. At first I had no idea what he looked like. So I was imagining Jason Statham. I don't think I ever told him that. Anyway, it wasn't long before we decided to trade pictures. He had always seemed a little shy to me, and the pictures he sent were a little surprising. They included his face, which I wasn't expecting, and they showed him in jeans and a t-shirt, playing his guitar. They were a glimpse into his life. As I was looking at them, and thinking of our conversations, I couldn't help but wonder how in the world I ever met this man in an adult chat site. He's really very good looking, just under 6 foot tall, dark hair, cut short, clean shaven, and fair skinned. I already knew he was smart and extremely sexy. Those thoughts were followed very closely by thoughts of, oops, when he sees the pictures I sent, he's going to be shocked, maybe even offended. I didn't send face pictures. I thought at the time, this might be the last I hear of him. But I did hear back from him, and since he had let me see what he looked like, I sent him a face pic as well. Then I really got nervous. I'm pretty curvy, I'm older, I'm just an average girl with large breasts, and hips. You either like that or you don't. Again, you just don't know what people will find attractive, and I really enjoyed our chats. I guess he wasn't turned off by anything he saw, or if he was he didn't say it. He was always polite, and reassuring. A real gentleman. I imagine he would cringe if he heard me say that, but I won't tell anyone else. Things really started to change when he had to go out of town for training one week. We had only been chatting off and on, but when he was at the hotel, we talked every night that week. I really enjoyed it, he was funny and just fun to talk to. I told him on that last night that I dreaded him going back home, because I knew I wouldn't hear much from him. He told me he would still be on, and we would chat later. I didn't really think he would be on much more than before, but he was. We began talking quite a bit. Most of our chats were full of sexual innuendo, but not all. We made plans to meet online one Saturday, and turn on the web cams. I looked forward to seeing him, but to say I was nervous would be putting it lightly. I can't tell you what I was wearing or what I did that entire day. But I remember him in his boxers. I couldn't hear him, and I couldn't tell you what we talked about, but watching him slowly pull down those boxers...oh my gosh. He looked as good on cam as his pictures. Better even. It was a totally enjoyable experience. To be honest, I really couldn't wait to do it again. It was quite a while before he asked to do it again. We had been steadily talking, just not going on cam. We did some pics for each other, which was totally hot. He was just the total package as far as I was concerned. Then came the time that he was going to have to go out of town again. He jokingly told me I should meet him there one night so we could have some fun. Thinking about it now, he must have almost had a heart attack when I said I would. I really wanted to meet him. He said ok. I actually made plans to be gone from work and meet him. Then a few days later he told me he wasn't sure it was a good idea. I knew it wasn't a good idea, but it didn't stop me from wanting to meet him. He was concerned about me being married. I thought that was extremely admirable. I told him I had been having second thoughts too, and we kinda laughed it off. Deep down...well not so deep, I wish I had gone and met him. We still continued to talk to each other, there really wasn't anything off limits between us. I talked to him every chance I got. I knew I was getting way to attached to him. I tried to hide it from him, because I really had the feeling that if he knew how much I cared, he would put an end to it. I don't know how I knew it, I just did. So we talked, almost everyday, usually at least twice a day. I told him once I was going to kidnap him and bring him to my farm way out in the country, tie him down and have my way with him for days. He was agreeable, but questioned my kidnapping skills, since I had just warned him, and even given him directions to my hide out. He asked me on several occasions when I was going to come and see him. I wanted to badly. I checked into the miles away, and lodging. It would have to be a weekend trip. I didn't tell him this time. I just made plans to go. Well, just to be sure I wasn't about to push him into something he couldn't live with. I sent him an email. I told him I wanted to meet him, but I never wanted to be a regret for him. I cared for him and I didn't want anything to happen that he wasn't sure about. I told him that weather I was married or not, I still wanted him. But from now on, anything we did or didn't do would have to be his call. Shortly after I sent that email, he resigned the 'Words with Friends' game we had been playing. My stomach fell to my feet, because I knew it was over. I'm not sure which part bothered him most, but bribing and begging couldn't make him change his mind. So, it ended. No more morning coffee and lunch breaks. No more anything. I try not to think about him, but that's going to take a while. I believe my attempts to not think about it brought on the dream. You really can't do anything to control your dreams, at least not that I'm aware of. Otherwise, I'd have this dream over and over, with a few adjustments once in a while, just for variety. The dream took place two weeks after we quit speaking. We were in my room, the music was playing from the computer I had beside my bed. It was my Youtube playlist. I love to leave it on while I sleep. The lights were on, but they were dim, with a soft yellow glow. We were standing at the foot of my bed, kissing. They were soft sweet kisses at first. Our hands were roaming over each other, touching for the first time. In the dream, I knew it was the first time. I was amazed that he was here, and I couldn't believe I was actually getting to touch him. I could feel his body heat. I could hear his soft sighs of pleasure as my hands moved over him. The sound made my heart race faster. I could feel the friction of his shirt against his skin as I pulled it off of him over his head. When I ran my hands down his chest, I felt the soft tickle of his chest hair against my fingertips. I watched his nipples harden, and heard his indrawn breath, as my hands slid down to his belly. I looked into his eyes and he smiled, putting his hands in my hair and pulling me close to kiss me again. I was already on fire for him. I began to unbutton his jeans with my clumsy fingers. I couldn't get them undone. He pulled back and laughed quietly, "It's ok, there's no hurry, we got all night." I smiled up into his face, and he started to slowly unbutton my blouse, bending his head to my chest, and kissing my skin as each button opened. I felt the goose bumps break out on my body. I felt his warm breath with each exhale. I ran my fingers through his hair and held his head as he kissed a trail to my belly. Every touch of his lips, and his tongue sent a shiver through me. I felt myself get wet as his tongue swiped across the skin just below my belly button. I moaned out loud and fisted my hands in his hair. He stood up again and pushed the blouse off of my shoulders. His hands were just the right degree of roughness, as they slid down my arms. My shirt fell to the floor, and I was standing in front of him in my favorite pink bra. He smiled again. He had such a powerful smile, a sexy lopsided smile that paired with his intense brown eyes was intoxicating. The blood was rushing through me, and the swelling and throbbing between my legs was building to an almost unbearable level. I took a deep breath and tried again to remove the barrier of his jeans. This time, thank goodness, the button popped open, and the zipper went down easily. My excitement level shot way up at that point. He was commando underneath. My heart was pounding painfully in my chest, and I had to tell myself to breath, calm down, we have all night. But, when I got my first glimpse of him standing in front of me naked, staying calm was an impossibility. If you can remember being a six year old child, walking into the living room after Santa had made his stop at your house, and left you that one special gift you wanted more than anything else in the world, you have an inkling how I felt when I had this man naked in front of me. "You're beautiful." I said to him. He laughed quietly again. "Oh yeah? I'm glad you think so." I kissed him again, placing my hands on his shoulders, I pushed him backward until he was leaning against the foot of the bed. He put his hands on my hips and pulled me close. Our lower bodies grinding into each other. I felt his hard length press against my belly. Skin on skin. I knew I couldn't take much more. I knelt down in front of him. He placed his hands on the end rail of the bed and watched as I lightly ran my fingers down his erection. He was so hot beneath my hand, and at my touch his cock moved. I wrapped my hand around him. I heard him moan, and felt him shift his hips slightly. The sensations I felt in my hand were unbelievable. I could feel him pulsing under my fingers, I felt his heat in my palm, and just the feel of him in my hand was driving me wild. I had never felt such a feeling. It was as if every heart beat could be felt right here. I swear I could almost feel the flow of his blood and his cum, right there in my fingertips, with just a layer of skin between us. I watched his face as I tentatively licked his moist tip. I wanted him so badly, just like this, and it was so much more intense than I had imagined it would be. I couldn't resist taking him deeply into my mouth, and pressing my tongue against him. Feeling the hot pulses on my fingers was electrifying, but feeling him on my tongue was the most erotic feeling I had ever experienced. I held him in my mouth just stroking him with my tongue. Stroking him and watching his face. I could feel him getting harder and harder. He put his hands in my hair and held my head still as he pressed forward, reaching the back of my throat, holding there for a few seconds and then easing back. My mouth was watering profusely, and I was swallowing around him. He moaned deeply at the movement, and pressed forward again, so deeply that I couldn't breathe. My mouth was filling with saliva again, and I tried to swallow, but the path was blocked with his cock. My eyes were watering, my mouth was watering, and I was so wet and excited I thought I would cum at any moment. He eased back again, allowing me to breathe and swallow. "Oh damn, that feels good." He said. I couldn't speak, but I moaned my agreement. He pushed deep again, and he seemed to swell and fill my mouth. The pulsing against my tongue was stronger and faster, his breathing louder and faster. I started to suck on him, and just as he was reaching the back of my throat, I felt him begin to cum. His hot slick load filled my mouth. I tasted his saltiness, and held it in my mouth, swirling my tongue around him, still pressing against him, and feeling his load flow out of him. When my mouth couldn't hold anymore, I swallowed, and moaned, as my body began to quake. I came without a touch to any of my usual pleasure points. After a few moments, I reached up and held him with my hand as I started to move my mouth off of him. "Not yet." He said. I looked up at him as he began to thrust in and out of my mouth. He was still hard, and after just a few strokes he came again. He reached down to me, pulling me to my feet, and fisting his hand in my hair, at the back of my head, and started kissing me. His tongue sweeping in as we shared the taste of him. I woke up with my arms around my pillow, panting. I couldn't believe I came in my sleep. I hope it's one of those recurring dreams you sometimes hear about. Dreaming of You I was having the best dream. My boyfriend Dom was playing with my pussy. He had his fingers in my pussy and he was licking my clit. I was so wet and wiggling and moaning his name while he brought me to an intense orgasm with his mouth and hands. I loved those hands. They knew just what to do to make me come over and over again. Dom pullout out of me and crawled up my body to my breasts, taking my nipple in his mouth, sucking on it until it was hard and standing at attention. He then moved to the other breast and did the same. All the while, I could feel his hard cock grazing my V while he worked on my breasts. Wanting him to plunge into me, I hooked my legs around his waist and thrust my hip up to meet him. He put his hand on my waist to stop me from making any more contact. "Now, now. Patience baby, patience." He pulled away from me completely, and rolled me onto my stomach. Sitting on my thighs, he began to massage my back and ass until I was moaning with pleasure. I felt me reach over to the dresser and pull something out of it. He got off of the thighs and pulled my hips up until I was on my knees. He then squeezed some lube on my anal cavity and used a finger to push it in. I was going to ask what he thought he was doing, but since it was just a dream, I let it go. In reality, I was an anal virgin, and was planning on staying that way. As he made it past the second knuckle, I loosened up enough that is started to feel really good. He removed the one finger, added more lube and inserted two fingers. He pumped those fingers in and out until I thought I was going to explode. He then sled his cock in to my pussy, and that put me over the edge. "Are you relaxed baby?" I answered with a nod and a moan. He chuckled behind me and pumped his cock in my quivering pussy. Having his cock in me and his fingers in my ass quickly brought me to another intense 'O' moment. As I came down again, he pulled out of both holes. "Spread your legs more for me Katie." As I did, he grabbed ahold on my hip and lined his cock up with my lubed ass hole. "Hey, wait a second. What do you think you're doing?" A finger or two was one thing, but his dick!? No way! "You know what I'm doing. I'm finally going to take your ass since it belongs to me. I've been nice up until now but it's time baby. Just do what I tell you and you'll see why this is amazing and why I want it so bad. Please baby, just relax for me." "But it's going to hurt so bad," I whined. He sighed at me, "It will hurt a little but it will feel so good baby." He began to line up again and stroke my back to get me to relax again. Finally, he pushed his hips forward until the head of his throbbing cock was in my ass. "That's it baby. You're so fucking tight. Just relax and push out a little. This will hurt a bit, but you'll feel so good. I promise." I did as he asked and pushed out a little bit. I guess that was good because he slid a couple more inches of hard cock in to me. "I want you to reach back and spread you ass for me ok." "Ok," my voice was still small and unsure of what was happening. I opened myself up to him even more and he was able to slide in even more. He was almost in all the way and I already felt full. There was some burning still but after a moment, it lighten up and was starting to feel good. "I'm going to go all the way in ok? You are doing so awesome. Stay like you are." With that, he thrust in the final inches until I felt his balls on my aching pussy. He groaned from above me and I felt his cock twitching instead my ass. I knew he wouldn't last long since my ass was so tight around him. He gave me a minute to adjust to him before he started moving. Finally, he started to pull out until just the first few inches were still instead me, then he went back in all the way. With a groan and a wiggle, my ass took all of him in that push and I loved it. He finally got going in to a steady rhythm, pumping his steel cock in my ass. Using his grip on my hips to steady me, he finally started to lose the rhythm as his orgasm was building. "Come with me baby. I need you to catch up. Play with your clit." I reached to my swollen pussy and played with myself for him. With both of us about to come, I shoved two of my fingers in my pussy and starting fucking myself. I could feel his cock in my ass through my vagina wall. As he finally found his release, I did too. We came together so hard, I think I passed out few a few seconds. I saw darkness and heard only the sound of our breath. I felt someone shaking me awake. I finally opened my eyes and found Dom leaning over me. "Katie, are you ok? You seemed to be having a very intense dream." My cheeks redden and I was glad he couldn't really see me in the darkness. "Yes, I'm fine. It was very intense. And eye opening." "Eye opening huh? What happened?" He reached over and turned on the bedside lamp so he could really see me. "Um, well. I was dreaming about us," my cheeks getting redder then I thought possible. "We were in bed and things started to heat up." "I'll say! You were moving around like you were possessed!" "Sorry if I freaked you out. You are just so good, even in my dreams I guess," I smiled up at him. "Well, you're going to have to tell me what I did that made you go so crazy so I can do it in real life." ""Maybe I will but not tonight. Dream you wore my little ass out!" "Well awake me would love to wear that ass out anytime baby." I swatted his shoulder as I laughed and reached over and turned off the light. As I settled back down in Dom's arms to go back to sleep, I thought to myself, maybe I will let him take my ass...one day.