0 comments/ 28956 views/ 2 favorites Dreams By: Redlilly It was like a dream come true. The man you feel to be the best thing since sliced bread says in so many words that he wants to fuck you. Not the most romantic thing to say to a girl but when your feeling down then nothing quite touches those senses than to make you feel like a sex goddess (or a slut!). After a pint things seemed perfect, I couldn't have asked for anything more. After the initial shock and disbelief I felt very wary. After all he just said that was what he was after and you can't get any more blunt than that. I questioned him more and I was right that was all he was after but there was more to it than that, or was that what I hoped. He left it up to me to decide what I wanted, but that was difficult. I wanted to be with him and to make him mine, but if that meant lowering my standards, then I wasn't interested. I was going to see his attempts to seduce me knowing full well that I would say no. I might risk being called a prick tease but he needed to be brought down a peg or two. I went to his room and we talked for ages, the first real conversation that we really had. He was intelligent and really made me think. I began to wonder if there was more to this man I had previously thought shallow. He made me a coffee and we talked for what seemed hours, a real battle of wits. We were both trying to impress one another. I don’t know about him but it was working for me! He got on to the subject of sex (surprising enough) and I began to see him in the light of a man who was in actual fact was trying to seduce me. He was talking about how to turn women on, how to give them the best sensations, make them have the best orgasms. I however was not so strong as before as he began to eat away at my hard exterior and found my weak spots inside. He was talking in a manor in which I had never been talked to before. He was using my most erogenous zone, my mind. I was now very vulnerable and he knew. He began to talk so softly and move closer. He began to undress me with his words. He began to look straight at me, and this man I had wanted all year, had turned me on in his room, with out laying a finger on me. I wanted so much to say no to him as I had planned to. I wanted to walk out as I planned to. I wanted to show him I was not that easy. I wanted to fuck him as much as he wanted to fuck me. I decided I would do it for myself, after all I had had a limited sexual experience and he was, by the performance he had just given, a master of the highest level. He was giving me my cake on a platter but would I eat it? Yes. I looked at him and gave him a look which said come on then show me what you can do if you think your so good. Up till now we had not touched. He told me to drop my head and close my eyes. He moved closer and brushed my hair from the back of my neck. As soon as he touched my hair my heart leapt from its home to my mouth. It began to race as he breathed on my neck. His hot breath sent shivers down my spine and I was already throbbing. I could feel his whole body next to me and his presence filled my mind. He wasn’t even touching me, I felt like a sexual time bomb about to blow as soon as he did. He was teasing me with his lips, breathing on me so I knew how close he was with out touching me. He was sitting behind me now and I felt his arms go around me and pull my top out from my jeans. I could still feel his head close to mine. He brushed his cheek against mine and I turned towards him. He placed both hands round my head and turned my head back. I nearly melted to his touch his hand were warm and soft. I was at his mercy, I was putty in his hand, he could do what he wanted and I would probably let him. He ran his hands down and stroked my neck with delicate brush of his fingers. He had found another of my erogenous zones and was stroking me to ecstasy. I couldn’t help but squirm in my seat. I was throbbing so much that I thought he would have to feel it. I wondered if he had an erection and if he was throbbing too. He was looking at me as though he was examining me, concentrating on every thing he did. He decided now would be a good time to kiss my neck and as he did I let out a gasp. My hot blood was rushing through my body. I was being kissed, nibbled, bitten and I loved it. I had never felt so much passion and desire. I just let myself go and closed my eyes to the rest of the world. I was in my own world now. He was kissing up my neck and across my face. The trail he left with his lips was tingling. My breathing was getting faster and deeper. He was lifting my top over my head and I let him move my body to where he wanted, after all he initiated this so he could do all the work. He pushed me back on to the bed and placed my arms beside my head on the pillow. He then let his hand fall on to my chest and let them follow the contours of my breasts as he moved down to my jeans. Every pop of the buttons on my flies made the throbbing in my now sodden cunt even stronger. In a second my shoes, socks and jeans were a crumpled heap on the floor. He looked at me again examining my body, the curves, the hair and colour of my skin. He traced a line around my knickers and bra and left a trail of burning skin. He slowly pushed my bra strap off my shoulders and kissed the top of my breast. I arched my back in pleasure and he put his arms under my back and pulled me up so he could undo my bra. He then pushed me back on the bed and rubbed me firmly from under my chin, down my neck, down my chest, in-between my breasts and down across my belly to my knickers. He hooked his fingers through them and slid them down over my legs. I was lying there naked and alive in front of this man who was about to ravish me. I was in sexual heaven with a master of the art. He crawled up between my legs and rubbed his hands up the inside of my thighs. He began to rub my lips and clit and I felt an orgasm well up inside me. He felt me pushing against him to feel his fingers in my cunt and so did the opposite. He was controlling every feeling I was experiencing and he was getting off on it. He stepped away from me and slowly began to undress; he never took his eyes off me. He did have an erection; the head on his dick was red and glistening. He knelt in-between my legs again and lent forward to kiss my nipples. I couldn’t stand being passive any more and I grabbed hold of his head and pulled him up to me to kiss him. We were a mess of arms, legs and bodies as we rolled around on the bed. He was kissing me as deeply and passionately as I had ever been kissed before. I was aching for him so much and longed for him to fill me up with his dick. He was pushing me away from him again on to the bed and grabbed his cock and started to pump in front of me. He placed the head to the entrance of my cunt and rubbed up and down, rubbing my clit in the process. He was also rubbing his dick with my juices and rubbing all over my lips and legs. He was teasing me so much. He was placing the head of his dick at my cunt, pushing it in an inch then out again. He was moving very slowly and I wasn’t sure I could take any more. I told him I was about to come and he thrust as hard as he could, harder and faster with every stroke. I came with waves and waves of pleasure. My whole body was sweating and hot. I was throbbing from head to toe. I collapsed back on to the bed but he was far from finishing. My cunt was on fire, hot, wet and pulsating with every beat of my heart. He sat up still with his dick inside me and pulled me up with him. He held me so tightly between his arms and moved me up and down on his dick. I could rotate my hips to give him and myself the best feelings. I could use my cunt muscles and suck him up inside me with every stroke. We were kissing passionately. I was stroking and scratching his back and he loved it. I was riding him with all the energy I had. He was rubbing his hands all over my back and down to my arse. He reached behind, wet his fingers with the juice oozing out of my cunt and went in search of my arsehole. When he found it I screamed with pleasure. He slowly moved his finger in and out and I could feel my second orgasm building up inside. I began to moan again and he knew. He held me so tightly and began to fuck me harder and deeper. The sensation in my arse doubled the pleasure and when I came it was the best feeling I ever experienced. I felt it was never going to end. He came at the same time and pumped copious amounts of seed in to my greedy cunt. His whole body tensed and spasmed. He was as hot and sweating as I was. The feeling after an orgasm is the best ever. Feeling so relaxed with the odd twinge of your cunt sending little reminders all over your body of the last orgasm. I had never been fucked so well and for the sheer lust of it. I didn’t care how he felt, as he had wanted it probably more than I did. I didn’t know if it would ever happen again and didn’t care. I had the orgasm to remember. Dreams She lay in bed, quietly listening to him breathing. He'd had a long day, and despite the feelings stirring inside her she decided not to wake him. Instead she rested her head on his chest, and felt the calm rising and falling that accompanied his deep sleep. She wondered what it was he dreamed about as he lay there, his arm draped lovingly around her shoulder. She wondered, too, if she would ever be able to tell him all the things she dreamed up in her own mind. Her tastes ran toward the more... intense... at times, and she was almost embarrassed to admit her own desires. If only there were some way to make him understand the things she couldn't bring herself to explain. The thought of telling him everything outright was near frightening, and she pushed it to the back of her mind. She concentrated on the feeling of his hand on her skin, the warm flesh of his chest under her cheek. Yet when she closed her eyes, she couldn't help the fantasy she was about to have. It was the sort of thing she could only think about while he was asleep, or when she was alone... or, on occasion, while she herself was in a subconscious dreamland. She fought the images for awhile, wondering what made her the way she was. She thought of the times when she had tried to ignore the little ideas that had somehow, someway, turned into needs. There were many factors, she imagined, which contributed to her desire to be dominated. She sighed as she remembered conversations she'd had with those involved in the "lifestyle", and felt thankful it wasn't an everyday need. Just sometimes, once in awhile, she wanted more than anything to be controlled. But that scared her. Not because she didn't trust the man on whose very chest she was resting, but because she loved him. That was putting it mildly. She adored him with every bit of herself. She respected him, and she lusted after him. Many times she wondered what he was even doing there with her, taking perfect care of her, loving her back. She felt inadequate, knowing he deserved the very best. And she often sank into a pool of guilt over her selfish fantasies. He had told her once that everyone has a fetish. Perhaps he was correct in that assessment, though really only the two of them mattered to her. She tried to allow him indulgence where she could, knowing that his own fetish needn't be everyday either. In the end she was just grateful to have a loving and dedicated mate, and she considered herself fortunate. And yet, those darker thoughts crept into her mind again this night. Finally, she relented, and wrapped her arm around him, closing her eyes. These little fantasies started out much like reality, with his warm kisses on her face and neck, and the hotter, more passionate ones opening her mouth to him. The very idea of being opened started her off though. She wanted to be opened to him, to belong to him, and more importantly, to be claimed by him. She wanted to be taken, not brutally as in some of the rape-type erotica she had read, but firmly. She didn't have a need to be flogged or whipped, and in fact the thought of him doing such made her shudder. But now, almost able to feel his lips on her skin, she sank deeper into her fantasy. He would have her on her back, she was completely comfortable that way. Being her own fantasy she took certain liberties. And as he kissed her, he would work her nightie upward, running his hand over her body firmly, until he reached her breast. Once there he would squeeze it, kneading it against his palm. He would continue to kiss her, forcefully now, and she would respond with fevered moans and arch her back against his strong hand. She would wrap her arms around his neck, holding him close against her, until he wrapped his hand tight around her wrist and pinned it to the mattress beneath them. Here she would moan loudly, feeling a sudden rush of dampness between her legs. Inside her own head, she could hear herself begging for more, pleading... needy. But she would say nothing. The only sounds to escape her throat would be the whimpers and moans she could not hold in. She prayed he would know. Then, he would move away from her, and she would hear him reaching in the darkness, wondering what he might be doing, wishing he was still on top of her now, her legs trembling with excitement. And then, all at once he returned. She couldn't see much, but felt him wrapping a rubbery strap around her wrist. For a moment, she thought of fighting him, just to make things interesting. But then, realizing that she wanted this far too much to fight, she forced her body to relax. He took her other hand and strapped it snugly to the first, and as he began to tie them both to the headboard, she opened her mouth. She might have been about to protest, not even knowing what to say, but he cut her short with a very soothing "shhh" in the darkness. "Be a good girl" he gently whispered to her, and her knees went weak. She was now at his disposal, and his mercy. Fear was the furthest thing from her mind, and now, as he resumed his nibbling at her neck, she bit her lip to keep from squealing with pleasure. Her hands twisted in their new restraints, tugging slowly as she checked her bounds. Her excitement grew tenfold as she realized that she was really incapable of freeing herself. He'd worked his way to her breasts now, and as he sucked a nipple into his mouth she nearly stopped breathing. She could feel herself moaning again, more than she could hear it, and she turned her head against her immobile arm. Her body moved helplessly beneath him, and as he continued to toy with her now aching nipple, she thought she felt him smile a little. It didn't matter, he could have been out and out laughing... she was already in a state of bliss. She arched her back once more in a vain attempt to elicit more pressure from his mouth. Again she was quiet while in her mind she begged him to bite down, just enough to make it hurt a little bit. She dared not ask. But this time, he read either her mind or the signal her body was sending, and as his teeth slowly tightened their grip on her swollen nipple, her body shook with her first orgasm. She wanted to beg, "please more please I need it please please don't stop", but she couldn't make the words come out. All she could do was moan in ecstasy, and pray he would give her more. He released his grip and her breast fell back against her body, a bit tender now from his long and steady tooth hold on it. She was still panting and half moaning as he kissed her throat, his arm wrapped around her tightly, holding her closer to him. In the darkness he whispered calmly to her, "you're mine". And that was the very thing that she adored about him, the way he made her feel safe and protected. "You belong to me" he told her, as though she hadn't known it already. She couldn't speak, only nod her head in agreement. His hands began to move over her body again, touching her gently, rubbing her shoulders and neck, and finally coming back to the breast that now was perfectly sore. He held it in his hand for a moment, kissing her mouth, her kissing him back intently. Then he lowered his mouth again to her nipple, this time licking and sucking carefully rather than biting. His mouth was soothing now, his tongue gently urging her back toward another orgasm. She wanted desperately to hold him close to her, to wrap her hands around the back of his neck and keep him there until she came, but her hands were bound above her head, and though she twisted in her restraints more diligently now, she was still not able to free herself. He pulled his lips away from her breast long enough to tell her to be still, and at that she let her arms go slack again, and tried to be quiet as he once again took her nipple into his warm and loving mouth. Her body began to tremble then, and she felt her legs quivering, but he never broke his slow and steady sucking. Her breathing grew rapid, and her back arched under him yet again, and still, he was calmly working her into an altered state. When finally she felt the heat of her orgasm beginning, he suddenly pulled away. She nearly yelped with the displeasure of his detachment from her, but instead she turned her head and sighed heavily. He smiled at this, knowing she was dependent on him for whatever pleasure she would have. He knew also that she was at his mercy to whatever punishment he might wish to inflict. He moved around her on the bed now, pulling his clothes off. She fully expected him to enter her, and make love to her as he had so many times before. She guessed he would now let her hands loose and the game would be over. As she watched him disrobe she could feel the heat building between her legs, she felt herself dampening with the anticipation of the feeling of him inside her. Just as she had thought, when he was unclothed, he positioned himself between her legs. But the part where she thought he would reach up and untie her never came. Instead, he whispered in her ear. "You love me, don't you?" She was surprised by the question, knowing full well he knew the answer, and suddenly a flood of nervous excitement filled her. "Yes." She'd meant to say more, but she couldn't find the words, or perhaps the nerve to spit them out. "And you want to be my good girl, right?" Again she was surprised and slightly nervous. "Yes, I do." Her voice was scarcely more than a whisper. Then he kissed her again, and she tried to concentrate on kissing him back, but she couldn't help her mind from going through the possibilities of what would happen next. Her heart was pounding as he kissed her neck, and she was near breathless with anticipation. What was he going to do, she wondered... and how long would he make her wait to find out. He sat back on his heels then, kneeling between her legs, looking down at her. She was slightly embarrassed now, thinking how silly she must look with her hands tied together and her nightie pushed up under her arms. Her breasts felt cold without his body heat to keep them warm, and she could feel her nipples harden again. She wondered if he would notice. And then, he looked further down her body, to the place where her legs came together. She often thought that he might never admit to it, but that may well be his favorite part of her. He put one hand on the inside of each of her knees, and began to push them away from each other. She resisted him slightly, now blushing with modesty. "Come on baby," his voice was soft and reassuring, "spread your legs for me". Her heart was pounding in her chest now. Hearing him say those words made her instantly flood with wanting, and she thought by now she must be literally dripping. She allowed him the freedom then to push her thighs agape, and though the room was dark and she was sure he could hardly see anything, she felt the weight of his gaze touching the very center of her. He reached out one hand then, and ran his finger slowly between her rapidly swelling lips. She moaned, loudly... the waiting having made her that much more sensitive to his touch. Then, with the aid of a second finger, he parted her lips, and held them back. The thought of being opened came back to her now, she thought of herself almost as a flower, and his fingers the sun, opening her petals carefully, gently... Her hips were rocking slowly toward him, and on their own. She was lost in her thoughts of him, of how he was so perfect, of how she wanted to give him all of herself. But he broke her train of thought when two fingers from his free hand pushed inside her. She could feel her muscles tensing around them, and realized that for him to slide them in so quickly could only mean she was as soaking wet as she had imagined. Her knees were coming together slowly when his hand slapped firmly against her inner thigh. She jumped a bit, startled not by the pain, but by the fact that he reacted so quickly. "I'm not done" he told her firmly. He pushed her legs even further apart, and with a certain commanding aire he advised her not to move. She nodded her head, amazed by his tone, and turned on by it as well. He went back to work, moving his fingers in and out of her now. She could hear the noises emanating from her wet opening, and wondered if he was trying to make her blush again. She had little time to think about it, since he pulled his sopping and sticky fingers from her swollen pussy and pushed them into her mouth. She sucked them slowly, smelling her own scent on his fingers, tasting herself on his hand. She cleaned his fingers well, and licked them until he pulled away. When he did she licked her lips, wondering if she tasted the same to him as she did to herself. She watched him changing position on the bed again, but held her legs apart as she did, waiting for any further instruction from him. The heat on her thigh where he had slapped her for moving earlier was a good reminder. He grabbed two pillows and moved her around until he had them under her, and she suddenly felt like she was on display. He put his face between her legs then, and as he spread her lips open again, he told her again she was not to move until he was through with her. She nodded her head and closed her eyes, knowing that she'd never get through this without jumping around. He started slowly, licking her lips, licking around his fingers, and then up higher to where her lips came together. She was glad she'd shaved herself for him, because it allowed her to feel everything he was doing to her. His tongue soon found her clit, which was stiff and hot already. His tongue lapping at it, and then sucking it, and then biting it, made her crazy. Her legs began to shake, and she was moaning and whimpering. But she concentrated on being still. He plunged his tongue inside her then, and she gasped loudly, and rocked her pussy against his face. She was trying not to move but it was hopeless. He must have understood this because as he went back to her clit, knowing it would make her come, he let go of her pussy lips and wrapped his arms around her thighs. She was near screaming when she came, pulling against her hand ties and bucking her hips against him. She couldn't control her body, it was a lost cause. Her orgasm lasted awhile, and she began to feel it was unbearable for him to continue on. He let up on her, never stopping, but mercifully moving his tongue from her clit back to her hole. He licked her all over, and while he did so she was hoping that he liked the taste of her. As he picked up speed again she felt yet another round of burning heat in her pussy, and when he touched her little button again with his tongue he set her off. She came hard, almost as hard as the last time, and before her orgasm was even over she was pleading with him to stop. "Please, I can't... I... c-c-can't... please". He knew she was desperate for a break, and somehow he took pleasure in her not being able to escape him. Were her hands free, he knew she'd already be pushing him away, using her hands or her feet to stop him from licking her out any more. But she wasn't free, she was rather... fettered. He pressed his face against her pussy one more time, and licked her with long, slow, hard strokes. She began to calm down, and tried to get her erratic breathing under control. He licked her steadily, like a cat cleaning it's fur. Slowly, predictably, he stroked her with his tongue again and again. Then, he stopped. She could feel him breathing on her wet skin, and she wondered what he was thinking. "Come on baby girl," he teased her a little, " I know you've got one more for me". She struggled to move away from his mouth, but he grabbed her thighs tightly. "I told you not to move until I was done, my love..." and with that he pulled her clit into his mouth one more time, and sent her completely and utterly into orbit. She pulled hard against the ties now, trying desperately to free her hands, but it was of little use. Eventually she gave in completely to his mouth, and slowly she began to relax. She lie there twisting and writhing for a long while after he'd stopped touching her. He simply lay beside her and waited for her to come down, stroking her hair and shhh-ing her again. When she began to drift into a slightly sleepy state, he moved back to his position between her legs. This time though, he was not thinking of her pleasure, but his own. She felt the head of his hardness pressing against her lips, waiting to gain entry into her. Quite willingly she opened up to him, angling as best she could with being restrained to guide him in. He felt absolutely huge sliding into her, and ever more huge when he started to thrust. As he slammed into her she watched him in the darkness, knowing that he was doing this to her because it made him feel good. And she was glowing inside knowing that her simply being there for him to take could make him so happy. She moved her legs around, in and out, up and down, until she found the spot that made him grunt and moan. That's where she held herself, she was concentrating on what he'd like best, not even thinking of her own pleasure now. But, the more she listened to him the more excited she in turn became. She fully expected him to stop at any point just before he exploded, as she was accustomed to him doing so to prolong their amazing intercourses. This time though, as his pace quickened and his vocal expressions became louder, she realized that he wasn't going to stop. The nearer he got to his own orgasm, the harder and faster he slammed into her. By the time he filled her with his hot and creamy man-junk, as she once heard him call it, she was coming with him. As difficult as it was for her, she stayed silent, listening to him. She wanted to remember every detail of this experience. And as he lay his exhausted body down on top of hers, she inhaled the scent of him... his cologne, the soap he used, the sweat of his body, and the deposit he had just made into her. When he got his breath again, he pulled out of her. That was always something that made her squirm, and without him inside her she felt so completely empty. But this time, he did something he'd never done before, and she was slightly shocked by it. This time, he slipped a finger into her swollen and tender pussy, and allowed it to be covered by their combined ejaculates. That sensation alone was amazing for her, comforting and stimulating at the same time. But then, he took his finger and once again put it in her mouth. At first she didn't know quite how to react, and he must have seen her apprehension. "That's right baby," he prodded her along, "be a good girl honey... lick it up for me... come on". Hearing him talk to her that way, she would have licked dirt from his shoes. But the taste of him in her mouth, all over her tongue, was far more pleasant. He pulled his finger from her lips and dipped it inside her hole again. Then back to her mouth. What she had often imagined would be rather unsavory, turned out to be quite the opposite for her. He did this a few times, and then reached up and released her from her bonds. Her arms were aching now from her straining to get free. Almost immediately she turned over on her stomach, her favorite position to lay in after such intense orgasms, and waited to feel his arms wrap around her. Instead though, she felt is hand in her hair, getting a good grip on her head. Before she even realized what might be coming, she felt his other hand smack her ass, rather hard. She yelped with the sting, and that only served to bring his hand down on her ass again. He spoke then, giving explanation for his actions. "My love, I know you tried to be a good girl, but, you didn't do very well holding still for me." Smack... he slapped her again. "I'm sorry that I have to do this, because believe me, it hurts me too..." with that he began to spank her in earnest, slapping all over her ass and the backs of her thighs. She bit her lip to stop from yelling, and thought, for the first time, of their safe word. She rolled it around in her mouth, hoping that he would stop before she called Purple. Then he said something she could hardly believe. It made her heart stop beating for a moment, and her eyes grew wide in the dark of their room. "I want you to cry for me." And with that, she forced herself to relax into his spanking, and slowly, tears began to fill her eyes until they ran down her cheeks. Her body shuddered with the thought of what he was doing to her. She was being broken. He was breaking her. All the while, in the back of her mind, she'd thought she was in control, tied or not. Now, it sunk in. She was powerless to his will, to the sound of his voice. But, instead of feeling sad or confused, or even angry, she was relieved. Finally she belonged. The tears of pain turned into tears of appreciation, as her heart thanked him for making her his own. She'd never felt so safe, so protected. She'd never felt so loved. Dreams But she'd have to wait to tell him so, as now he was holding onto her tightly, wiping the tears from her eyes. "Alright baby, you're ok..." he soothed her with his gentle words. "You're my girl." She wanted to sink into him, to bury her face in his chest, but he wasn't quite through with her yet. Instead he nudged her downward, pushing her shoulders until she was at eye level with his cock. "Show me you can be a good girl now" he told her, holding the back of her head. She opened her mouth and eased it over the head of his cock, slowly swirling her tongue over it. More than anything she wanted to please him. He continued to push her further down on his stiffening rod. At one point she thought she would gag, and she tried to pull back, but he continued to push, catching her by surprise. "Breathe baby, relax... come on, you can do it for me" he encouraged her. He stroked her neck, running his free hand over her jaw, and then with his other hand, he began to set the in and out pace. Her head moved up and down on his cock, and he reminded her over and over "suck it baby" and such things, which on any other day might have sounded a little crude. Tonight though, she wished he'd talk non-stop. It served only to excite her and make her even more eager. They continued on that way for awhile, him talking her through taking more of his cock into her throat than she ever thought possible. When he was no longer satisfied by her mouth, he gave her a moment to rest before telling her to get on her hands and knees. Briefly, she wondered how she would be able to take him again. But her thoughts soon turned back to giving in to him. Her want to be beneath him overtook her, and she assumed the position it's rumored so many women dislike. When she felt him behind her, she breathed a sigh of relief. Tonight more than any night she didn't want to lose physical contact with him. She hoped that he'd always be touching her some way, since his letting go of her altogether was like torture. She braced herself for the familiar sensation of his cock entering her from this position, and then he shocked her yet again. He pressed the head of his cock against her ass. Had it not been for his grip on her hips, she would have jolted forward with much force. She had tried before to take him into her ass, and failed miserably. Again he soothed her with his calm, quiet and steady tone of voice. "Baby just relax, I know you can do this for me". And oh, how she wanted to. It would have made her so happy to be able to give him this part of her as well. The fear of the pain was intense though, and she was terribly nervous. He pulled away long enough to grab some lube and rub it on her ass. She hoped he'd slather his cock with it too, thinking anything to ease this process would really be appreciated. Then he was back, pressing against her opening. She felt his hands massaging her ass, and then pulling her open a little. Then she felt his cock pressing harder, as he began to try to work it inside her. She wanted to scream, the hurt already working through her, but instead she put her head down and tried to let him in. He coached her along, reminding her to breath, telling her he knew it was hurting her, asking her to relax herself again and again. He asked her if she was alright, and she nodded her head. She wanted to do this, and it was likely more important to her than it was to him. They'd talked about it before, and she had tried, but not the way she was trying tonight. She took a long, deep breath, and as she exhaled it she moved back toward him, feeling the head of his cock finally make it's way into her ass. The pain was intense, but at the same time she felt a sense of accomplishment. He was slowly moving forward into her, and she wanted to yell at him to stop, to just hold still and let her get used to him inside her, but she couldn't speak. As he moved it felt like feet rather than inches were being forced into her. And then, mercifully, he started to slide outward. Even that pain was intense, and she yelped in spite of herself. He knew then that he was really hurting her, and he withdrew completely, causing her to feel both relieved and disappointed in herself. She buried her face in a pillow and sighed heavily. He stroked her back, rubbed her shoulder, and touched her hair. He told her she was so good for trying to please him that way, and he didn't mind that she couldn't. When he flipped her on her back and tied her hands together again, she was more than happy to comply. Her ass was still sore, and she hoped that he'd stay away from it for awhile. As his cock once again entered her willing pussy, she moaned from the pleasure of having him back inside her. He pushed into her deeply, and hard enough to maybe even hurt her on a regular day, but he did so slowly. He paused awhile between strokes, just using pressure to stretch her to the furthest point. And in between he asked her several questions. "Who do you belong to?" he asked her. She didn't respond, knowing that he knew the answer, and finding it difficult to speak through her growing excitement. "Answer me you little bitch" he snapped at her. "Who do you belong to?" This time she responded. "You." He stroked a few more times, hard and deep. "Do you like acting like a whore?" he asked. "Yes" she told him, but that was not the answer he was looking for. "Say it" he told her. She hesitated. He raised his voice a bit and told her again, "say it... tell me you like being my whore". She tried to clear her head and make the words come out, but with him railing her pussy it was difficult to think. "I... I like... being your... your whore" she finally spit the words out. He must have been feeling her out pretty well, knowing she was once again on the verge of orgasm. "Do you want to come for me, honey cunt?" he asked. "Yes," she wanted to scream it. "Tell me then" he said. Her head was reeling, and she had enough trouble getting out the yes... but she opened her mouth and forced out more words "I want... I want... I want..." she couldn't get past it. She pulled her arms away from one another, trying to get free... she was in a frenzy and wished desperately that she could just hold onto him. "No no," he told her, "you stay right where I put you". He slammed into her even harder now, and faster. She was bucking beneath him, trying to fuck him back, but without the use of her arms she was struggling. She began to moan loudly then, almost screaming. "Come for me" he told her. "Come for me," and she did. When she did, she felt him let loose at the same time, filling her again with the hot, slippery liquid. He again laid on top of her when he was through, and let her hands free. This time she wrapped her arms around him, and pulled him tight against her. She rubbed her face all over his chest and neck, and kissed him where ever her lips could reach. "I love you" she whispered, and again and again. She couldn't say it enough. "Promise me something" she said to him between kisses. "What's that?" he asked her. "Promise me you'll never leave me" she almost begged. "I never will" he told her, "I promise". He held onto her that way for quite some time. When he finally moved off her, she curled up beside him, his arm draped lovingly over her shoulder. She rested her face against his chest, closed her eyes, and listened to him breathing in and out deeply until she, too, fell asleep. Dreams She is there standing before me. I see the sparkle in her eyes and realize that she is so alive. She has told me before that she does feel good in jeans but tonight she has dressed to kill for. I see her tight yet simple dress clinging to her body in the bar when she awaits me to pull her chair back and allow her to sit next to me. It starts with small talk and how our day went but I can see we both are a littler nervous and looking to escape this bar and be together alone. We are drinking but not alcohol, not tonight for her she is wanting to feel everything just as it is. I ask her if she would like to go to my room and be alone with me and she tells me she would love to. So I pay the tab and off we go to the elevator. I hold her hand and feel her shaking a little not knowing what will happen in the next few hours but wanting so much to please her. We get to our floor and I open the door for her as she steps inside and scopes out the room. Champagne is waiting for us as I take her coat and notice she looks beautiful tonight, so vibrant and so fantastic. I ask her if she would like to have a drink and she tells me in a few minutes as she closes the gap between us and I feel her right up against me. She so exciting to have against me and I can feel my hardness rise and I have no doubt the she does as well. How could a lady standing so close and so tight against me not begin to feel my hardness grow. And then the kiss, we kiss so passionate and so deeply. Our tongues are matching each other’s as if it were a wrestling match finding and forcing each other’s tongue to dance together. I can feel her responding to me now as her breasts crush against me. I can feel my lady tense as if she were cumming but yet I feel her driving hard to match our kissing as we take each other’s breath away. Her fingers are gently caressing my neck and shoulders and we continue to kiss as our passion rises. My hardness is fully pressed against her now and she responds by pushing harder against me. Then my new lover pushes away, she is backing up a step so I may watch as she takes the clip out of her hair that she has wore up for this occasion and she slowly lets her hair fall around her shoulders. Her eyes have changed now, I can see the passion in them as she reaches behind her and unclasps her dress and in one swift motion it falls to the floor at her feet. She sees my reaction as I see her beautiful, sensual body in front of me. I can’t help but love what I see and want her with animal instincts. My new lover has chosen not to wear a bar tonight and I love her breasts, so full and yet so tender, her nipples are almost hard as she stands before me for this brief minute. She has also chosen to wear a garter belt with thigh high stockings on this beautiful night. I can’t believe how beautiful this lady is so much more with only her high heels and stocking and garter belt, so sexy and so erotic. This lady doesn’t know it yet but I am sure she knows this evening will go on for quite a while. I am going to enjoy making love to her, taking her slowly and making sure she is satisfied and fully pleasured. Nothing will ruin this evening as I begin to take my shirt off in front of her. I can feel she wants to come close and crush my body once again but I whisper to her to please stand there and wait until I am ready. It is not long before I have taken my pants, shoes and socks off, as I stand in front of her. All that is left is my boxers and I decide to leave them on for now as I move towards her and once again kiss her deeply. Only this time nothing separates us as our skin is against each other now and I feel her passion come on stronger than before. As we kiss I slowly caress her neck and shoulder and move my hands in front to cup her soft breasts. They are so large and so beautiful and I hear a moan escape her lips as I hold them. She feels my fingers firmly holding her nipples and I feel them grow quickly in my hands. Now it is my turn to back away, to back up just enough to lower my mouth over each breast, one at a time and lick and suck each nipple into my hot mouth. I am still close enough to feel her reaction as I do. She has raised her head and tilted it backwards as I gently suck each nipple. Sucking it softly at first then harder as she presses any part of her body that she can against me. Her hands are now on my back trying so hard to pull me even closer to her. A slight moan escapes her once again as I suck hard enough to harden her nipples. I am also cupping and gently squeezing each of her beautiful breasts and unknown to her as of yet she will be glad she has worn no panties this evening and I use my fingers to explore lower now. My new lover is still holding my body as tight as she can against her, and I am almost kneeling in front of her as my fingers find a very wet, very moist opening between her legs. I can feel her shutter as I gently caress her pussy now, she has tried so hard to stand still and allow me to explore but I can feel her gently pushing her wet pussy towards my fingers even harder. I am gently licking her belly button and using my tongue as if it were a weapon to lick deep and swirl around in her. Her hands are now grasping my head even harder trying to push my head down farther as she slowly spreads her legs wider and I know she is ready to feel my pleasurable tongue inside her body. She is almost weeping as I use my fingers to spread her outer lips and my mouth now covers her opening. She is so ready, so hot! “OH MY GOD” is all I hear as I felt her trembling and then a rush as her wetness started flowing into my mouth, she was cumming good and strong and she really didn’t know it was only the beginning of this evening. Her hands were digging into my hair as I felt her breathing shorten and I knew she was ready for yet another climax, so I raised my mouth a little finding her little bud and then I started to nibble a little on the hood as she came even harder and longer this time. My newfound lover could hardly stand anymore without my helping hands holding her upright. But then I allowed her to go to her knees with me, as I wanted to kiss her once again. This time she didn’t want to stop kissing me and I felt her hands wander for the first time as she reached for my hardness and I could feel her soft gasp as she found my manhood. She knew that I would fill her with all of my 9 inches this evening and she knew she would enjoy it so very much. She when crazy trying to stroke it and hold me, but I backed up once again and standing in front of her I lowered my boxes so she could finally get a good look at my cock. I could see her eyes fill with lust, the turned so cloudy and so determined a look in her face as she moved close taking the head into her open lips. Yes she was good; she was very good taking my sensitive head in and sucking as hard as she could on it. She knew the head was the most sensitive part of a man’s cock. This was not the first time my lover has sucked cock and I knew by her movements she was enjoying it as well. Each time she when down my shaft she was taking more and more in her mouth. I felt her inch downwards and then as if on cue I felt the head of my cock at her throat opening. She knew I was building and yet she kept her pace up. Tonight I was wondering if she was going to take me down her throat or just as much of my 9 inches she could handle but it didn’t take long for me to feel her throat open for me as she slid my cock into a very hot wet opening. Yes I felt my lover’s fingers caressing my balls and I knew it would not take long at this pace to build to a climax as I tensed and felt my juices filling my balls. My lover knew this and as she held my balls in her fingers I told her if she didn’t quit I would cum very soon, but all this did was excite her even more, she was very aggressive and started fucking my cock with her silky throat. I was done for now, I knew I would cum no matter what and all that was left was to enjoy it as she assaulted my cock with her throat. I didn’t even know if she got all of me inside her and didn’t care as the river started to flow. Jolt after jolt I came, holding whatever I could with my hands to grip hard as I came. And as usual if I don’t cum for weeks I can very well continue to cum over and over as I felt the second wave hit and she was relentless taking more of my juices and then she must have heard me cry softly as she slowed her pace knowing that tonight would not end this way but yet there was much pleasure to give yet. Dreams, Part one Dreams I stood looking out the window at the night sky, my mind swirling with thoughts of you. Remembering our conversations, the sound of your voice, they all dance thru my memory. I close my eyes and see your image etched deep into my soul. I feel your hands on my shoulders, pulling me back into the security of your body. You enfold me in your presence, protecting me from the night. I feel you turning me towards you, taking my face between your hands and kissing me. Your lips move slowly, sensuously over mine. I have never known a more sweeter, passionate kiss then yours, you breathe life into my senses. Your lips leave mine, moving to my neck. My breath catches in my throat, as your lips graze my skin. It's as if your mouth were burning me, leaving a fiery imprint upon my flesh. Your arms hold my lower body tight to yours, I lean my head back as you kiss my neck. You linger at the base of my throat, kissing me with your tongue, a moan escapes my lips as I melt into your arms. You fall to your knees in front of me, your hands gliding down the front of my nightgown. The moon shining thru the window highlights my silhouette thru the white gauze material. One by one I feel the pearl buttons being undone, the nightgown falling away from my body. I feel as if I am in a dream, floating on a cloud. I am brought back by the touch of your skin against mine, so intimate as we hold each other in an embrace. I feel the hardening of your manhood pressed into my thigh. I sense the rising of your desire, the urgency in your touch as you reach out to me, urging me to the floor. I lie down beside you in front of the fire, the shadows performing their own erotic dance across our bodies. I take your hand and place it on my breasts, they swell with desire against your palm. Your fingers gently tease my nipples, I moan and sigh beneath your touch, arousing you so unbearably. You remove your hands from my breasts, sliding them up my legs, my thighs, my hips. I love that mystical power you seem to have over me that makes me desire you so desperately. You slide between my legs, my arms encircling your neck, eager to have you penetrate me. Your hardness rest at the opening to my passage, you groan as you push yourself into my tightness, thrusting deeply, finding yourself yet unsatisfied. It isn't enough to simply possess my body, you want more. I feel a throbbing fullness as you begin to move against me. You thrust slowly at first with deep measured strokes. Putting my legs over your shoulders you thrust deeper into me. I cant remember ever having been penetrated so deeply. I moan uncontrollably as your thrusting increases in speed. You withdraw from my tightness almost to the tip, and then plunge back in as deep as you can possibly go. I cry out with the sound of utter passion, sliding helplessly into the fiery of my desire that you have so tightly woven. I thrust my body up to meet your downward strokes, running my hands down your back, I pull you deeper into my fire. I wrap my legs around your body, opening myself to you as my hot breath whispers words of encouragement into your ear. Over and over you drive into me, feeling you grow bigger with your hunger. Your manhood has become engorged with your desire for me, throbbing in my warmness. You pull me possessively closer until our breathing has become one breath. Unable to bear anymore you cry out as you fill me with your passion. I can feel myself losing control, being swept away in a sea of blinding desire. I feel my body pouring its sweetness onto the throbbing head of your manhood. I cry out my pleasure with the sweetness of your name on my lips. Overwhelmed by our passion for each other, I pull you to me, cradling your head against my breasts. My eyes heavy with sleep, I drift off into a peaceful slumber. I am awoken by the morning sunlight streaming in thru the stained glass windows. Reaching my hand out to caress you, I discover you are not there. I close my eyes to bring back the memory of last night, the images so real in my mind. I feel every touch of your hand, every burning kiss upon my lips, the sweet filling of my passion. Yet you are not beside me, was this a dream into my fantasy or was this a fantasy from my reality? Dreams As she placed her car key in the lock, the hairs on the back of her neck gave her a shiver than ran down the small of her back as she felt herself softly throb. The simple act of sliding the hard key into the well-lubricated lock was enough to bring her previously forgotten nighttime fantasy back into her mind. As she slid into the leather seat and sat holding on the wheel, she closed her eyes and felt herself fall into that glorious state of daydream. She has somehow been walking down a roughly paved country road. She was alone, and she could feel the soft wind on her face as she walked down this seemingly never-ending road that was lined with tall rows of corn on either side. She upon an old barn and as she quietly walked inside, she heard the sound of a car driving down the road. As the sound of the engine grew louder she held her breath. Suddenly there was silence. Frozen with unknown fear she stood there waiting in the darkness for whomever or whatever would be coming to her. As the door swung open into the blinding light of the setting sun, she saw the outline of a man coming to her. Motionless, she said nothing. As he came closer she tried to see his face only to finally be close enough to see when the door suddenly closed. Leaving she and this man in the darkness. He reached out and touched her face, running his hand down to her neck. His touch was so familiar, and she arched her neck encouraging his caress. She felt his lips on her neck, and his hand on the small of her back. Their lips met and she could taste him. He laid her back on the soft hay that was scattered about, and slowly unbuttoned her blouse. She closed her eyes in the darkness, allowing this stranger to have his way with her. As he opened her blouse to her voluptuous bare breasts, his lips could not help but to find her pert nipples. Softly he kissed them, taking turns teasing them with his tongue and lips. Playfully biting them between kisses. His other hand gently pulled up her shear shirt and found her soft creamy thigh. Running his fingers along her outer thigh until he reached her panties, he then followed their edge until he reached her warmth. As she parted her legs, his finger found it's way to her. She softly moaned as he found her hot throbbing clit. Softly rubbing her with gentle circles she began to arch her back and reach her fingers into the loose hay to futilely grasp for support. Still mouthing her full breasts, he reached one finger inside of her pussy to feel her moist heat. She began to shake as her breaths began getting deeper. Slowly he moved up on her, and even in the barn that was dimly lit by the setting sun outside, she saw his cock in front of her. She timidly began to take him into her mouth, then began to hungrily slide him in and out of her mouth, supporting his balls with one hand while she softly teased the head of his cock with the tip of her tongue. She heard a low moan coming from him as he looked down to see her working on him. He began to pump his member in and out of her mouth with such force it was all she could do to maintain her breathing as he teased her tonsils. Relaxing her throat she took him all in deep eagerly massaging his balls. Suddenly he moved off of her to leave her gasping for air, as he found her panties. Sliding them down, he then parted her legs, and with his tongue leading the way from mid thigh, he began to lick and suck on her clit. She moaned and shuddered with ecstasy and his tongue flicked her and his fingers probed her. She reached down the felt his course hair and ran her fingers through it as she felt his warm tongue flicking and teasing her. Sensing her want for him, he adjusted himself so he could enter her. Grabbing her thighs and pulling her to him he thrust himself into her. Together they moved, as he placed his still wet finger into her mouth. Fervently she cleaned her juice from him, as she felt herself building up to a powerful orgasm. Swiftly he picked her up and placed her on top of him. Still in her skirt with her white blouse open, her breasts moved with her, as she rod his hard cock. He reached up to touch them, but she grabbed his hands and firmly held them at his sides. As she rode him hard and deep he loosed his hands, and flipped her back over onto her back. Grabbing her legs and holding her wide open, he pumped her with all the force left in his body. She moaned with pleasure, and as she climaxed he felt the rush of his own orgasm as he held himself against her. Limp from gratification, she opened her eyes to see him as he walked out of the barn into the early twilight… Once again alone in the barn, she closed her eyes and awoke to the morning. Dreams Sitting down after a hard day, a cool dink in my left hand, my left side against the arm of the sofa, soft music on the stereo, head back, eyes closed in reverie. This is almost paradise. She comes, scooting backwards to spoon herself against my right side. I put the drink down and encircle her from behind with my arms, one below and one directly on her breasts. The absence of her underclothes is obvious. The action causes her blouse to pull slightly, baring her left shoulder, just inches from my face. I lean down, my mouth touching the silky skin that has presented itself to me. I make little footprints with my lips, across her shoulder to her neck. Slowly, I creep up her neck until I find a shell-like ear. There, I take the lobe into my mouth and suckle, like a babe feeding on its mother’s teat. I feel her nipples harden under the silky fabric of her blouse and a soft moan escapes her lips. I continue to nurse, my right hand cupping and fondling her breast. She tilts her head back for me to kiss her on her cheek then twists in my arms so I can put my lips against hers. Now it is my turn to moan when her lips part, welcoming me into her mouth. The sweetness I find there is indescribable, just as is the smoothness of her teeth and the softness of her tongue. The erotic feeling of her mouth is only rivaled by the suppleness of her body, undulating under my hands. It is certain that she knows the extent of my arousal. With her sitting almost in my lap, there is no denying the manifestation of my excitement. But, my gratification is unimportant. The only essential thing is her peace of mind, her happiness, her serenity, her tranquility and, I can only hope, her ecstasy. With my hand, I pull her head down to rest on my chest, the crown of her head just below my chin. I hold her there, rocking back and forth, making soft, cooing sounds. I hold her for minutes, ten, fifteen, until her breathing has changed into a soft tempo and I know she is asleep. Cautiously, so as not to awaken her, I pick her up in my arms to take her to her bed. Still asleep, she nestles tight against me, while I carry her, her arms around my neck, relying in me completely, without the slightest hint of suspicion or doubt. She is serene in the knowledge that I will not harm her or violate her trust in me. She rouses slightly when I lay her on the bed but in moments her breathing has returned to the soft, rhythmic, cadence of sleep. I know that, for her comfort, I should remove her dress but I do not trust myself to be exposed to her soft, yielding flesh. I pull the covers up and turn to leave when her hand grasps my wrist. "Wait, stay with me, come take off your clothes and get into bed with me." This is absolutely forbidden! Every fiber of my being rebels as I remove my shirt, my shoes and trousers and slip into the bed with her, wearing only my under shorts. She spoons backwards into me with a soft, contended sigh. The natural fragrance of her hair assails my nostrils, driving its way into my brain. I close my eyes as if this will prevent me from seeing or feeling what I so desire to see and feel. I put my left arm around her waist. She quickly takes my hand in hers and moves it upward so my palm is in direct contact with her breast through the thin fabric of her blouse. She holds my hand there and makes a sound that is best described as a purr. Torment is raging within me. I know in my mind that I cannot, must not betray the trust she has so willingly given me, but I am a man, with manly thoughts. I am not sure my resolve is strong enough to withstand the desire my body is feeling. I attempt, without success, to hide the manifestation of my urges. I pull away from her only to have her press her bottom harder against me until there is no denying she knows what she he is doing to me. Is this a test? If it is, I must pass it. I cannot betray her confidence. It is my duty to watch over her as she sleeps, to protect her from harm. But I am not sure she understands the difference between the masculine and feminine psyche. Right now I am, by far, her greatest danger. After all, I am a man and could easily bring down on her the hurt that so many men have before. My heart is racing and I can hardly breathe as I stifle a sob and back out of the bed, pulling my trousers on. I leave her murmuring and go back to sleep on the sofa. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ The cold light of dawn breaking through the window wakens me, chilled to the bone. I reach out and with my hand encounter her warm body underneath the covers alongside me where it has been through the night. She responds with a kiss and a dreamy “Good morning. You must have had a very erotic dream last night, look at you. We can take care of that, cant we?” Now, this is paradise. Copyright © 12-24-02 by E. J. Sheeran. All rights reserved. This work, in part, or whole, is not to be distributed, reproduced, transmitted or posted, in any manner, without the express written permission of the author. For comments on this story contact me at the link below. Dreams ***Do not post this story at any other site without permission of the author.*** Tails of a Headhunter lll She stepped out of the car, glancing his way as he sat waiting in the truck. Heading to the bridge, which crossed the stream, she heard the truck door close behind her. It was fall of the year, but it was still nice out, just before the sun set. Crossing the bridge, she disappeared into the stand of bamboo. Once inside this stand, it was dark, almost impossible for someone to see in, but you could see out. She watched him from the cement bench inside the stand of bamboo. She knew what he wanted and he knew what she needed. He paused on the bridge, staring at the water as a car drove by the area. Once it passed, he came to the clearing where she sat. "I almost grew tired of waiting," she told him. She knew the reason for his hesitation. They hadn't been with each other for a while. He was scared, with a lot to lose. She knew it and didn't push him too hard. The electricity between them was still as strong as it had ever been. She couldn't leave him alone and she was still "forbidden fruit" for him. He had to keep coming back, if just for a taste, every now and then. She knew this, but could not stop herself anymore than he could. He stood leaning against a tree, undecided. He wanted her, but guilt was written all over his face. It was hard for her too. She hated hurting him this way, but she could not get over wanting him. Standing, she walked over to him. She took his face in her hands and lifted his head until he was looking directly in her eyes. "We don't have to do this," she told him, softly. "I want to, and I don't. Do you understand?" he asked. "Don't think about the other part. Only about us. It's the only way you'll get through," she told him. She knew she was taking a big chance. The attraction with his was way too strong. At times, he was almost an obsession. She was going to have to back away from him, but it wouldn't be today. Not as long as he was here with her. Damn the guilt!! She had to have him. "Come here and sit down," she told him, leading him by the hand to the cement bench. Still holding onto his hand, she asked, "Are you okay?" "I'll be all right," he told her. She placed his hand on her breast. He knew what to do next. She stepped closer, straddling his left leg, as he caressed her tit through her shirt. "Show me!" he said. She stripped off her shirt and laid it next to him on the bench. She was wearing no bra underneath. "Easy access," she said, grinning and lifting an eyebrow. He buried his face between her tits, breathing in her cologne. He would remember that smell forever, because "Poison" was what she was. Once she got on you, you couldn't get her off. Long hair spilling over her shoulders, she tipped her head back as he traced a path from the underside of her tit to her nipple with his tongue. He slid his hands up and down her body, hearing her whimper her need for him. If only things could have been different for both of them. They wouldn't have to be hiding out in the woods now. She knew it wouldn't take much for her to fall for him, but she would never let him know. After all, he had told her from the very first, "Don't love me." She felt his hands at her stomach, undoing the snap, then the zipper of her jeans. He slid them slowly down over her hips, following them down with his hands. His tongue was tracing an agonizingly slow line down the center of her chest to her stomach. As she stood nude before him, he bent his head to touch his lips to the top of her pussy hair line. She bit her lip to keep from making a sound. Stepping out of her jeans, she spread her legs as his hand found it's way into the dark curls. He cupped her snatch in his hand, running his palm over the lips a few times. Her hips pushed toward him as his fingers parted her. As he teased her, he felt her hands undoing his pants. When he had her wet, she dropped down in front of him. "I know what you want," she told him, reaching in to pull his cock out of his pants. He leaned back on the bench, his arms behind him, supporting his weight, as she went down on him. It didn't matter how many times she had done him, it still never ceased to amaze him. She worked at her own pace, teasing him, running her tongue across the top of his cock. Her lips touching the head just barely, in a butterfly kiss. Opening her mouth just enough for the very tip of his cock, she probed the tip with her tongue for a few seconds. She felt him tense up as her moist, warm mouth encircled him. As she started down his cock, he murmured her name. Going half way down, she stopped. He felt her lips tighten around him as she started back up, pulling slightly at him. She kept this up for a few seconds, then went completely down; all of him in her mouth and throat, staying there for a second. "Shit!" he panted. She started back up, lips tightening, pulling at his again, until she reached the end. Releasing him, she went down again, harder this time, making him grunt slightly. One of his hands reached for her head as she started down on him once again. Grasping her hair, he laid his hand on the back of her head as she slammed down on him once again. When she came back up this time, she kissed the head of his cock and stood up. "You know what I need!" she told him, huskily, He lay back on the bench as she straddled him. She guided him into her, riding slowly, savoring the feel of him inside her. She didn't want to ride him too hard, because she knew that it could stop at any time. The overwhelming need finally took over and she began riding him harder, needing to get hers. "Stop!" he told her urgently. She did. She stayed still for a few minutes, "Let me up!" he said. She let him up, almost reluctantly, thinking he was through. She was wrong... "Lay down," he told her. She lay down on the bench waiting for him to make his move. He took her legs, bending her at the hips like an L. He pulled her ass to him as she reached for him to guide him into her once again. Picking up where she left off, he thrust himself into her, coming at her harder each time. She gripped the sides of the bench to keep from sliding across the cement. Just when she thought she couldn't stand it anymore, he stopped, leaving her hanging at the edge of the climax. He stood rock still, all of him buried in her. Slowly he pulled out. He could feel the muscles inside her trying to tighten around him and hold him there. He slammed into her again and she cried out as he sent her over the edge into a climax. "Please?!" she whimpered. She wanted to feel his heat in her, but they both knew it couldn't happen. There was too much at stake. He slammed into her once again, driving her completely over the edge, feeling her heat flow over him seconds before he pulled out of her. He let himself go, sending hot spurts of cum over her stomach, as she lay twitching on the bench. When he finished, he stepped back, letting her legs drop down. She lay with her eyes closed for a few seconds, enjoying the feeling he had given her. When she finally opened her eyes, he was still standing in front of her and she smiled at him. "Thank you, baby," she told him and meant it. She knew she could trust him that this wouldn't go any further; and he could trust her. They needed each other for completely different reasons, but for the short time they were together, the reasons didn't matter. Only their own satisfaction mattered to them, and both were well satisfied now. She sat up slowly and reached for him. Wrapping her arms around him, she pulled him close and laid her head on his stomach. He reached down, running his fingers through her soft hair. "I have to go," he said, sadly. "I know," she replied. While they were getting back into their clothes, she asked, "Will there be another time?" "I don’t know," he told her truthfully. She let it go, not asking him anything else. They walked to the edge of the bridge and he turned to her, kissing her long and hard. When they finished he looked at her and said, "If only..." "I know," she told him, letting go of his hand. He walked across the bridge, leaving her standing there, watching him go. As he got into his truck, he turned to look back at her, but she was gazing into the stream. She couldn't watch him leave. It hurt too much, but he would never see just how much. She awoke from the dream which had been so real. Fresh tears had made tracks down the sides of her face. In the dream, she had come so close to saying the words she must never say to him. She would end it with him. But in order to end it, she needed to do it in her own way... October 24, 1998 Please send any comments to the link below. Dreams I was having a bad day at work. I just wanted to go home, relax, and check out the new guy that had moved into my apartment complex. I have been watching him since he moved in. I wanted to say something but I think the only thing I could get out of my mouth was taking me to bed. And I don’t think that would be a good thing since it would be the first time we spoke to each other. The drive home was hot and the a/c in the car wasn’t working the greatest. I needed a way to cool off. I couldn’t wait until it got dark to go skinny-dipping. I did that a few times when I knew there was no one at home. So I had a plan. I stopped at the local fast food place and grabbed a bite to eat. I hadn’t been food shopping lately because this was much easier and I hated cooking for just one. I know after Ted left things were going to be different but we just couldn’t see eye to eye on a lot of things. The sex was great but a relationship just can’t be about sex. But a woman can wish right. When I pulled up the sun was beginning to set and I sat there watching it. I always loved the sunset. The way the sun made the clouds look and just before the stars came out. Thinking about Ted in bed was really getting to me. God did I miss the warm body there. The way he would move up behind me. The way he touched my skin. Why do I let my mind wonder that way? Then out of the corner of my eye I saw him again. That body, those long legs, a shiver ran through my body once more. Man did I ever need to get laid. Once I got into my apartment I got undressed. It was great walking around the house naked. I felt like I could breath again. After dropping my bra I cupped my breast. They always felt good to me. Not too big not too small. Then I laid my hand on the other one. Moving them around in my hand just enough to make my nipples hard. I felt another shiver run through my body. I walked into the bathroom so that way I could take a shower. I was so sticky from being in the heat. The thought of the water running down my body sounded good. I heard him talking out side my door. I think he was on his way to his apartment. I think I heard someone yell his name the other day and I thought they said Daniel but I wasn’t sure. I haven’t seen any women coming around so I hope he is single. Back to getting my clothes I had decided to take a bath. I grabbed my headphones. I grabbed a couple of candles and wished I had a good book to read. Maybe over the weekend I would go shopping. I sat in the water and slid down until the water was over my shoulders. I started to rub my breasts again. My nipples got instantly hard. I rubbed my hand down my stomach and it stopped just above my lips. Just by running my hand down that way I knew I was wet. I put on the headphones and lit the candles. And went back to what I was doing. How I missed a man rubbing the head of his dick around my clit. I started to rub myself. I could feel myself getting closer to an orgasm but I had to stop I wanted to build so much up that I could scream when I released it. Then I started to think about Daniel. The way his muscles moved when he walked. How he looked in his jeans. What he was hiding in those pants? I couldn’t take it anymore. I started rubbing my clit faster and faster until I came. I screamed and sank into the bath. It was time to flip the tape over and when I opened my eyes He was standing in my bathroom. I moved the headphones and he just looked at me. I asked him why he was in my bathroom and he said he heard me scream and wanted to make sure I was okay. I told him I was and he just stood there. I wanted to grab him. I moved up a little bit so he could just see my nipples. I wanted to tease him because I knew once he was gone I would be excited again. He moved closer to me and I didn’t know what to do. He took his shirt off and let it hit the floor. I wanted to say something but I was too busy staring. I stood up and ran my hand across his chest. He leaned in like he was going to kiss me when he grabbed me. Both my breast got hard. He came a little closer and put one in his mouth. I could hear the cries from my throat. I throw my head back. How I wanted more. He moved to the other one. I got my hands down to his pants and I could feel his shaft was growing and that caused me to moan more. He stopped and looked at me. I reached for his pants. But he beat me to them. He had unbuttoned them and was letting them slide down. I pulled him into the tub. I didn’t know what I wanted to do first. I couldn’t believe this was happening. I wanted to pinch myself but I didn’t want to wake up if it was a dream. I sat in front of him and ran my hands all over this body. I came to his dick and I was massaging it. I leaned over and put it in my mouth. I felt him tense up. I was working myself down it when I heard him moan. I had him all the way in my mouth. He was growing harder and harder until I thought he was going to explode. I worked faster and faster on his dick. He grabbed me up and with his eyes moved me on top of him. I felt electricity run through my body as he worked it into me. It was a little at a time. Once he had it all the way inside of me I started to move very slowly. I wanted to feel the whole thing inside of me. I could just scream, the excitement was building so much I couldn’t take it. But he moved me into the water and was moving bit by bit. He would go in and out very gradually. I could feel myself climbing closer and closer to what I wanted to reach so badly. He knew what to do to me to get my body to react to him. I didn’t want this to end. I pushed him off of me and got up. I got out of the tub and led him into the bedroom. I laid on the bed while he stood over me watching me rub myself. As he got closer to me I would rub faster. I had another orgasm. I get excited when I am watched. His face held a big smile on it. He lay on the end of the bed and I crawled to him. I ran my hand up and down his leg. I eased myself on top of him and slowly put him inside of me. I road hard and fast. He moaned loud I could feel his excitement growing. I was bring myself into another climax and just bout time I had my finished he cam for me. I just fall over and looked at his chest raise and fall. Dreams Alyssa Kelly was 25 years old, 5'5" tall of slender built. Her hair was the color of autumn leaves, soft and warmth of her red but almost golden with curls that flooded down her back and shoulders. Although she always hated it, men were amazed with its color. Her eyes were emerald green and could pierce right to a man's soul she had been told. How she longed for that man that could pierce her own soul, a man that could consume her just by a single look. As sleep swept over her, she drifted back into the circle of his embrace, the warmth of his strong arms enveloping her. She knew this is where she belonged; her life was by this man's side. A man who only came to her in her dreams, oh how she long for night time when she knew that she would be in his embrace. He called to her commanding her to come him, his voice stirring to her very bone. The low husky growl becoming coming closer, "Come back to me, my sweet Alyssa, let me love you as no other can." Her heart pounded as she could feel the warmth of his breath on her shoulders. This man of her dreams, her Highland lover towered over her. His body full of muscles that were tight, his skin almost looked to be bronze and glistened. His dark hair lightly brushing across her cheek as he bent those sweet lips down to hers, She starred into those golden tiger-eyes sucking in a deep breath. His lips curved up into a lustful grin and she knew she was his, even if it was only in her dreams. As he lips covered hers, Kevlin knew that this time she would not escape him that this time she would be his forever. No more letting her go, this woman he loved with all his might. This night she would be his and beg him to take her with him into his world. Nothing would keep them apart any longer. He was hers and she was his and this time not even hell could keep him from taking what belonged to him. Alyssa melted against his chest as his mouth covered hers. His tongue parting her lips and engulfing her mouth, probing, searching for her tongue. His arms pulling her closer to him, pressing into her soft body to his so that molded into his perfectly. The hunger of his kiss demanding, wanting, needing, searching for her to return his hunger; soft moans of pleasure where devour by his mouth. Her arms wrapping around his neck, he lifted her placing her legs around his waist. Kevlin slowly releasing his hold on Alyssa, she slid down the length of his body. He smelled of soft leather and spice, male spice. Her hands touch every part of his chest, her fingers rippling down on his muscles. He moaned as her hair fell against his manhood. And when she placed her hands around him, he shuddered at her touch. So delicate and soft where her lips as she pressed them on his shaft, and then she took him fully in her mouth, kissing and sucking him, just when he thought he could take no more he pulled back up into this embrace and kissed her deeply. She grinded herself against him, her body was on fire and she needed him inside her, but her would not give in so quickly, he bent down taking her breast in his mouth sucking and nibbling devouring her flesh with his touch. Her legs felt as though they would buckle beneath her, he place an arm around her waist, pressing himself back against her. Moving his mouth, to her other breast and nipping at the tip, she exploded. Her body trembling, shuddering with delight, Kevlin knew she was be forever his. Nuzzling at her neck he whispered so softy to her, "That's it my love, take your sweet pleasure" and whimpering as she came, he held her to him, "Yes" he whispered. Alyssa purred his name as she laid her down on the bed. Kevlin breath was ragged, as he looked her over. She was beautiful and she was his. Reaching out to him, "touch me," me she asked. And when their eyes meet it was with such fierce desire and that devilish grin he gave her, branded her. He was going to do much more then touch her. Kevlin reached down with his hands, placing them on her thighs and parted her legs, slowly kneading his fingers on the soft folders of her thighs, she withered beneath his touch. He covered her with the length of his body, his mouth kissing from the top of her head down to the tips of her toes, again and again, until she thought she would die from his touch. Please, please was all she could say, until finally the palm of his hand covered her soft spot between her legs, the spot where she burned for him to touch. His finger parted her lips and gently rubbed against her nub, his cock was rock hard and needed to be buried deep inside her, but not yet he told himself. Rubbing over her nub again and again, Alyssa lifting her hips up to his touch pressing against his hand, and then when she was about to explode her removed his hand. She cried, please don't stop. The warmth of his kiss there between her legs, sent tingles in her body like now before. His fingers parting her lips and his tongue lapping against her nub as her pressed her against his mouth. Pressing one finger inside her, then two, then replacing his fingers with his tongue, Alyssa could hold back no longer and as she came Kevlin wrapped his hands around her thighs and buried his face into her, savoring her, drinking up the love that she gave him. He covered her mouth with his, kissing her deeply, his tongue thrusting in and out of her mouth as though her was fucking her there. He pressed the head of his cock against her opening but held himself there. Cupping her face between his hands, his heart pounding against hers, he move his fingers over her lips pulling her lower lip down as he inserted his finger in her mouth. She moaning she sucked his finger into her mouth. Desperately trying to press him inside of her, but no he would not entered her. "Tell me, what it is that you want," he asked. "Tell me!!" he demanded. "You, I want you in me now," say pleaded with a voice that was consumed by her need. Kevlin let out a roar, that took her breath away, and he drove himself deep inside her. "I am inside of you now, we are now one" he growl at his nipped at her neck. Slowly her moved inside of her, her walls tightened around his cock, and he stood still. Letting her grow accustomed to him, and when he pulled out of her, her cries of protest was covered by the hunger of his kiss, he placed her legs over his shoulders and drove into her, deep and hard. He was going to take her hard and fast. His balls bouncing against her sensitive flesh, meeting him thrust for thrust. Fucking her like the wild beast that was burning in his soul, he devoured her. And when she couldn't take it no more, when her body screamed for release her arms wrapped around his neck and pulled his mouth to hers. She cried out his name as she came yet again, but this time it was so intense, Kevlin shuddered was the wave of her orgasms washed cover him and when her could no longer control himself, he spilled his seed deep into her womb. Crying out her name again and again. Kevlin drew her to him, wrapping his arms around her. "Stay with me, my sweet Alyssa," he asked. Lifting her head up she searched his eyes, "You will forever be in my dreams," said Alyssa as she softly kissed her lips. She knew that she would soon be awaking up and this would end. "Nay, cried Kevlin. "Not this time, you will doona leave me Alyssa." "Tell me how, how I can stay in this dreamland of yours." He placed one hand over her heart and the other against his own, "place your hands over mine" and repeat after me, "Wither thou goest, there goest I, two flames flicker but from one ember; both forward and backward doth time fly, wither thou art, remember." A wave of memories flooded Alyssa, her head felt as though it would split wide open. Kevlin held her tight; she felt ash though as was spinning around and around. And then the darkness consumed her...she slept in his embrace, remembering all they had lost, all they would search. Alyssa slowly awoke, feeling exhausted, but somehow every different. She purred as she felt those strong arms wrapped around her. "Mmmm, she said, this man still haunts me when I am wake" And when those arms tightened around her, pulling her closer she froze. "I'll twill not be haunting your dreams no longer, my sweet Alyssa," Kevlin purred. Dreams She tossed in her sleep, her blonde hair falling around her head almost like a halo. She had a scared look on her face before it became serene. Her eyes began to slowly open and she sat up and yawned. She looked about her surroundings and almost cried. She was still in her room. She saw her stereo next to her bed, her same old desk across from her bed and her closet next to her desk. Her dresser was across the room with a bookshelf on top of it, full of books, movies, CDs and stuffed animals. She looked down at her bed at her sheets, for she had kicked off her covers, and stared at the man next to her, a single tear falling down her baby soft cheek. Her gaze went to the single window of her room and she stared at the clear starry night it happened to be... This time her dream almost seemed like reality, a reality that she wanted to wake up from so badly... she didn't want him to leave like that. She closed her eyes, placing her hands together on her chest as she remembered her dream... *~* She was standing in an airport, dressed in her usual blue jeans and black tank top. Her blonde hair was pulled back into a pony tail with a few strands falling around her chin, framing her cute baby face. Her blue eyes sparkled happily as she shifted her black backpack from her left shoulder to her right. He wasn't here yet... how rude of him. He promised that he would be here. She had flown from the other side of the United States, just to see him and he wasn't here. They had agreed that he would come pick her up at her gate, take her to get her bags then go home. But he WASN'T here yet. She shook her head in disappointment. She thought he would want to see her after a year and a half of waiting... She walked down towards baggage claim when she saw someone being searched. This wasn't uncommon now a days in airports, but the man was fighting against them. She paused to watch, just like everyone else. She took in the mans' appearance, he was about 6'4" with short sandy blonde hair. He was wearing black slacks, black combat boots, a black tank top which showed off his muscular chest and a black trench coat that the guards were now trying to get off of him with out getting hit. Then it hit her, she called out to him not caring if she looked like a fool. "Romeo, stop it!" The man stopped and she smiled as she pushed through the crowd towards him. A police officer stepped into her way and she looked at him oddly. He held her by the shoulders as he spoke to her. "Miss, you can't go over there. We are having difficulty with him. He could be highly dangerous to you. Please, step back." She glared at the police officer, "Just what are you going to do to my boyfriend!" "You're boyfriend, miss? Maybe you can calm him down." "What happened? Why is he freaking out in the first place?" "Someone said that he looked like a terrorist so we started to ask him a few questions and he began to fight us... can you tell me why?" "Get outta my way... I can take care of this. Call your men off... now." "I'm sorry, but I can't do that." "You better before he starts to kill them, not just knock them out." "Men, stand down." He called as she darted towards her lover. She placed a hand on one of his arms and he turned around and almost punched her, his fist stopping an inch from her face. She didn't flinch and looked up at him as she whispered to him, "Romeo... stop fighting please. They don't want to hurt you. I won't let them touch you, I swear it. Please, clam down love, I'm here now." Romeo fell to his knees and hugged her tightly and she hugged him back as she whispered things into his ear. He nodded then pulled back and looked at her and smiled. She smiled back and looked at the officer she had been talking to earlier and beckoned him over to them with her hand. The officer walked over and Romeo stood up, towering over the small police officer. "What do you have to tell him, Romeo?" She prompted him. "I'm sorry for doing what I did... I've just had some bad experiences in the past with authority." Romeo said, looking the officer in the face. "I understand son, but I'm still going to half to take you into the back and question you." She felt him tense as the officer said this so she replied, "We understand, but may I come with you? Just to make sure he'll be okay?" "Nothing will happen to him..." Then he caught her hint, "Yes that will be fine." Later, the officer let them go and walk out free of any charges. The officer told Romeo that he was lucky to have a girlfriend like her and he agreed. She blushed a bright pink color and lowered her head. Romeo squeezed her hand gently with his as they walked out. As soon as they got to his car she shoved him hard. He laughed. "What was that for?" "For getting into trouble before I even arrived! You idiot, I don't want to bail you out of jail when we first meet!" He laughed harder as she got even madder. Her rage was surging through her blood and bones and he simply took her into his arms and kissed her gently. Her rage left her quickly and he began to pull away. She hated how he could do that. He smirked at her and opened her door for her. She got into the car and he shut the door gently behind her then went to the drivers' side and got in and started to drive off. She started thinking about their long talks over the phone, how long they've waited to see each other... and now the car was silent. She frowned as she thought about the airport... they had lost her bags, again. He said something, jarring her out of her thoughts. "What did you say?" "I said 'Tri, you're being an air head.' " She hit his arm, "No, really." "I said that I loved you." "I love you too, Romeo..." He swerved suddenly and her world was turned upside down, literally.... She climbed out of the overturned car and went to the drivers side. Romeo has passed out and the car caught flame. She began to try to pull him out of the window, but he was to big. She didn't give up, she wasn't going to let him get away that quickly from her. He didn't let her run away from him... She pulled and tugged on his arms, slowly, but surely, getting him out of the car. She kept dragging him away as the car exploded. The person who had run into them was gone, and she didn't have a license plate number. She kneeled at his head, placing his head on her lap. She checked his pulse, it was steady. She sighed, relieved, as paramedics came rushing on to the scene. She told them she was fine, just a little cut up and a little bruised. She was more worried about his condition than hers. They rushed him into an ambulance and tried to keep her away from him, but she wouldn't have it. She cried, she screamed and punched anyone who tried to come between them. Finally they let her go with him and the drove off to the hospital. But she knew that he would be fine when he reached over, his eyes still closed and squeezed her hand lightly. She opened her eyes to her bedroom once more. A soft sigh came from her lips as she started to shift to her side. A warm arm slithered around her waist and pulled her back. She simply smiled and cuddled against him as he whispered softly to her, "What were you dreaming about my pet?" "Nothing I'd care to remember love..." "Again?" "Mmhmm. But don't worry. You're alive and well, and I wouldn't have it any other way. I love you." "I love you too baby." Dreams Note from Slick: Have you ever had a dream and then it happened in real life? There are a few scenes of incest in the story so be aware. Copies of this story may not be made for distribution, be publishing or copied to another webpage without explicit permission from the author. Dreams Robert Bradley Jr. learned at a very early age that he had a very special power but for a long time he did not realize what he could do with it. At first it was just fun to use and really didn't mean much to anyone. You see, Bobby had the power to enter other people's dreams. The earliest he could remember using this special power was in the sixth grade when the assistant teacher, Ms. Morris, was supposed to pick the top project in the school's science fair. Little Bobby knew his project was good but was not sure if it was good enough to beat Tommy Lewis's erosion project. That night before he went to bed he looked at the photo of Ms. Morris in the school yearbook. Later when he was fast asleep he dreamed that he and Ms. Morris were in the science lab in school when he told her to pick his project because it was the best one there. The Science Fair was to start at 1:00PM the next day and when Bobby left his home room he saw Ms. Morris who smiled at him as he walked by the science room. He knew something was up because she never smiled at him and only talked to him to tell him to do something. During the lunch break she even came up to him while he was eating and told him what a great project he had. It was later at the science fair that he saw the Number One prize ribbon on his project. The title of his project: DREAMS. After school, while he waited on the curb for his mother to pick him up, he turned to see her standing next to him. "OK tell me how you did it," she said smiling. "What?" Bobby asked puzzled. "How you got me to dream about you last night," she answered. "Yoou………You had a……dream….about….me?" "Don't be coy with me," she smiled. "You won first place because somehow you got me to dream about you and I can still recall how you stood in front of your project and told me it was the best one." "I just explained where the neural network is located in your forebrain and how the output of the neural network depends on your daily interactions with the people you know, see on TV and other media, social interactions, misfortunes, negative and positive emotions and themes," he quickly spit out at her. "Well, when you figure it out let me know and be really careful going into other people's dreams because who knows what you might find there?" She smiled and walked to her car. "Holy shit," Bobby said softly. She had the exact same dream that he had. From that point on Bobby researched as much as he could on dreams. It wasn't until the ninth grade when he discovered how powerful his gift really was. Bobby had a serious crush on Sherry Brooks who sat in front of him in his history class. She was drop down gorgeous that had every boy in the ninth and most of the tenth grade drooling after her. The freshman dance was coming up in little over a month and she had already turned down five boys including one of the most popular boys, Jerry McCloud, who was the star on the freshman basketball team. Bobby knew he didn't have a chance because she normally didn't even acknowledge his existence. One of the other girls, who were also considered a school geek like himself, had hinted for him to ask her but he was holding out for Sherry. That night before he closed his eyes he stared at her photo in the school yearbook. "Would you like to go to the school dance with me?" Bobby asked her in his dream. They were sitting in their history class and she had turned around to see why he was kicking her chair. "Dance? You want me to go to the dance with you? Why should I?" she laughed. "Because you know you will have the best time of your life," he replied. She laughed again and turned around. The next day as Sherry walked into the history class she stood by her chair and looked down at him as he wrote her name on top of his notebook. "Your name is Bobby right?" He looked up at her and smiled. "Yes." He thought she would say something about the dream but instead just sat down in her chair. About halfway through the class Bobby gently tapped his feet on the back of her chair. She turned and smiled at him. "Would you like to go to the school dance with me?" he asked. "Yes I would love to. What took you so long to ask?" she said smiling. A week later Jerry McCloud cornered him in the boy's locker room. "OK nerd, what's your secret?" He asked as he pushed Bobby hard against the wall. Bobby tried to show no fear when he answered, "communication, it goes both ways." "What the fuck are you talking about?" Jerry asked. Suddenly one of the coaches walked in and Jerry let Bobby go. "That's what I'm talking about," he said as he walked away grinning. The night before the big dance Bobby again looked at Sherry's photo and that night had a dream that they would dance close and he would kiss her. Not only did it happen that way the next evening it happened three more times that night before the dance was over. Suddenly Bobby was the new stud of the ninth grade. ***** Even with the power Bobby decided to play it cool while he studied more and more about dreams. He read that a head injury could cause some to have more vivid dreams than others and had remembered that his mother had told him about him being in a car accident as a baby and had received a serious bump on his head. He read also about some of those people that had telepathic powers and wondered if he had a combination that could project his dreams into other people. His first real test of an erotic nature was performed in his own house on his sister who had returned home for Christmas break after her first semester of college. He had just turned eighteen and was still a virgin when he stared at Clare's photo before going to bed. "Bobby what are you doing here?" Clare asked as he stood in the bathroom they shared. In the dream she was holding a large white towel up in front of her wet body. "I need to take a shower too," he grinned as he removed his pajamas and stood naked in front of her. His penis was on display and was a hard eight-inch missile pointing up at her. "I didn't know you were so big," she giggled as he moved by her and into the shower. "Why don't you join me?" he asked as he peeked behind the towel at her young firm breasts and hard cherry nipples. "I just took a shower," she giggled. "But what the heck?" she said as she dropped the towel on the floor and walked in naked behind him. It was the best wet dream of his life as she soaped his back and ass and then turned him around to do the front. Her fingers dropped quickly to his hard rod and stroked him. She didn't complain when his hands moved to her soft small tits. Even in his dream he could only last for a few seconds as she jerked him off. She laughed and washed off her hand and wrist. The next morning Bobby woke up in a sweat and realized his prick was rock hard. He lay in bed afraid to go into the bathroom because if it didn't work he would be in serious trouble. He could hear the shower running and waited. When he heard her turn off the shower he got out of bed and put his ear to the door. He was too afraid to open it. As he turned to walk back to his bed he heard the door open. "Were you going to take a shower this morning?" he heard her ask. Bobby turned with a shit-eating grin. "Yes, I was waiting for you to come out." He walked to the partially closed door and opened it to see her standing naked with the large towel in front of her exactly what he and evidently she had dreamed about. He didn't blink as he quickly stripped off his pajamas and stood there naked with his hard-on. "I didn't know you were so big," she said on cue as he walked by her and looked at her real naked body. He didn't say a word as he moved into the shower and waited. "I can't believe I'm doing this," she whispered as she moved in behind him and grabbed the bar of soap from his hand. "Let's start with the front first," he said smiling. Her fingers wrapped around his shaft and he closed his eyes. As her fingers stroked him he cupped her young mounds and played with her nipples. "Oh God Bobby," she moaned. "Please touch my pussy." Her fingers pushed his hand down between her legs and into her dampness. He discovered she was not a virgin. Bobby lasted longer than his dream and so did she as he explored her womanly secrets. After they had climaxed and dried off she kissed him lightly on his lips. "Will I see you here tomorrow?" "Sure," he answered as she wrapped the towel around her cute little ass and walked out. "But I think I'll see you before in our dreams tonight." That night Bobby and Claire dreamed about her giving him a blow job in the shower. This time it was her first but not her last because she still had five more days at home before she had to go back to college. He did not allow himself to fuck her in his dream. He already had someone picked out to take his virginity. Tommy waited for Mrs. Donovan to come out to the parking lot. He had not seen her for almost three years since she had married. Before that her name was Morris and was his science teacher who asked him to let her know when he figured out how he got into other peoples dreams. "Mrs. Donovan," he said as he walked up to her standing by her car. "Yes, can I help…….is that you Bobby?" she asked with a big smile. "Yes Ma'am," he answered. "God, you've grown so much," she said looking up at him now. "You should be graduating now right? "Yes, Ma'am," he smiled. "You know I can still remember that science fair and me dreaming about you. That was so weird. Did you ever figure it out?" "Well yes, I think so. I'm still working on it." "Good never give up your dreams," she giggled. "I better go because my husband and I are going to a movie tonight. Stop by and see me again." "I'll see you tonight," he thought as he watched her drive off. He blew the dust off the old year book and quickly opened it to Ms. Morris's photo. He smiled as he fell into a deep sleep. ***** "Why Bobby it's nice to see you here again," she said as she walked up to her mini-van. "Did you need a ride home?" "Yes, ma'am," he answered. "Actually I was hoping to go down to the beach with you." "Now you know I'm a married woman," she giggled. "I could get into trouble being seen with you." "I know a real secluded spot where no one will see us," he smiled. "My husband will be home at 6:30PM so we only have a couple of hours." "A couple of hours will be great," he said as he tossed his book bag into the rear seat and climbed next to her in the front. He peeked down at her short skirt. "I didn't bring a bathing suit," she giggled as they walked down a secluded path to the beach. "Me neither," he said. Suddenly the alarm went off and Bobby awoke. He tried to remember what had happened but couldn't. He tried to go back to sleep but couldn't do that either. He scrambled out of bed and made it to school just in time. The day went slow as he kept looking at the clock. He knew Mrs. Donovan got out at 3:45PM and he only had fifteen minutes to run from one side of the school to the parking lot. As luck would have it his teacher made him stay an extra five minutes as he gave out the test scores. By the time he made it to the parking lot he was breathing heavy and could not find her mini-van. "I was wondering if you were coming," he heard her say behind him. He turned and saw her smiling. "Do you need a ride home?" "Yes, ma'am," he answered. "Actually I was hoping to go down to the beach with you." "Now you know I'm a married woman," she giggled. "I could get into trouble being seen with you." "I know a real secluded spot where no one will see us," he smiled. "My husband will be home at 6:30PM so we only have a couple of hours." "A couple of hours will be great," he said as he tossed his book bag into the rear seat of the Volvo sedan and climbed next to her in the front. He peeked down at her short skirt. "I didn't bring a bathing suit," she giggled as they walked down a secluded path to the beach. "Me neither," he said. They walked out of the dunes and saw the beautiful private beach. He stopped and looked at her. She now looked puzzled. "What am I doing here? What was I thinking?" She looked at Bobby. "We need to go." "Why don't we just sit here for a while? You have some time don't you?" "Yes, but, I shouldn't be seen with a student." She stopped and looked at his handsome golden locks and forming body. She remembered the science fair. "You got into my dreams again didn't you? I can remember you and me coming to the beach." "Sit with me for a while," he said as he moved over to a large log back between two dunes. "How do you do it?" she asked. Now in the interest of science she wanted to know. "I don't know exactly," he replied as she sat beside him. Her perfume was overpowering his senses and he could feel his penis getting hard in his shorts. "I can look at someone's photo before I go to bed and imagine what I want to do with them. Then both of us dream the same thing and we both want to do what happened in our dream." "What did you want to do today with me?" she asked as she peeked down at his large bulge. "I……..a…….." he stuttered. "You wanted to make love with me didn't you?" Bobby blushed. It was easier when they were under the spell of the dream. Now it was real and he did not know how to handle himself. "I'm sorry. I shouldn't have…." "Shhh," she whispered as she placed her finger on his lips. "Teachers have erotic dreams too. What would you say if I told you that I have dreamed about making love with you?" "But you are married and older," he said, surprised. "Are you sure it's private here?" she said looking around. He nodded his head yes. "Don't say another word." Bobby didn't as he watched her unbutton her blouse and pull it off her shoulders. He became light headed when she released the snap on the side of her skirt and pushed down the small zipper. She stepped out of it and neatly folded it to set it on top of her blouse. She smiled as she released the front clasp of her bra and pulled it open. Her full creamy 36C breasts exploded out into his face. "Mrs. Morris," he whispered as her finger moved into her white lace bikini panties to push them down and off. "Shhh," she giggled while her panties moved down over her brown bush and perfectly shaped thighs. She placed them on the other clothing and stood with her hands on her hips. "Well am I as nice as you pictured me in your dreams?" "GOD YES!" he said loudly. "You are so beautiful." "Well are you going to get undressed too?" she laughed. Bobby fumbled with his shirt and short and froze before pushing down his boxers. "Let me help," she giggled as she moved down on her knee in the sand. Her finger pulled the elastic over his large tent and down to his knees. She let go of his underwear when she saw how big he was. "You're bigger than my husband," she spit out. She pulled the boxers off and pulled him down into the sand with her. "Before we do this you have to promise me that you will not dream about me again. We can only do this once." Bobby moved his trembling fingers up to cup her soft breast. "I promise." "Good, come here and let me make you a man." His body moved down onto hers. She allowed him to explore her body and to kiss and suck wherever he wanted. Her dream to make love to one of the handsome students was coming true. She knew it would be the one and only time so she wanted to experience it to the fullest. Her mouth captured his penis at the same time he climaxed. She laughed and spit out his juices. "Now you can fuck me," she whispered. Being 18 he really didn't get soft as her legs wrapped around his waist. "OH GOD BOBBY!" she cried out when his big shaft penetrated her womanhood. Bobby lasted a lot longer this time as he took his time feeling the moist heat of her hole. Her mouth moved to his and for the first time he felt like a man. Luckily the beach was empty when she screamed for the first time and then the second. Afterwards they lay together kissing and snuggling. "You know maybe I should consider this not being the only time," she whispered when she felt his penis get hard again. She looked at her wrist watch and saw she had about twenty minutes. "Teacher knows best you know," she giggled as she mounted him again. "My mother has always told me to listen to my teachers," he laughed as her body pounded up and down on his. ***** It was May when Bobby and his parents sat at the high school graduation ceremony. He smiled over at Mrs. Donovan and she winked back at him. They had made love twice more since the day at the beach and she had taught him as much as she could about the various positions and how to pleasure a woman. He had cooled it with his sister because he didn't want his parent's all pissed at him and he did need their support to finish college. He had not attempted anymore dream seductions because of the potential problems associated with them. It was the first week in August when he moved into the coed dorm at Grissom State College. "Hi, I'm James," his new roommate said holding out his hand. "Bob," he said hoping to loose the Bobby which made him sound so immature. His parents left and the two of them moved to the food court to eat. "You have a girlfriend back home?" James asked as he chewed on a burger. "Not really," he said thinking about Mrs. Donovan. "My girlfriend is also a freshman here," he said. "She's been bugging me to get engaged but I'm into waiting." "You've got at least four more years of college," Bob said. "Exactly," James said smiling. They both could see they were going to be great roomies. "There she is now," he said looking over Bob's shoulder. Bob turned and saw the most gorgeous female he had ever seen. She had long flowing blonde hair and deep blue eyes. Her lips were rosy and her body was perfectly formed. "Candy, this is my room mate Bob," James said smiling. Bob stood and took her soft long fingers in his. "My pleasure," he said smiling. Candy blushed when she saw his eyes roaming her body. "A real gentleman." She turned and pulled a short but pudgy girl in front of her. "This is Gena my room mate." The four of them completed their introductions and the two girls sat down after they got their food. Bob could see Gena looking at him but he couldn't take his eyes off of Candy. He also knew it would be natural for James and Candy to try to match him and Gena up. "I've got to get back and unpack," he said as he stood and walked out. He turned and saw Gena and Candy watching him. The first three weeks were so busy none of them had much time for any social activities. James did ask Bob to disappear on a Friday night so he could spend some time alone with Candy in the dorm room. He didn't mind because he went to the cheap movie on campus and got away for a while. When he returned he tapped on the door and heard Candy's voice to come in. He walked in nervously and saw her in James's bed with the sheet tucked up high under her chin. The thin material did a lousy job hiding her naked body. "James is taking a shower," she smiled. "I can come back later," he said as he turned to leave. "No, please stay," she said. "Since you are his room mate we might as well get used to this kind of thing. Bobby knew there was no way he could ever get used to being alone with her in a room while she was naked under a thin sheet. Dreams "So how was the movie?" she asked as she relaxed her hands on the sheet. It fell down her chest until he could see the start of her cleavage. He could also see the light shadows of her pointed nipples through the thin white material. "Not bad," he replied with a cough. "I really should go until you get dressed." He didn't want James to be upset finding him in the bedroom like this. "Does nudity bother you?" she giggled. He was shocked at her question but didn't want to sound like a wimp. "Not really." "Good because I'll get dressed before he gets back if it's ok with you." There was no way he was going to turn down a chance seeing her naked. "Yeah, I guess so." He moved over to his bed and pretended to move some papers around on his book shelf. Out of the corner of his eyes he saw some movement and peeked to see the sheet move away and her pink form stand up behind him. "You might as well look," she giggled. She could see him peeking. Bobby turned and froze. Her long pink nipples stuck straight upward on top of her perfectly round breasts. His eyes roamed over her taunt abs to the narrow strip of golden fleece above her shaven pussy lips. "And the back," she giggled again as she turned to show him her wonderful ass. "OH MY GOD!" he said when he saw the most desirable ass in the whole world. She heard his expression and turned back around. "I take it you like what you see?" "James is a lucky man," Bob smiled. "You better get dressed." "Are you sure?" she teased. "No, but he made not approve of me drooling over his girlfriend." Candy giggled and took her time getting dressed while he watched. As she sat on the bed across from him pulling up her dainty panties her legs opened just enough for him to see her small fleshy clitoris between her damp lips. "You owe me you know," she said as she buttoned her blouse. "What do you mean?" "You saw me naked and one of these days you have to return the favor." Before he could answer James came into the room wearing only a towel around his waist. "You're back already?" He looked at Candy wondering if she got dressed before or after he got back. "Since you both have seen me naked I guess this doesn't matter," he said as he pulled his towel away proudly showing his six inch semi-soft penis. They all talked while he finished drying off and getting dressed. "Do you want to get a pizza with us?" Candy asked Bob as they put on their jackets to go out. "Sure," Bob replied. He grabbed a sweatshirt and walked out after them. On the ride to the pizza place Candy called Gena and asked her to meet them. Bob knew it was time to see if he had any desire to be with the girl. He had not seen her for a few weeks and was surprised when she walked in. Her short brown hair was cut into a stylist form and her baggy sweatshirt was replaced with a pink silk blouse. It was sheer enough for him to see the lacy design on her white bra and the nice round shape of her breasts. The tight skirt she was wearing stopped low enough for anyone to see if she was wearing panties. "Wow," James said when she walked in. "This can't be the same Gena." Gina blushed and quickly sat down in the booth next to Bob. "Candy has been helping me." "Nonsense," Candy said. "You have always been beautiful. I just helped you bring it out." Bob felt Gina's thigh brush against his a few times during their meal but did not pull away. The new Gina did increase his desire to get to know her better. After two pitchers of beer all four of them had a buzz. "Why don't we go to our dorm?" Candy asked when they left the restaurant. "None of us need to be driving right now." They all agreed and walked the six blocks to the girl's dorm room. Candy and Gina made the guys stay outside for about five minute to give them a chance to clean up. When they entered they saw Gina and Candy sitting on their small single beds. "So which one do you want?" James asked Bob. Bob turned and looked at him. "I was joking," James laughed as he moved to Candy's bed. Bob walked slowly to sit beside of Gina. "I think I had too much beer," Gina giggled as she fell back onto the bed. Her short skirt moved her thick thighs until the small crotch of her white panties could be seen. James smiled at Bob and gave him a thumbs-up. It was then that Bob got the idea. "Hey do you girls have a digital camera?" "I do," Candy said as she jumped off the bed and grabbed it from her book shelf. She aimed it at Gina's lifeless body and snapped a photo. Bob laughed. "How about we get a group shot? Do you know how to use the automatic timer?" "Yes," Candy answered. She sat the camera on the small table and aimed it at Bob. "When I push this button we have 15 seconds to get into position. Bob pulled Gina up and James sat next to him. Candy pushed the button and ran to sit on James's lap. A few seconds later the flash went off. Candy checked the camera and smiled. "Perfect." She brought the camera to Bob who smiled. "Perfect," he repeated. Again Gina felt back on the bed and quickly dosed off. Candy and James were already tired from their lovemaking before and also fell asleep. Bob waited for all of them to be out when he grabbed the camera to look one more time before he dozed off. Gina was in a deep sleep when she found herself dancing in her dream with Candy. They were laughing and grabbing at each other's clothing. On the bed were Bob and James clapping and yelling for them to take off their clothing. It was such a nasty dream because she was a virgin and had never done anything like it before. James and Bob were dreaming as well as the girls teased and danced for them. Pretty soon they were down to their undergarments as they wiggled and shook their breasts and tushes. As Candy pulled Gina' bra away Bob told her to kiss and touch the shorter girl's breasts. Candy smiled and did as he said. For the rest of the dream they did as Bob asked. It was two o'clock in the morning when Bob opened his eyes. His body was pressed up against the back of Gina's who was softly snoring next to him. He peeked over to see James and Candy's bodies wrapped together on the other bed. He slowly shook Gina until her large brown eyes opened. She looked at him and smiled. "It wasn't a dream after all." Bob smiled and moved over to wake up the other two. They both stretched and sat up on the bed. Candy was the first to move as she walked over to the CD player and put on a hot dance song. "You want to join me?" she grinned at Gina. Gina blushed but something gave her enough courage to move up next to her roommate. "I guess so." Candy started dancing faster and faster and kept prompting Gina to join her. After a few minutes the two girls were bumping and grinding their bodies together. "Take off something!" James yelled on cue. He clapped his hands and watched as Candy stripped off her blouse before helping Gina with hers. Both were under the spell of the dream as they removed their skirts. As they danced in their bras and panties Candy moved closer to Bob's bed and leaned over to shake her full breasts at him. He laughed and rubbed his fingers across the tips. James did the same to Gina. They were standing near the beds when Candy unsnapped Gina's bra in the back and pulled it down her arms. James was only a foot away when her virgin breasts and huge pink nipples appeared. "Touch and kiss them," Bob whispered in Candy's ear. Now was the test he wanted. Could he dream of more than one person and get them to do what they did in the dream. His question was answered when Candy turned Gina around and cupped her fat orbs. Gina's eyes rolled back in her head as Candy caressed and kissed her sensitive breasts. Bob grinned as he reached to remove Candy's bra and panties while James took off Gina's. Neither Bob nor Candy complained when Bob pulled Candy into the bed with him. Gina quickly moved to the other bed with James. As Candy removed his clothes Bob watched Gina do the same to James. He and Candy watched as James took Gina's cherry. "It's our turn," he whispered to Candy as he pulled her body down on his. Her smooth thighs opened to allow his thick prick to enter her. He fucked the perfect female as his roommate and her lover watched on. The four bodies slapped together until they all climaxed at the same time. The dream made them do it. Only one more part of the dream remained and it involved the two girls. Bob had never seen two women make love and thought he would throw it in for good measures. He moved off the bed and sat in the chair as Gina moved away from James to join her room mate. "Hi," Candy giggled when Gina's stout body moved against hers. Their mouth opened and their tongues explored. Like a signal went off the two female turned their bodies until their mouths could lick and suck each others dripping pussies. Bob grabbed the digital camera and took almost twenty photos of every angle while their mouths engulfed each other. He even got the final photo when they both climaxed. "I think we need to be going," he said to James. They looked at the mound of female flesh twisted together on the bed and smiled. College was going to be so much fun. ***** It was a few weeks later that Bob realized most of the dreams had a lasting effect. Both Candy and Gina were now willing to fuck and suck either of them at any time and James had no problem Bob doing whatever he wanted to Candy. It was during the Christmas break that he had real proof that the dreams were lasting. Claire was also home from school and wasted no time to join her brother in the shower. "Shhh," he whispered as she sucked his hard-on deeply down her throat. So far he had only dreamed of having oral sex with her. He wondered what would happen if he tried to fuck her. He pulled her body up to his and kissed her hard and deep. "I still dream of you," she moaned as he pumped his middle finger up and down her slit. "I couldn't wait to get home so we could do this." Claire was surprised when he pulled his fingers away from her and pulled her naked body from the shower. He didn't slow down to dry off as he guided her into his bedroom. "What are you doing?" she asked nervously. "Come down here with me," he whispered as he pulled on her arm. "No we can't," she said as she let go of him. "We're brother and sister." Bob watched as she ran back into the bathroom and closed the door. He realized it had to be in the dream to make her do it unless she already wanted to like Mrs. Donovan. His brother Tom and his sister Kate were also staying at their house for the holiday. They had two kids and were about fifteen years older than he was. He had always liked his sister-in-law and now wondered how she would be in bed. It would be a good test because she was about as religious a woman as you could find. That night Bob decided to go slow after all his sister-in-law would be at his home for four days. That night he looked at her photo and thought about taking it nice and slow with her. Kate woke up somewhat shaken because she had dreamed about her young brother Bobby. It was not really a bad dream but it did involve some teasing and touching. She fought the desire to masturbate and quickly took a shower. After putting on her light summer dress she headed down to the kitchen wondering if Bobby would be there waiting for her like he did in the dream she had. "Good morning," Bob said with a big smile. So far so good. "Er…hi Bobby," she said slightly blushing. "I thought I said to call me Bob?" "You did but you will always be little Bobby to me," she smiled. Bobby watched as she poured a cup of coffee and moved to the small window over the sink to look out. "It looks like its going to rain," she said as she sipped her coffee. He chuckled because the sun was shining brightly and there were no clouds in the sky. She repeated the words she had said in the dream. "Really?" he asked as he stood and moved up close behind her. She didn't flinch as his arm brushed lightly across her buttocks. After rubbing his forearm back and forth across her soft cheeks he moved back to the table. "Where is everyone at?" she asked as she turned with her coffee cup. "Last day Christmas shopping," he smiled. She had let him rub her soft butt and had not even acknowledged it. "Do you remember how you used to tickle me?" She giggled. "You used to hate it." "Its payback time," he laughed as he held out his hands in front of him and walked like the Frankenstein Monster towards her. "Oh no please!" she cried as she placed the coffee on the table and ran into the living room. She moved to the sofa and tried to curl up her body. Just like the dream he thought. He moved slowly up to her trembling form and moved his fingers under her one exposed arm. She jerked back and laughed. "Don't." She said don't but they both knew she wanted him to continue. "Are you ticklish under here?" he laughed as he moved his fingers under her arm until they brushed against the side of her full round breast. "No," she replied and again did not try to stop him from continuing. She actually raised her arm slightly to give him more access to her boob. His fingers traced under her bra to the center of her chest and then up and over the top. As he tickled downward he flicked across her hard nipple which was pushing out the bra. "Nope, not there," she giggled. Her arm was now raised high enough for him to have complete access to her chest. "How about over here?" he asked while he moved his moving fingers to her other breast. He quickly found her hard nip and toyed with it. He wished now he had dreamed she was not wearing a bra but it was too late. He played with her hard digit for a minute and moved his fingers down her stomach and over her navel. He pushed his finger in and out like he was finger-fucking it. She giggled and moved back to allow him access to her lower stomach. Bob took his time as he felt the waistband of her panties under the thin dress. She had given up the pretense of him tickling her now and had closed her eyes as his fingers roamed down over her sensitive stomach. When he reached the top of her full bush he stopped and waited to see if she would stop him. She didn't so he pushed down into the soft mound until he reached the top of her covered slit. "I'm not ticklish there," she moaned wanting him to continue his southern journey. Her hips rose and her thighs parted. "Are you sure?" he asked on cue. The dampness of her passion was now seeping through the panties and the dress onto his middle finger as it moved up and down her long slit. He knew he could push his finger into her damp hole but didn't want to get her dress wet. Only one more part of the dream remained and it was her turn. He wondered if she would do it. "I get to tickle you too," she laughed as she jammed her hand down onto his crotch until she felt his hard bulge. Her fingers tickled up and down his length until they curled around his shaft and squeezed it. He found her hard clit and rubbed it as she continued stroking him. The dream came to an end as Bob pushed back from the sofa and moved away. "Enough tickling for one day," he laughed. He peeked down at her frustrated face knowing she was almost ready to climax. It would set up tonight's dream. Bob thought it was over but a few more times that day Kate touched and rubbed against him. As they all ate dinner he felt her foot moving up his leg. When he looked at her she giggled and dropped it. It was later while they watched TV that he moved into the kitchen to find Kate standing in only her long nightgown. He had thought she had gone to bed. "Do I get one more tickle before I go to bed?" she whispered. Bob glanced back into the family room to make sure no one was coming as he pulled her behind the doorway. He started his finger at her neck and moved down the silky covering until he cupped both of her breasts. His thumbs toyed with her hard nipples. "Quickly," she whispered as she grabbed his hand and pushed it down between her thighs. The nightgown might as well have not been there because he could feel everything. She didn't object when his fingers pushed her gown deeply inside of her. They heard someone coming and Bob quickly moved away. ***** He wanted to go all the way the next day but held back as he thought about her while again looking at her photo. He closed his eyes and moved their relationship to the next stage. Again Kate woke in a hot sweat however, it was now 4:00AM. Her dream about Bobby had taken her over the edge. Her husband Tom was fast asleep when her fingers eased down into his pajamas. Never had she ever started the act of sex but at that time she had to have it. "What?" Tom said as he quickly awoke to find her fingers touching his semi-hard penis. It quickly sprang to its fullest. "Are you alright?' "Yes," she whispered. "Please make love to me." Tom didn't know what was going on but he didn't want to waste the mood she was in. He was surprised to find her panties missing and her pussy dripping when he moved between her trembling thighs. As his hardness pushed in she cried out loud, "OHHH!" "Shhh," he whispered. She had never made love with him in another house were other people could hear them. He froze to make sure she stopped moaning. "DON'T STOP!" she begged. She bit his earlobe and whispered, "Fuck me." Tom had never heard her say the "F" word and definitely had never seen her so hot. He forgot about making noise as he pumped in and out of her quivering quim-bush. The wall that the bed was banging on connected to Bob's bedroom. He opened his eyes and grinned as he heard her cries of pleasure. "Don't get too satisfied," he thought. "Today we will do more than tickle each other." ***** Tom was still asleep when Kate crawled out of bed and into the shower. Her body was still alive and throbbing from her early morning wild sex. She smiled as she tossed on her robe over her bare skin. If things worked out Bobby would be up and waiting for her in the basement. Bobby sat on the sofa in the dim basement light waiting for her. It was 7:00AM and most of his family would not be awake for another hour. At first he thought she was not coming until he heard the basement door open and her voice, "Bobby are you down there?" "Yes," he answered as he watched her bare feet and calves walk down the squeaking steps. She peeked under the basement ceiling and smiled when she saw him sitting in only his pajama bottoms on the sofa. She moved slowly towards him and stood in front of the sofa. "Do you want to tickle me some more?" she asked. "Yes," he answered as he leaned forward to place his hand between her knees. She closed her eyes and felt his caressing fingers slowly move up under the robe between her smooth thighs. Her legs slowly parted until he touched the dampness of her bare pussy lips. "You want me to tickle you there?" He was amazed of the huge growth of pubic hair protecting her love nest. "Yes," she giggled as she moved beside him on the sofa and leaned back. Kate did not stop him as he slowly unbuttoned his naked prize. He saw the soft creamy white thighs and the dark brown bush, her soft stomach and finally her naked mounds of delight. He knew he did not have that much time to explore so he concentrated on her soft breasts and hairy hole. One of her legs was wrapped up over the sofa while the other dangled on the floor. Her puffy pussy lips lay completely open to his gaze. "Are you going to tickle me with your mouth?" she asked impatiently. In the dream he made her come by licking and sucking her pussy. Bob laughed and kissed the center of her right thigh. "Just like the dream," he thought as he left a damp trail up her leg to her forest of love. Her eyes were opened wide as she watched his tongue part her thick hairs to find her pink gash and then her long hard clitoris. Dreams Kate had never had oral sex before because she though it was wrong. Her parent had brought her up in a strict religious home where the only act of approved sex was the missionary position. The dream had lowered her resistance and had her begging for his lips and tongue. "OH GOD BOBBY!" she cried. Her hands held his head and mouth tightly against her mound. The pleasure soon reached her max as she climaxed. "BOBBY!" Bob wiped his mouth and moved his lip up to capture one of her long hard nipples. As his mouth move up so did his body until his hard-on rubbed against her moist pussy. She opened her eyes and looked into his. Fucking was not in the dream. "No we can't," she whispered. She wasn't supposed to fuck him. She was supposed to suck him. She moved her body under his until her mouth was poised at the crown of his shaft. She didn't blink an eye as she opened her mouth and licked around the spongy tip. The dream somehow made it right for her to do this vile act. She learned as she went and sucked as much of his rod down her throat as it would allow. Her fingers cradled his balls as she moved her head forward and back. "OH SHIT," Bob moaned "I'm going to cum," he warned. Kate prepared herself the best she could when his hot juices blew into her mouth and throat. In the dream she swallowed him so she did it now. She kept sucking until he was completely empty. For almost three minutes they cuddled up on the sofa kissing and touching. "I've never known sex could be like this," she whispered. "But we have to be careful." "I know," Bob agreed. He didn't want his older brother smacking him around like he used to do. By the time 8:00AM rolled around Bob and Kate had dressed and were eating breakfast. Tom staggered in and smiled at his wife. She smiled back and whispered in his ear, "Maybe we can have a nooner?" He almost dropped his cup of coffee. He didn't know why she had suddenly turned into a nymphet but he was not going to complain. It was Christmas Eve and other members of the family stopped by. Cousins and Uncles, Aunts ands all made their appearance. Bob tried to get Kate alone but the house was too crowded. He noticed her and Tom slip away around noon to their bedroom and smiled. At least he was helping his brother. Later on it was only Claire, Kate and him still awake as midnight approached. Both females had given him blow jobs and both of them wanted to give him one at that moment but not in front of the other one. "Look its midnight," he said smiling. "I get a Christmas kiss from both of you." Kate looked at him suspiciously but Claire quickly turned her mouth to his and didn't hold back as their mouths opened and their tongues intermingled. "Hey, save some for me," Kate said jealously. She grabbed Bobby' shoulders and twisted his upper body until her mouth planted itself on his. She too showed an open mouth and tongue. As he kissed Kate he felt Claire's body push against his until her mouth found his earlobe. She sucked it in. As Kate's lips did the same Bob leaned back on the sofa. Their lips moved from his earlobes to his neck and down to the top of his chest. He pulled off his shirt and they immediately attacked his chest and even sucked in his tiny hard nipples. As their lips moved lower he knew where they were heading. He discovered that even though he had oral sex with them singularly in his dreams now they had no problem giving him a dual blowjob. Claire's fingers pulled open his pants while Kate's pulled down the zipper. It was a race to find and pull out his hard on but they managed to do it and Claire's mouth beat Kate's down his pole. Claire, having more practice, soon had Bob panting. Kate pulled her away and quickly took her place. It went back and forth until both of their lips and tongues ended up on him. He thought he had it made until he heard a noise. He opened his eyes and panicked when he saw his mother standing in the doorway with her hand over her mouth. "Stop," he said to the two women as he pushed them away and zipped up his pants. Kate and Claire didn't know what was up until they heard her speak, "Oh my God. What is going on?" "Mom, I can explain," he said not having any idea what he was going to say. "You don't have to explain. I saw what was going on. I'll talk to you tomorrow morning young man," she huffed, puffed and walked quickly up the stairs. "I think we all need to go to bed," Bob said to the shocked females. They all thought their secret was over. It was an hour later as Bob lay in bed that an idea came to him. He smiled and picked up the family photo album on his nightstand. ***** Kate was up first and was sitting at the table when Claire walked in. "Do you think she will say something?" "Probably," Kate replied. She had not gotten much sleep as she lay worrying about what Tom will do when he found out. Bob staggered in and smiled at the women. "How can you smile at a time like this?" Claire asked, pissed. "You'll see," he grinned as he took a big drink of milk out of the milk carton. It was still early and he hoped Tom and his father slept a little later. "Good morning," Bob's mom Betty said as she cheerfully danced into the kitchen. "I hope everyone had a good night's sleep." Claire and Kate looked at her like she was nuts. "Are you OK Mrs. Bradley?" Kate asked. "Sure, why shouldn't I be?" she giggled. She moved over to Bobby and whispered something in his ear. "Sure," he said with a grin. He took her hand and walked together into the living room. "What was that all about?" Claire asked. "You got me," Kate added. "Let's go find out." They stood and walked into the living room. Bob heard their footstep as they approached the sofa. He turned and smiled. "Don't worry about Mom; she won't be saying anything about last night." The two women walked up to the sofa and looked over it to see Betty' head bobbing up and down on Bobby's hard shaft. "Ain't that right Mom?" Betty popped her mouth off and smiled. "Of course, I completely understand what you were doing." Her mouth opened again and moved all the way down to the base and slowly back up. "You two should watch her," Tom grinned. "She's pretty good at this." Five minutes later the three of them were sitting at the table like nothing happened. Bob had wasted his Christmas Eve dream on his mother and now didn't have another chance at Kate because she and Tom were leaving that afternoon. He rode in the back seat with her as they drove to the airport. Her fingers quickly moved to his lap and found his hard bulge. "I may be coming back in a month for a business meeting," she whispered as she stroked his confined shaft. "I'll let you know where I'm staying." ***** For the next three years Bob used his dreaming powers as best as he could. He also figured out he could use them on men as well which got him through the tough math classes at the college and even a great job in the deans office. Of course it did not mean he had to have sex with the men. ***** After college Bob persuaded the Human Resources Manager at a top firm to allow him to skip a few job grades and start him as a Manager of a laboratory that studied Dreams. The funding was provided by the federal government and he soon found out he had complete control of the project. With a staff of twelve he completed a world search of individuals like himself who could control what they dreamed off. So far he was the only person who could persuade an individual in his dreams to act out the dream. He made sure the rest of his staff did not know about his powers. Bob and the associate director of his lab, Carol Jenkins, were going over the budget for next year when she asked him why he had never married. "I don't know. I guess I'm looking for that someone special," he replied. Carol had been his first hire and one who was as enthused as he was about dreams. He had not included her into his sexy wet dreams because of his professional relationship with her. "And why haven't you married?" he asked with a smiled. She had a knockout smile and body. "Same, I guess," she answered. "I'm looking for someone special too." They both got quiet as they looked at the numbers. "We are not making the big discovery about dreams that I've been looking for," he said. "I think there are people out there with special dreaming powers." So far he was the only one and had been thinking lately he was a one and only freak. "What……..do you mean……..special dreaming power?" she stretched out her words. "You know. Kind of like those Nightmare on Elm Street movies where Freddy gets into your dreams." "And kills you?" He laughed. "Not that bad. But maybe get you to do something you wouldn't normally do." "I've got to leave," she said nervously. "Sorry, I didn't mean to scare you," he said as he watched her walk from his huge office. Bob closed up the lab at 8:00PM and stopped by his favorite pub for a quick brew. He was too tired to dream about any women so when he arrived at home he went straight to bed. It was during the night that he dreamed of making love with a woman. Not just any woman……..she was his Associate Director Carol Jenkins. It was the first time in months that he woke up with a hard-on. It troubled him to think that he had dreamed about a woman who he had made an effort not to dream about. Surely he did not look at her photo before closing his eyes. Bob was nervous as he walked into the large dream testing area of the laboratory. He knew Carol was setting up a new study room and hoped he had not somehow influenced her by dreaming about her. "Good morning," she said smiling when he walked into the sleep room. The room had a full size bed and pleasant paintings on the wall. "Good morning Carol," he said nervously. He saw she was wearing the same short dress she had on in the dream last night. She was also wearing a black garter belt and stockings in the dream but he could not tell if she was really wearing them. "I gave my assistant off today so it's just you and me in this wing today," she said smiling. She moved over to the bed and sat down. "Come here and sit with me." Bob gulped when her dress moved up her thighs. There they were! Black garter belt straps snapped onto her hose. "Carol I think we ….you and I………." "Shhh," she whispered. Her body moved until she was lying down on her back. The dress was almost up to her panties. He remembered they were as black as the garter belt. "I dreamed about you last night," he confessed as he stared down at her gorgeous body. "I made you do what you are doing right now." She laughed and grabbed his hand. Just like in the dream she pulled down his fly and fished out his hard-on. Her tongue licked the pre-come drops off the tip and circled the large spongy head. "Ummm." "Carol we can't do this. It was my dream that…" she popped her lips from his shaft. "Take off your clothes," she giggled. Bob realized she had control over him. He had to do whatever she said. "It was you." "Yes," she giggled again. "I was the one who dreamed about you last night." Her fingers quickly removed her dress and black matching bra. She pushed her panties down over the garter straps and sat back waiting for him to remove his boxers. "I've read some of your notebooks," she began. "I thought it was just me but I found out you also have the power. I waited as long as I could for you to dream about making love with me but you never did. I had to do it myself." "Carol I've wanted to so much but was afraid," he whispered as his mouth moved down over hers. His fingers explored her chestly treasures and hard pink nips. As he slid his finger into the neatly trimmed pubic mound she whispered, "I'm a virgin." Bob stopped and looked at her. She was at least 28 years old. Surely she could have had any man she wanted with her dream power. "But why?" "Oh I've done a lot of petting and experimenting but I saved myself for the man I loved. I've loved you from the first time I met you." She moved her expert mouth to his hard-on and licked and sucked while she hummed. She felt him shutter and cupped his balls. "OH SHIT!" he moaned. He had many blowjobs before but never one where the woman's mouth and tongue vibrated from her humming. "I'd better stop," she giggled. "It's time for you to make me a woman." "You sure?" he asked as her legs wrapped around his hips. "Yes," she laughed. "It was my dream remember?" Bob was now on the receiving end of a dream and was wanted to do everything she wanted him too. He thought he would only last a few seconds in her virgin hole but surprised himself when he kept pumping into her for at least fifteen minutes. "OK, I'm ready," she moaned. "Come inside of me!" Their bodies slapped together and together until they were both spent. Bob kissed her neck from behind and pushed the front of his body to her rear. "The dream allowed me to last longer didn't it?" She turned and smiled. "I wasn't sure if I could control it but it worked." "This is important to our research," he said happily. "We need to record all of this." She laughed. "The camera has been on since you walked in." "What do we do now?" he asked. Suddenly she was calling the shots. "Don't you remember the last part of our dream?" "No," he started to say. Suddenly his face became serious. "Carol will you marry me?" THE END Note from Slickman: This was a fun mind control story to write and I hope you all liked it. Don't forget to vote and send me an email. Also, be careful who is dreaming about you….Slick. Dreams My friend Jennifer and I were waiting for the radio to ask for caller number 5. So I called again no answer. Jennifer looked at me. "Leslie, give up." I looked at her. "No way! I'm going to win those damn RAW tics Jennifer. Oh hell, it's ringing. Ummm. What caller am I?? Oh God, YESSSSSS, I WON!" Jennifer and I started jumping up and down. The next day Jennifer and I were standing in line to pick up the tickets. She looked at me smiling. "I still can't believe you won tics." I laughed. "I just can't believe in two days I'm going to see HHH." She rolled her eyes. "You're so obsessed with him." "I am not. I just like him a lot." She gave me a look "OK, I like him a whole lot. Ok, I love him." She laughed and agreed. Two days later, we were sitting at China King and eating sushi. "Leslie, please eat." I looked at her and ate a little. "I'm so nervous Jennifer! I'm going to see him after loving him for four years. I'm going to see HHH." She patted my hand. I managed to eat a few bites before we had to go to the Oil Palace. We got in and found our seats. They were great by the way. " Oh my God, I have to go to the..." I ran to the bathroom barely making it into the stall before I got sick. Jennifer walked in to check on me. I walked out of the stall. "Just a little scared and nervous." "Come on," she said. I got us some water and we headed back to our seats close to the backstage curtains. Randy Orton poked his head out and waved at us. We also saw HBK, who was looking great. We watched the wrestlers do their matches and we touched most of them. The last match was starting. Randy Orton vs. HHH. Orton came out and we booed and called him names. Then, HHH's music hit. Jennifer looked at me. "Are you ready?" "I don't know," I told her. As soon as he came out, I was in tears. "Oh my God, Jennifer. It's him, it's really him!" I was sobbing as he stopped about 5 foot from me and spit. He looked at me and smiled before he walked past. "Oh my God, Jennifer, he smiled at me!" I was still crying and she was holding me. "Leslie calm down!" He walked past us after beating Randy and winked at me and I just smiled. We left and it had begun to snow hard. "Shit! We should just waited and let the storm pass," she said. I looked at her. "And what? Starve to death? We can make it home. We have snow tires." We headed out toward home and were talking about how wonderful it was that he noticed me. I turned on the radio. A big blizzard had moved in and was here to stay at least for the week. We were about half way home when we saw a black Dodge Durango over turned in a ditch. Jennifer shouted. "OH MY GOD! I hope they're ok." We stopped my car and got out. Jennifer looked in the drivers seat and covered her mouth. She looked at me almost crying. "Leslie, its Triple H." I rolled my eyes. "Jennifer, that's not funny. We got to help these people." "I'm not kidding," she said. I ran to the driver's side and looked. It was him. I started crying. "We have to get him out." Jennifer grasped my shoulders. "Calm down," she shouted. "We will get him help." Together, we got him out and I was going to call 911, but both of our cells were dead. We got him in the backseat of my car and took him home. Jennifer looked at me. "As soon as we get him to your house, we can call for help." I looked at her. "I think he's going to be OK. He isn't bleeding anywhere, but I'll look at him when I get him in a bed." We got him to the house and in my extra bedroom/office Jennifer called that my HHH room because of all of the stuff I had of him in there. I laid him on the bed and checked him over. I looked at Jennifer. "He has a couple of broken ribs but no major damage." She smiled at me. "There's no phone. It's dead. I guess the snow knocked it out." She looked at me. "Uhh, did you undress him??" "Jennifer!" "Well, did you?" she smiled. I looked at her. "Just to his underwear. Not naked." She laughed. "How funny is this? The man of your dreams is laying here in your extra bedroom." I smiled. "Well it's pretty strange. I mean a stroke of good luck I guess." Jennifer said she had to go and check on Fergie. I walked her out. She said she would come back later. I waved, walked back in, and went in where he was lying on the bed. I sat beside him and looked at him. He was so amazing. I was about to touch his face when he opened his eyes and looked at me. "Hey," he whispered. "Where am I??" "You're here at my house. You flipped your SUV in the snow." He looked at me. "Is help coming?" "Well, it's a blizzard out there and all the phones are out, but, as soon as I can, I will get you help, all right?" "Ok," he whispered and touched my hand, sending tingles through my whole body. "Can I get you anything for pain?" "Yes, please," he said as I got up. Matilda came in yapping at him. "Hush, Too Too." He laughed as he sat up a bit. "How cute! A Min Pin. Steph has wanted one of these kinds of dogs." The mention of her name tied my stomach in a knot. The fact that that witch had him and not me was unbearable at times. "What's her name?" I turned around smiling. "It's Matilda, but we call her Tilly or Too Too." She was crawling all over him as if she knew who he was. I brought the pain meds to him and he took them and looked at me. "So, I see you're a fan." I blushed three shades of red. "Yeah I am. I think you're wonderful. Ummm, what do I call you? Hunter or Paul?" He looked at me. "Just Paul," he said. There was a knock on the door. "Leslie, where are you?" I looked at Paul. "It's just Jennifer." I called her back to the room. She walked in and he smiled. I introduced them and she shook his hand. "I see you have met Tilly." He smiled at her. They talked as I brought him some soup in. He ate it and handed me the bowl. "That was great," he said. Jennifer stood up, said her goodbyes, and I walked her to her snowmobile. "Leslie, are you falling for him already?" "No, I'm not," I told her. "I'm just helping him until I have to let him go." I sighed. "He's really sweet. He's very talkative, too. I'm surprised." She smiled and I told her bye as she drove off on her snowmobile. I walked back in the room to see Paul playing with the dog. He was talking baby talk to her. It was so cute. I laughed out loud and he looked up. "How long have you been there?" "Oh, just long enough to see you playing and baby talking to my dog." He smiled. "Well, she is a cute little thing." I sat beside him. "You need anything else?" "No, I'm fine," he said. "But I wanted to thank you for saving me back there." I smiled at him and we talked for a long time. He told me about his family and didn't talk about Stephanie that much. I looked at the clock. "I'm sleepy." "Yeah me too," he said. "It's really late. Man," he said. "That snow is really coming down." "Yeah it is. I better get you some more blankets." I put three more blankets on him and gave him more Advil. "Here. Take these. I don't want you hurting." He smiled. "You really know how to spoil a guy, sweetie." i blushed. "Well, I want to take care of you. I want you to feel better. I know your eager to go home." He smiled. "Yeah, they have probably sent out a search party by now." We both laughed. "Well, goodnight. If you need anything, just holler and I'll come." "Thanks," he said. Tilly crawled under the blanket with him and went to sleep. CHAPTER 2 Two weeks had passed and Paul was doing fine. He was out of bed and walking around playing with Matilda. We had phone service again so Paul was able to call and let Stephanie know he was fine, but the pass was still covered in snow and it was impossible to get through for at least another week. She told him to rest up and she would see him soon. I put on my heavy coat. "Where you going," he asked. "Oh, I have to go feed the horses." "You have horses?" "Yeah," I told him. "Want to go and help me feed them?" "Sure I do." We headed to the barn and were greeted by my horses. "What are their names?" "The black one is Holly and the white male is Sunny." He patted them. "They're great." I smiled at him. "Want to ride?" He looked at me. "I... don't know. I mean, I really haven't ridden much in my life." "It's ok." I touched his arm. "We can take Holly and I'll ride with you." "Ok," he smiled and I got her ready. We took off and he rode behind me and put his arms around my waist. "You ok back there, Paul?" "I'm fine. It's amazing out here." I smiled at him. "Yeah, I love it here. It's so peaceful." "Where does Jennifer live?" "Oh, down there." I pointed as we took off in a fast trot. He held on to my waist tightly as we rode up. Jennifer was in the front yard feeding her chickens. "Leslie, don't ride up like that! You'll scare my poor chickens to death." Paul looked at her. "Hey Paul, how you feeling?" "Oh, I'm fine," he told her. "We were just out for a ride." He slid off of Holly and stood there. He held out his hand to help me off of the horse. I slid off and Jennifer was grinning at me. "Y'all hungry?" "I'm fine," I said. "No thanks, I'm fine too." He was chasing her chickens trying to catch them as if he had never seen one before. We stood there laughing at him as he was messing around She looked at me. "You're falling for him, huh?" "Yeah a little bit." I smiled at him and back to her. "I love him. I won't deny that." "I know you love him, Leslie. You have told me that everyday for the past 6 years." Just then her Min Pin, Fergie, came out barking at Paul. "Uhh, another Tilly," he said. He picked her up and baby talked her. He walked over to us "That was fun," he laughed. "So Jennifer, who is your favorite wrestler?" "Well," she said. "I like Jericho...A lot. But I know he's married." "No he's not," Paul said. "Well, he's not now at least. He caught his wife in bed with some guy when he went home one weekend and he divorced her. He was devastated. Now he's alone. He was depressed and he dated Trish Stratus for a long time but that didn't work out." Jennifer and I looked at each other grinning. "Well Paul, we better get going." "Can I drive the horse now?" I smiled at him. "Sure, why not." He helped me get on the horse by touching my butt and then he couldn't figure it out, so, I slid off and showed him how to get in the saddle and then pulled myself up and sat behind him. Jennifer just stood there watching. "Umm now what do I do?" "You tell her GIDDY UP and give her a little kick with your foot." He did and she took off in a trot. I held on to him as if he were my lifeline and in my heart I knew I was going to have to let him go back to his life and I would have to carry on with my own. We rode back to the barn and put Holly in her stall and Paul fed her some oats. I walked back to her stall after putting the reins up and he was standing there petting her. I walked over to him. "Did you enjoy that?" I asked. He turned to me. "Yes I did. That's the most fun I have had in a long time." "Well I'm glad," I told him. "I loved taking you out and showing you were I live. It was a lot of fun." He leaned down and kissed me. As he broke the kiss, he looked at me. "I'm sorry," he said, and looked away. I took his face in my hands. "I'm not, Paul. Being with you these past two weeks have been the happiest time in my life. I love you and I'm not ashamed to admit that to you or anyone else." I took a deep breath in shock that I said that to him and in even bigger shock he had kissed me. He smiled at me with those big eyes of his shining. "I admit I'm not sorry I kissed you, Leslie. I have feelings for you. I know I have only been here for 2 weeks, but I feel like I have known you my entire life and you make me so happy." He smiled and I was almost in tears when he told me that. He kissed me again, but with more passion and picked me up, carrying me into the house and laid me on the couch kissing me. We kissed and loved on each other as the fire crackled and popped. I looked at him. "Paul, I want you so bad." "I want you too, Leslie. More than I have ever wanted anyone." I pushed him onto the bearskin rug in front of the fireplace. He undressed me, and as he did, he kissed my neck and ears, licking and sucking. We made love for what seemed like a lifetime, and as we lay there wrapped in each other's arms, we kissed and fell asleep. I woke the next morning at daybreak and went out and fed the horses. He was lying there still asleep, so I lay back down beside him and snuggled close to him. He wrapped his huge arms around me and pulled me to him. He kissed my forehead and we fell asleep. We woke up about 11 o' clock and I headed to the shower. I heard him walk in and just assumed he was going to the bathroom until I turned around and he was standing behind me. He kissed me. "Hey," he said. "Mind if I join you?" "No. I don't mind," I told him. We kissed again as he lathered me up and washed me and then he washed my hair. I washed him and we played around for a long time. We made love again in the shower, which was amazing. We were getting out and the phone was ringing. I picked it up, and it was Stephanie. "May I please speak to Paul?" I took a breath. "Paul, um, your, umm, Stephanie is on the phone." I handed it to him and went to get dressed. I could hear him talking to her and I knew I was going to lose him sooner than I had expected. Paul walked back in with a sad look on his face. I looked at him. "You ok, Paul? What's the matter?" "Steph will be here in the morning to get me." I felt my heart drop to my feet. I looked at him. "Oh, I see." I looked down to the floor fighting back tears. "Well, I ... guess I better make some lunch." I went to the kitchen and cried and cried. My heart was breaking. I made lunch and he walked in the kitchen and hugged me. "Being with you has been so wonderful, Leslie, and I hate that I have to leave you, but I have to go back to my life and wrestling." "I know, Paul. I understand and I'll miss you. I need to go to Jennifer's house for a few minutes ok? I'll be right back." I drove up to Jennifer's house and she met me at the door " "Where's Paul?" "He's at home eating." I went in and told her what happened and was in tears when I told her Stephanie was coming to get him in the morning. She hugged me as I cried. "God, Jennifer. I knew better than to fall in love with him. I knew I wasn't gonna be able to keep him, but when I look into his eyes my heart gets so weak and I can't even breath." She hugged me. "It's alright girl. If it was truly meant to be, he will come back to you." "I guess your right. Come over in the morning and tell him goodbye." "Oh, I will," she said. "Besides, you're gonna need me there for support." I drove back home, walked in my kitchen, and saw he was at the sink washing dishes. "Paul, what are you doing?" "What's it look like I'm doing? I'm doing the dishes. It's ok, I'm used to doing it." I pushed him away. "Not in this house. You're my guest and not to lift a finger." He smiled. "You have gotten me spoiled and I'm not use to that." "Well," I smiled. "That's how you need to be treated. I love you and I would do anything for you." I kissed him. He picked me up and carried me to my bedroom, laying me on the bed. I rolled on top of him undressing him. When we woke up, it was morning again and I knew the time had come I had to let him go. CHAPTER 3 I woke him up and he took a shower. As he did that, I made him some breakfast, trying to hold back my emotions. Jennifer walked in and looked at me. "You ok?" I looked at her. "Hell no, I'm not, but I have to let him go." He walked in. "Hey Jennifer," he hugged her. "Hey Paul," she said. "You ready?" "Well, not really, but I have to go." He looked at me and smiled sadly. He ate his food and we heard a honk outside. I felt my heart stop. He stood up slowly and walked on to the porch. Jennifer and I followed. Stephanie got out of the car. "PAUL!!!!!!!" She ran to him. I just stood there trying not to cry and Jennifer was standing beside me. "Steph, this is Leslie and Jennifer. They rescued me from the car and Leslie nursed me back to health and took care of me." She looked at me coldly and said thank you. "Paul honey, we better get going. We have to get on the road and get you back in the ring." "Ok," he said. He picked up his bags and we walked him to the car. He put his things in the trunk. Before he got in, he hugged me. "Thank you. Leslie. You mean the world to me and I'll never forget you." I looked at him. "I love you, Paul, and there's nothing that could make my love for you lose its hold." He kissed my cheek and wiped the tears from my eyes. "I love you, too," he whispered. "With all my heart. Always remember that." "I will," I told him. He hugged Jennifer. He hugged me one last time. "Goodbye," he said as he got in and they drove off. I gave one last wave. I sobbed as they drove away knowing in a moment what was lost in what could be. Jennifer held me and got me in the house and sat me down at the table. I looked at her. "She was so cold to him, she wasn't happy to see him, she's so fake. I don't believe she even loves him." "I know," Jennifer said. "She seemed distant to him." We talked for a while longer and Jennifer had to go home, so I went on and was making the bed and cried when I saw his T-shirt lying on the bed. I sat down and held it, knowing I'd probably never see him again. A week later, I was walking up from the stable when a young guy was at my door. "Are you Leslie?" he asked. "Yes I am." "I have a package for you and some flowers." I took them and went inside. I covered my mouth. He sent me red and pink roses. I opened the package and there was a note that said this: Dear Leslie, I wanted to thank you again for taking care of me and showing me so much love. Here are 2 VIPs passes to Wrestlemania, including your backstage passes and hotel and airline tickets; so, I'll see you soon. I love you so much, baby, and I can't wait to see you. Love, Paul. I began to cry and called Jennifer and she came over and ran in. "WHAT HAPPENED??" I showed her the tics and flowers. "We're going to Wrestlemania." "HOLY SHIT! Oh my God, Leslie. This is unbelievable." She hugged me. "I have to go pack my stuff. "Jennifer, we have 3 weeks! I think you have time." She smiled. "I'm going to see Chris Jericho! OH GOD!" She ran out of the door hollering like a mad man. I just rolled my eyes and sat there looking at the flowers when the phone rang. Assuming it was Jennifer calling me AGAIN for the 10th time to tell me were going to Mania, I picked up the phone and said, "Ok, I get it! We're going to Wrestlemania! Now shut up!" "Its me, Paul." "OH, Paul! It's so great to hear your voice. Thank you for the flowers and the tics." "Well, that's the least I could do for you, sweetheart. I mean, you took care of me. And showed me true love and that means so much to me. When your love took me in, my life changed. It was like I belonged there and my loneliness was gone and a new life was about to begin. It was like I realized, ok, I love you and Stephanie has to go. I'm leaving her, Leslie. I don't love her and haven't for a long time." He paused and I was crying. "Don't cry, sweetheart. I'm just telling you how I feel." I could tell he was crying too. "I love you, Paul, and I can't wait to hold you." We said goodbye and hung up. CHAPTER 4 Wrestlemania Three weeks had passed and Jennifer rushed to my house Thursday morning and woke me up at 5 am. "LETS GO!" She jumped on my bed. "Get your ass up, woman. It's time to go. We're gonna miss our plane." I looked at the clock. Dreams "Jennifer, It's only 5 a.m. The plane doesn't leave until 6 o'clock tonight. She laughed. "But we have to get ready. Old Joe is going to take care of all of the animals so that's not a worry." She finally got me out of bed and in the shower and I got dressed. We left and took Matilda and Fergie to our homosexual, fabulous friend, Stanley's house, and left for the airport. We were almost to LA when Jennifer looked at me. "I told you if it was meant to be, he would come back to you." I smiled at her. "I know, and I can't believe I'm gonna see him again." We arrived and there was a man standing beside a limo holding a sign with our names on it. We got in and he took us to the Beverly Wilshire Hotel. We got our keys and went to find our room. It was a suite and there was a letter from Paul saying he would meet us in an hour in the lobby. I looked at Jennifer smiling. "Can you believe this? Look at this freaking room, it's HUGE!" Jennifer was busy looking around and drinking the Dom Perignon that had been chilling. "Leslie, it's time to go," she said. I took a deep breath and prepared myself. We walked to the lobby and I saw him. He spotted me. "LESLIE!" He ran over to me, picking me up and swinging me around. He sat me down and kissed me. He hugged me tightly. "I missed you so much," he said. I looked at him I missed you to Paul I was crying and he wiped away my tears. He hugged Jennifer. "Hey, Jennifer. I brought someone you meet you. Chris, get over here man." In walks Chris Jericho. Jennifer almost had a stroke. She couldn't speak. Paul introduced them and he shook her hand. He smiled at her. "Hello, Jennifer. It's nice to meet you. I have heard a lot about you." She just stood there shaking her head. He laughed. "Well, I guess that's a start." She finally was able to talk to him. They went to get some dinner as Paul and I went to our room. He kissed me as he shut the door. "Baby, I missed you so much and I love you." He kissed me. "I missed you too, Paul. Very much. It broke my heart when you left that day. I figured that was it and I'd never see or hear from you again. He smiled at me. "It killed me to have to leave you. I'm empty without you. I told Stephanie that our relationship was done for. That I love you and only you." He dropped down to one knee and took my left hand. "Leslie, I know this is sudden, but I love you and I know you love me too. You are everything I want and everything I need and I can't go one more day without being able to call you my wife. Will you marry me?" I looked at him crying. I shook my head. "Yes Paul. I will." He hugged me and we went to the lobby to meet Jennifer and tell her the news. Jennifer came up to me and hugged me tightly and I was sobbing. "See? I told you he would come back to you. And now you're getting married; I'm so happy for you guys." She was crying, standing there holding me just as she did the first time I saw Paul and when I thought I had lost him to Stephanie. We walked back to the hotel room Paul and I were staying in and Chris took Jennifer's hand. "Let's go. We need to leave them alone. We can go catch a movie." Jennifer looked at him and smiled. "Okay, Chris," she cooed. I looked at Paul. "Another happy couple I guess." We laughed. "You hungry?" "Yeah, kind of." "Well," he said. "Lets go eat. I know a great hole in the wall place that makes great pasta." We sat in a little restaurant and ate. Afterward, we strolled at a nearby park and sat on a bench, where he just sat there holding me. "After Mania is over, I want you to come backstage and meet my parents." "Ok," I said. "That sounds good." We kissed and he looked at me. "I can't wait until we're married, baby" "I can't either, Paul, but what about the farm in Montana and all that?" He smiled. "We will keep it. I can't have you getting rid of Holly and Sunny. Besides, we need a place to get away from everyone." "Yeah, I guess we do." As we walked around, we ran into Jennifer and Chris. "Hey, you guys!" Paul shouted, "Having fun?" Chris smiled at him. "We're having a great time, huh Jen?" I looked over at Jennifer and gave a questionable look. She just smiled. "That's what he calls me; Jen. He thinks it's cute." I rolled my eyes as we walked around. Chris smiled. "Umm, we're going to the hotel. You guys coming with?" Paul smiled. "We'll be there in a little while." We walked around and just talked about his family. We headed to the hotel and we saw Trish Stratus walking our way. She came up. "Hey Paul. This must be Leslie." She hugged me. "Hi. I'm Trish. You're all he talks about." I blushed a bit as Paul told her we were getting married. She hugged me again. "Oh my God! That's so wonderful! I'm so happy for you!" She took my arm and walked off with me as Paul trailed behind smiling. Trish was chatting to me talking about the wedding and how much Paul loves me, when Chris and Jennifer walked around the corner. Trish shoots dirty looks at them and she stalks over to Chris. "Who the hell is this?" she points at Jennifer. I walk over and kind of stand between Trish and Jen. I looked at her. "Trish, this is Jennifer, my friend." Trish gave her an evil glance and then looked at Chris. "I thought we were going to work things out, Chris. What's going on?" Chris looked at Jennifer and then at Trish. "I'm sorry, Trish, but we're done. I don't want to be with you. I want to be with Jen." Jennifer looked at him and was almost in tears. She looked over at me and I just smiled Trish butted in and pointed her finger at Chris and yelled. "SO YOUR TELLING ME THAT YOUR LEAVING ME ME, TRISH STRATUS, FOR JENNY FROM BUMFUCK MONTANA? IS THAT WHAT YOUR SAYING?" Jennifer turned red as a lobster. I looked at Paul and whispered to him, "uhh, shit. She hates to be called Jenny." Jennifer got in her face. "LOOK HERE YOU STUPID ASS, BLOND WHORE! MY NAME ISN'T JENNY! IT'S JENNIFER. REMEMBER THAT NAME AND REMEMBER THIS. Chris DOES NOT WANT TO BE WITH YOU ANYMORE LEAVE HIM ALONE." Trish got back in her face. "YOU'RE A NOBODY, JENNY, A NOBODY! YOUR NOT A DIVA, YOUR JUST A SMALL TOWN WHORE TRYING TO FIT IN WITH HIGH CLASS WRESTLERS!" Jen then proceeded to slapping her as hard as she could. Trish came back and went to slap Jennifer, but Chris grabbed her hand before she could. He pushed her away. "Get out of here, Trish. I have nothing for you anymore." She looked at Paul and then to me. I looked at her. "Well Trish, I guess I'm in the same boat as Jennifer. We're both from the small town. But if I were you, I wouldn't attempt calling me a whore, because I'd hurt you and gladly go to jail for it." She sneered at us and walked off. I looked at Jennifer. "Well you told her ass off." We busted out laughing. I looked at Paul. "I'm sorry sweetheart. I'm not usually so aggressive." He smiled. "No! I loved it. It was very sexy." Chris smiled at Jennifer. "You ok Jen?" "Oh I'm fine, but I tell you one thing. That bitch better not get in my face again." Chris hugged her. "She won't. I think she's scared now." We all laughed again. Paul took my hand "We're going to bed. It's late and we have to get some sleep. Tomorrow is access." I looked at Jen and winked at her. "Don't do anything I wouldn't do." "Yeah right!" We laughed. She and Chris went their way and we went to our room. I laid on the bed and he lay beside me, pulling me into his arms. He kissed me deeply. "I love you so much. I have an idea." "What?" He smiled at me. "Why wait to get married. Let's get married at Wrestlemania." I looked at him and laughed. "I'm not kidding, Leslie. I want to marry you at Mania. It's the biggest event of the year. Why not have a huge bash? My family will be there and you can meet them, even my sister, Lynn, and her kids and husband will be here." I kissed him. "Ok. I'll go shopping tomorrow and get a dress." He smiled at me. "Get a huge gown. I want you to have a formal wedding you deserve; the best!" I was crying. "I got to go tell Jen." He kissed me. "Go tell her, but hurry back. I want to hold you in my arms." I leaned down kissing him deeply. "I love you so much Paul, and I can't wait to be your wife." I ran out the door and went to Jen's room. The door was ajar, so, I knocked lightly and poked my head in. "Hey, JEN! You in here?" Chris walked out of the bathroom; naked as the day he was born. I turned as fast as humanly possible. "I'm SORRY! I had my face covered and was red as a tomato." Jen walked out of the bathroom. "Hey girl! What's up?" I kept my face covered. I told her get dressed. "I got to tell you something." I sat on the bed and waited for them to dress. Chris jumps on the bed beside me in Sponge Bob boxers. Jen walked out in a robe. "What's going on?" I told her all about it and she hugged me. "I can't wait! Oh my God! We're going to be on TV! I got to call Stanley and tell him to record it." "Be ready, Jen, cause tomorrow, we got shopping to do." I smiled at Chris, "and by the way, Chris, nice Sponge Bob boxers." He just smiled. "Yeah, well you got to love the sponge." I rolled my eyes and went to the room. Paul sat up. He was lying on the bed watching Scooby-Doo and eating ice cream. "Hey baby! Sit and watch Scooby with me" I sat beside him and laid my head on his chest. "Jen is really excited. They were in the shower when I went to the room." He looked at me and busted out laughing. "Well, I guess after hard sex a bath is appropriate." I looked at him and smiled. "Speaking of hard sex," i said. "It seems to me it has been a while since we have made love." He looked at me with a smirk on his face. "I'm saving myself until my wedding night," he said. I looked at him "Well, I'm not." I pounced on top of him; tickling him until he was laughing so hard he had tears in his eyes. I sat there. "You ready to give it up now?" He smiled. "Yeah, but I got to do something first." I looked at him. He pinned me to the bed and tickled me. He finally stopped and was kissing me. We rolled around the bed and we ended up rolling onto the floor, making love. The sex was too great to stop, even for a moment. The next morning, he rolled over and gave a groan. "Damn sun!" I got up and shut the blinds and laid next to him on the floor. "Is that better, babe?" He raised his head. "Yes, much better!" I laid back down and fell asleep. Next thing I know, he's rolling me over off of my stomach and onto my back. "Paul, stop it!" He looked at me. "Time to go shopping." I opened my eyes. While was in the shower, he had ordered breakfast for us. We ate and I called Jennifer. She and Chris came to the room. Paul looked at me and handed me a credit card. "Here, put it all on this. Whatever you want." Jen looked at Paul and back to me. We just giggled and kissed them both good-bye. We headed out and we got down to the lobby. Jennifer poked me. "Leslie, look. Is that Stacy Keibler?" I looked. "Yeah and she's coming this way." Stacy walked up to us. "Hey! Are you Leslie and Jennifer?" "Yeah we are," Jen told her. She hugged us both. "Paul has talked about you two for weeks and I wanted to meet you. Trish told me about the fight you got into last night. Don't feel bad. She's mean to me everyday. Ii try and avoid her so I don't have to hear her call me mean names." She got a sad look on her face and I thought she was about to start crying. I looked over at Jennifer. "Want to come with us to shop for a wedding gown and a bridesmaid dress?" "I'd love to. It will be so fun." We got to a place called The Bridal Village and we began to try on dresses. I decided to go with a long ivory gown and Jen was going to wear a light peach colored dress. "Stacy, would you like to be a bridesmaid?" She was so happy and started trying dresses on. We left and got some lunch. Stacy was telling us all the locker room gossip and all about Trish dating Randy Orton. My phone rang. It was Paul. "Hi baby! Well, you may need to get another groomsman. I asked Stacy to stand up with me too." We talked a little longer and I hung up. I looked at them. "His mom and dad are there. I get to meet them later." Jen looked at me. "You know you will have to stay with me tonight because tomorrow is the wedding and it's bad luck for the groom to see his bride beforehand." I laughed and as the waitress sat my food in front of me. I suddenly felt sick to my stomach. I stood up and I bolted to the bathroom and got sick. Jennifer came to the bathroom. "You ok?" "Yeah, I think so. Just nerves about the wedding and meeting his family." We walked back to our table. Stacy looked up at and asked if I was okay. "I'm fine. I'm just a little sick is all." They ate and I sat there sipping on ginger ale trying to calm my stomach. We got back to the hotel and Paul met me at the elevator. "Baby you look sick. Are you all right?" He felt my forehead. "Come on. Go lay down." He took me to our room and I laid down. "I'm fine, Paul. I just got sick at lunch." He kissed me. "Well lay here and rest. I have to go with Chris and Dave and get a tux. Mom and Dad are resting, but want to meet you later for dinner, ok?" "That's fine." I rolled over and fell asleep. The next thing I know, Paul is sitting beside me on the bed. "Hey," he whispered. "How do you feel?" I turned to face him. "I'm ok. I was just nervous." He lay beside me and held me. "You ready to meet yours?" I got up and showered. Paul picked out a great little red dress with high heels. I called out to Paul that I was ready to go. He walked out of the bathroom. "Damn, baby. You look great! I smiled. He took my hand and we went to the restaurant and they were waiting for us. He introduced me to his parents; his mom, Pat, and his dad, Paul, Sr.. His mom hugged me tightly and kissed my cheek, welcoming me to the family. We sat down and had a great meal. Then I see Jen and Chris walk in. Paul waves them over and I introduced Jen to Paul's mom and dad. They sat with us and we talked about the wedding and when it was time to leave Paul kissed me. "I will see you tomorrow in the ring." I gave him one last hug and Jen took me away she smiled. "You like yours?" "Yeah, they're great! Paul, Sr. almost squeezed me to death, but other than that, they're wonderful." We got to our hotel and Stacy was in the room waiting for us. "Hey, I was wondering when you would be back," she smiled. "We have appointments tonight to have our hair and nails done." "Great," I told her. "But don't you have a match with Trish tomorrow?" "Yeah," she sighed. "And I'm afraid she's gonna hurt me. It's for the women's championship belt. Trish said if I ever tried to take her belt, she would beat me until I couldn't walk for a week, and I'm scared of her. I know she can beat me." Jen and I sat beside her and held her. She was trembling. "It's ok, Stacy. Don't worry about Trish. I'll take care of her," I promised her. "It's gonna be fine." We got into bed. It was late and we had a busy day ahead of us. The next morning, we got up and got ready. We went to breakfast, but I couldn't eat a bite. I felt sick again. Jen and Stacy stuffed themselves. We did some last minute shopping and we got to the arena. Stacy and Jen went to our dressing room, and I went to Trish's locker room and knocked. There was a man's voice telling me to hold on. Then, the door came open. It was Randy Orton. "May i speak to Trish please?" "Hey babe," he called out. "There's some chick here to see ya." "Who is it? I'm getting dressed." "It's me, Trish, Leslie." "Oh, come in," she said, and walked out. She kissed Orton and told him to let us talk alone. He walked out and headed down the hallway. "So what do you need?" I sat on her couch. "I wanted to talk to you about your match with Stacy." "What about it? I'm going to destroy her." "That's just it," i told her. "There's no need in you hurting her. I mean, she's not a wrestler like you, Trish, and it's not right for you to try and beat her down." "Then she shouldn't be here." I stood up. "Don't do anything you will live to regret, Trish. I mean Paul has already put Test out for good and who's to say if you hurt Stacy, your sweet boyfriend won't be next?" She looked at me. "You wouldn't dare.." "Oh, but would i? Don't hurt her or you will regret it!" With that, I walked out and to our dressing room. Jen stood up. "Where have you been?" "I was talking to Trish. Stacy, I think you're going to be fine. "What did you say to her?" "Oh, well, that really doesn't matter. Just know its gonna be ok." Stacy just smiled. I could tell she was so relieved. Stacy left and I told Jen what I told Trish and she just laughed. Stacy came back and was ready for her match. She looked at us. "I'm still scared." I took her hands. "Don't be you're a...Big BRAVE DOG! Just tells yourself that the whole way down the Titantron." She hugged us as her music hit and she went out. We watched the match from back stage. Trish had poor Stacy down and was getting a chair when Jennifer jumped up. "No! This isn't gonna happen!" She took off down the ramp and just as Trish was going to hit Stacy, Jennifer grabbed the chair and hit her across the head with it, knocking her out. I saw Chris and Paul run out to the ring to get Jen out of there. They grabbed her and Stacy got the pin and was handed the Belt for the first time in her life. John Cena ran out to the ring hugging her and they walked backstage. Chris was yelling at Jen. "Are you insane, Jennifer?" He hugged her. "I'm glad your ok, baby. I was worried." Paul was just laughing and Stacy ran up to Jen, hugging her. "YOU SAVED ME. THANK YOU SOO MUCH." After it all calmed down, Paul's mother walked into the dressing room where I was and looked at me. "I know your going to make my son happy, Leslie. He loves you so much and I can't wait to have you as a daughter." I hugged her. Jen walked in with Stacy. I hugged her. "Hey, Champ. How do you feel?" She smiled. "I'm on top of the world. Let's get ready; it's nearly time." We had our hair and nails done and waited. Then it was time for the main event, the wedding. Chris came in. "Leslie, it's time." I looked a Jen and started crying. She held me and smiled. "This is it! This is the moment you have been waiting for. It's really here." I looked at Chris. "Wait! Who's going to walk me down the aisle?" He smiled. "Ric Flair is going to." "Ok," I shook my head. "I'm ready." The wedding march started and Jen and Stacy took their places down at the ring. I took a deep breath. Ric and I walked to the ring and he gave my hand to Paul. I looked up at him. He looked so good with his black tux and white shirt. Just then the preacher, Eric Peyton, said, "Paul has flown in Clay Aiken to sing for the wedding." I looked back at Jen, and her mouth was hanging open. Clay walked out and stared singing The Love of My Life. I was looking at Paul, crying. He took my hands and kissed them as Clay finished the song. The wedding proceeded and we were pronounced husband and wife. He took me in his arms and kissed me. The crowd went insane. Chris walked out Jen, and Stacy walked with John. We got backstage and there was a huge party waiting for us. Jennifer ran up to me hugging me and we both were crying. Clay came out and sang. Paul's mom and dad came up to us, hugging me and welcoming me into their family. We stayed and talked to everyone and the divas were talking to Jen telling her how proud they were that she took out Trish like that. Jen just stood there beaming. She was so happy and Chris was all over her. We all were having a wonderful time until Trish walks in and walks over to Stacy. "You think you have beaten me? You didn't have a change until your new friend saved your stupid ass." Chris was holding Jennifer back. Stacy looked at Trish. Dreams "I'm NOT SCARED OF YOU ANYMORE, Trish!" She looked down and back to Trish again. "I'm A Big BRAVE DOG." Trish just stood there smirking at her and Stacy turned red and almost started to cry, but it was like something snapped in her. She hauled off and slapped Trish to the ground and began to beat the hell outta her. It took Paul, Chris, and Dave Batista to pull her off Trish. I looked at them. "Get her out of here!" I walked over to Stacy and hugged her. "You ok?" "I'm ok," she said. "DAMN THAT FELT GREAT." It came time for us to leave and everyone was telling us goodbye. I hugged Jen and told her and Chris bye. We left for the airport and 6 hours later, we arrived in Maui. We checked into the hotel and went to our suite. Paul picked me up and carried me into our room. He kissed me as he laid me on the bed and started undressing me. He moved down and he was kissing and licking. I was moaning already. I took his shirt off and kissed his chest and began to lick his nipples. I pushed him to the bed and unzipped his jeans throwing them aside. I proceeded to remove his boxers and kissed his stomach and moved down taking his huge cock into my mouth. I began to suck slowly and moved faster as he laid his hand on my head, his fingers running through my hair. I looked up at him he was smiling at me. "Ride me," he said. I sat over him and kissed him down his chest before I mounted his huge cock. I eased myself down on it, teasing him. We rolled around in every position you could imagine hours. Later, it was daylight, and I laid there on his chest as the morning light woke us up. Paul laid there breathing slowly and I got up and in the shower. I felt him get in with me as he kissed my neck. "Good morning, baby." I turned around and kissed him. We washed each other and he lifted me up, placing me against the wall, fingering my clit as he sucked my breast. I was trying not to scream out, but that was impossible. We got out of the shower and he then sat me down on the bathroom countertop and kissed his way down my stomach. He made his way to my clit and he began licking and sucking and it just put me over the edge. I began scratching him and crying out his name. He then stood up and kissed me. He turned the shower back on, we got in, and he pulled me against him. He slid his massive manhood into my eagerly awaiting pussy. We stood there under the hot spraying water letting it hit us as we just held each other. We got out and dressed. He looked at me. "You hungry babe?" "Yeah, starving." We walked down to the restaurant to eat but the smell got to me and I had to excuse myself and run to the bathroom where I threw up. I walked out of the bathroom and he was standing there waiting on me. "You ok?" "I'm fine." He hugged me. We ate and headed to the beach it was amazing the white sand and blue water was breathtaking. Chapter 5 We got back and we had to be in Vegas by 5 for Monday Night Raw. We walked down the hall and Chris came out of his locker room. "Hey you guys. Jen," he called out. "They're back!" She ran out hugging me. "Still with Chris?" She smiled. "Yeah. We went to Montana on an extended weekend. Everything is fine, but he wouldn't let me stay. He wants me with him." Jen put her arm around my shoulder and walked with me. "So, tell me all about the honeymoon. I bet it had to be a bummer half- way through it to get your period, huh?" "Actually, I haven't had one in a while." She looked at me and covered her mouth. "Oh my God. I bet that's why you have been getting sick. I bet your pregnant, Leslie." I looked at her. "Let's go," she said. "We have to get one of those at home kit things." We went and got it and were sitting in Paul's living room. I walked out of the bathroom and I sat beside her on the couch. "I dunno if I'm ready for a baby and what if Paul doesn't want a baby yet?" She smiled at me. "It's ok, don't worry." The alarm went off on her watch. "Ok," she said. "It's time." I looked at her. "You go look. I can't." She walked into the bathroom and walked out with a happy look on her face. "What does it say?" I asked. Just then, Paul walked in. "Hey girls what's up?" He saw Jen standing there with a pee stick in her hand. "What's in your hand?" "Oh," she looked at it and then to me and then to Paul. "Well, you're going to be a father," she gushed. "Leslie, you're pregnant!" "What?" he said. He pulled me up looking at me. I was crying and he hugged me tightly. "I'm going to be a FATHER!" He kissed me. "I'm so happy!" Jen hugged us. "I'm so happy for you guys. I'm gonna go tell Chris." She took off and he hugged me again. "Baby, are you happy?" "Yeah," I told him. "I mean, it was unexpected, but yeah, I'm real happy." He kissed my stomach and then looked at me. "I'm going to be a dad," he said, as he started to tear up, which got me to crying. We sat there holding each other. Chris and Jennifer walked in and congratulated us. Chris grabbed Jen by the hand and told her to hurry up. I looked at her, puzzled and she just smiled and ran off with Chris. We sat there snuggled up on the couch. He was rubbing my stomach and talking to the baby. That night, we waited for Jennifer and Chris, but they were nowhere to be found. We were walking around and I stopped Stacy in the hall and asked her if she had seen Jen and Chris. She told me they left about 2 hours ago and that she didn't know where they went. We went ahead and went to dinner without them. The next day, we got up and got a shower and headed down to the car to go to the airport. We arrived about 45 min early. Suddenly, Jen and Chris walked up. I jumped up. "Hey! Where have you guys been? We were worried about you two." Jen held out her left hand. There was a huge diamond ring with a wedding band on it. "We got married last night at the chapel down the road. Surprise!" Chris stood there smiling, proudly watching Jen gush and beam. I looked at, shocked. She hugged me. "It was so sudden and we just left. On a whim, ya know?" Before long, I was huge and expecting our son at anytime. Jen, who was also expecting her son in another few weeks, was with me. We were watching Paul and Chris getting ready for a tag match that night. "Have you picked a name for the baby yet?" I smiled. "Yeah. Dominic Christopher." "That's so cute, Leslie. I love it." She rubbed her stomach. "We're thinking of the name Kasen Hunter for a boy." I smiled at her. Paul looked at me. "Hey baby, can you bring me some water please?" "Sure," I told him. As I handed it to him, I felt a huge gush of warm water. "OH SHIT!" He yelled out for Chris to go get help. "Man, hurry! Her water just broke. It's ok, baby, just start your Lamaze breathing." Pains were hitting me every five minutes as they got me to a car that was waiting to take me to the hospital. Twenty-two hours later, Dominic Christopher Levesque was born. They laid my baby on my stomach. That was the most precious moment of my life. I looked at Paul and he smiled. "You did wonderful, honey." He kissed me and he touched his son's head. "Can I hold him?" I smiled and handed him the newborn and he held him gently. He cooed at the baby, rubbing his cheeks and hair. Jennifer and Chris came in a little while later armed with balloons and gifts for our son. A month later, we got a call in the middle of the night telling us Jennifer just had a little boy; Kasen Hunter. The next morning, Paul's mom watched Dominic while we went to the hospital to see the newest Irvine. We walked in and I hugged Chris. I walked over to Jennifer, hugging her, and took the baby. "Jennifer, he's so sweet. Look at him Paul; he's so tiny." Paul came over and took him from me. "Thank God he has his momma's good looks. You know our boys are going to raise hell together," he and Chris laughed. Summerslam Chapter 6 Almost 3 years had past and we were all still very happy, but little did we know, on this night, our happiness and joy was over. We carried our things into the huge arena in Toronto, Canada, to prepare for the PPV that night. Paul had a match with Edge and Chris had a huge match with Randy Orton. The kids were playing around backstage with everyone. They loved Stacy, who spoiled them rotten giving them candy bars and God only knows what else. Paul's match was first. He went out there and put on a hell of a show beating Edge. He came backstage and we were celebrating as we watched Chris's match with Orton. He was bleeding and Jennifer was getting scared. Paul assured her it was fine. "It's ok, Jen. He knows what he's doing." She smiled at him. The match went on and Chris was bleeding profusely. Orton picked him up, throwing him out of the ring, and letting his head hit the railing. Jen and I both screamed. Paul took out like a bolt to ringside and we followed, but it was too late. The hit to the head had killed him; he was gone. Jennifer collapsed and Paul carried her out as they wheeled a dead Chris into an ambulance. She came to and she started to scream. "NOOOOOOOOOOO! NOT Chris! HE CAN'T BE GONE!! NOOOOOOO!! NOOOO!!" She just cried as I held her. We called his family. Jen held it together and made funeral arrangements. I was with her and Paul came to help hold us together. Stacy stayed with the boys and took care of them until a nanny came in. Two days later, we sat in the church. Chris' mom and dad came up to Jen and hugged her and thanked her for making Chris so very happy. Paul got up and stood at the podium. "This is very hard for me," he said. "Chris was a great friend and loved by everyone. He was a great husband, father, and friend." He looked at Jen. "He loved you with all his heart, Jen. You and Kasen were his whole world." He sat down, taking my hand into his. I wiped my eyes and held onto Jen's hand tightly. It was time to say our last goodbyes to Chris. We were the last ones to go up. Jen went to the casket and kissed him. "Good bye, sweetheart. I love you." She touched his face and Paul held her up as we walked out into the bitter cold. We made our way to the graveyard and Jennifer snapped as they began to lower his casket. She pulled away from Paul and fell to her knees. "NOOO! HE CAN'T BE DEAD. This CAN'T BE! It's NOT fair. I LOVE him, HE CAN'T BE DEAD." Paul held her in his arms as they put the casket in the ground. Back at their house, guests came and offered their condolences to Jen. She was holding up so well. She looked at us and picked up Kasen. "We have to carry on. He wouldn't want us to sit here crying all the time and being depressed." She smiled at the little boy. "Life moves on. That's the way it has to be." Paul and I decided that Jen and Kasen needed to stay with us. She really didn't want to. She thought she would be a burden on us, so we convinced her to stay with us just for a while. New Years Eve 1 year later Chapter 8 Over a year had passed and Jennifer was doing fine. She and Kasen moved home and had adjusted fairly well. She was determined to carry on and make a happy life for her and her son. Paul and I were throwing a huge New Years Eve bash and we invited everyone. We hired a nanny to watch kids and Jen came over to get ready for the party. At 7 p.m., our friends began to show up. Stacy came with Adam {Edge} and they were already half drunk Dave Batista walked in and kissed Jen and I both on the cheek and walked over to Paul shaking his hand. We were having a great time. Jennifer and Dave were in a world all of there own. It was good to see her so happy. We all were pretty much wasted by the time the clock struck midnight. I gave Paul a huge kiss and looked over at Jen, who was kissing Dave. About 10 the next morning, I woke up and went to the kitchen to make breakfast. Paul walked in. "Hey baby, where's the Tylenol?" I laughed at him. "Looks like those Jell-O shots got to you last night. I dunno who took more shots, you or Stacy." "Well, she kept egging me on," he said. "It's her fault." I kissed his cheek and handed him the Tylenol. Stacy walked in the kitchen, still in a t-shirt and panties. "Leslie, I need headache pills. My head is throbbing so bad." She looked at Paul. "Damn you and your Jell-O shots! It's all your fault." "No it's not, Stacy. It was your idea." She just gave him a look. "I'm going back to bed. Don't wake me up, PLEASE!" We laughed as she went upstairs. I made Paul's plate and gave him a kiss. "I'm going to shower, babe." On my way up, I passed a bedroom with Jennifer in it. I went in to wake her up and I saw Dave beside her. I covered my mouth and walked out shutting the door behind me. I took my shower and went to get dressed. Paul was lying on the bed and I told him what I saw. "Well, babe, she has to move on," he said. "She needs a man in her life." He got up and headed for the shower. "Come join me." He took my hand and kissed me. "I just got a shower." He gave me his puppy face. "Fine. Get in the tub and I'll give you a bath, you big baby." He got in and got the water really hot. He got in and went beneath the surface. He came up and kissed me, pulling me to him, taking off my robe as my body slid into the water. "Ah, Shit! The water is too hot!" I ran some cold water as he kissed the back of my neck. "Ok, enough cold," he said. "You're gonna freeze my googol off." I laughed as he continued to kiss me. He turned me facing him and I kissed him, rubbing my soapy hands all over his huge chest. I kissed him as I stroked his cock. He moaned out and laid back. He took my breast in his hand and was sucking them both as he fingered my pussy and ass. I cried out his name loudly as he flipped me over, taking me from behind. He started slow, but got harder and faster as he went. "OH GOD, PAUL!" "Shhh, Leslie, quiet! You're going to wake up the whole house." With each stroke, he pounded me harder and water was going all over the bathroom floor. He pulled out of my pussy and slid the head of his huge cock into my ass. It hurt like hell. He moaned out "OH, God, your ass is fucking tight as a fist, baby." He finally got the head all the way in and he began to put his entire cock all the way in. I was squirming and moaning out his name. I was in pure bliss and he was holding on to my tits and pounding my ass as hard as he could. "Here it comes, baby," he said. I felt his jiz shoot into me several times. He fell on top of me, kissing the back of my neck. "That was great, baby." I smiled at him, kissing him deeply. I looked at him. "We better go get the boys." We passed by Jen's room and we could hear her and Dave. Paul looked at me. "Uhh, did they sleep in there together?" "Yes, and I'm sure I'll hear all about it as soon as she comes out," I told him. We picked up the kids and came home. When we walked in, Jennifer and Dave were eating some lunch. Kasen ran over to her. "MOMMA, MOMMA!" She picked him up and kissed his cheeks. Dave reached over and took him. "Hey Champ." He sat him down. Jen looked at Dave, smiling, and leaned over, kissing him. She stood up and took my hand. "Come on! I got to talk to you," she said. We walked out of the kitchen and went to the living room. She looked at me. "Dave and I had sex last night." "I know," I told her. "I walked past the room and saw you two in bed." She looked at me, kind of shocked. "I hope we weren't too loud." I laughed. "Well, I guess Paul and I were getting loud this morning, too." "You think I'm rushing into a relationship with Dave to soon?" "Jen, Chris has been gone for over a year now. He would want you to move on and be happy." I hugged her. "You're right," she said. "It's time to let him go. I have to move on. It's a new year and I'm starting a new life with my son." "You won't be alone, Jennifer." We turned around and Dave was standing there and hugged her. "I'd love to start a life with you and Kasen, if you want I mean. She smiled at him. "I'd love it," she told him. "I really would." They kissed and Paul walked behind me, he walked me to kitchen and I sat down looking at him. "What's your take on this?" "I dunno," he said, shrugging his shoulders. "It's up to Jennifer. I mean, she needs to make a life for her and Kasen and Dave makes her happy." I sat in his lap. "I just hope he makes her as happy as you make me." He smiled and kissed me. "You make me happy too, baby." A few months later, Dave and Jennifer took Kasen on a trip to Disney World. They got back in time for the next PPV. Jen sat in the locker room with me telling me about the trip. Dave came in. "Hey, Cupcake. It's time to go." She stood up. "Lets go, Mr. Animal." She took his hand and they walked out. Paul walked in and he had just beat Orton, who Jennifer never forgave for killing Chris. Paul looked at me. "Did you see me beat the hell out of Randy out there?" "Yes, I did," I smiled, standing up, holding my huge stomach. He kissed me and then leaned down and kissed my tummy. "She's my lucky charm," talking about our unborn baby girl. I laughed. He smiled, "I'm headed to the shower want to join me?" "Nope, I'm watching this last match." Dave pinned Chris Benoit, winning the Inter-continental championship. Jennifer got in the ring kissing him. He got a mic. Paul came in still in a towel. "What is he doing?" "Hell if I know." He looked at Jennifer. "Baby, I love you. You are my life. The happiest moments wouldn't be complete if you were not by my side." Paul and I looked at each other, shocked, as Dave pulled out a huge ring and knelt down. "Jennifer, you and Kasen are my whole life and I would love to be your husband and Kasen's father. Will you marry me?" She shook her head yes and he stood up, hugging her and giving her a huge kiss. The crowd went wild and backstage all the Superstars were hooting and hollering. They made there way backstage and were congratulated by everyone. We met them at the door and I gave Jennifer a huge hug and then hugged Dave. Paul did the same. Jen looked at me. "Feel like being a maid of honor in a few months?" I smiled. "I'd love to!" I hugged her again. She asked Stacy to be a bridesmaid and, of course, she said yes." Weeks passed and it was the day of the wedding. I was due at anytime and was huge. Paul and I woke up and I was in the shower when a pain hit me. It was over-whelming for about two minutes. Paul looked at me. "Baby, are you ok? You need to get to the ER? Is it time?" "No, I'm fine. It was just a small pain," I lied. Paul dressed Dominic in his little tux, as I got dressed. I had about 3 pains hit me during that time. We got to the church and I went in and helped Jennifer get ready. While I was zipping her up, a hard pain hit me and I had to sit and breathe through it. Stacy looked at me. "You want me to get Paul?" "NO! I'm fine Stacy. It's all right." Jennifer looked at me. "Really, I'm fine. Just fake labor, I'm sure." We got ready and Paul walked in and looked at Jen. He hugged her. "You look beautiful. Are you ok, baby? You look pale." He kissed me. "Paul, I'm fine." "Ok." he said. "Let's go. It's time." I was supposed to go down first but I had a pain. Jennifer looked at me. "Are you sure you're ok?" "I'll be fine. I just need to get through the wedding and then I'll deal with it." I walked down, as I did, I was breathing through a really hard pain. The wedding march played and Ric walked her down the aisle. I had two more pains as they took their vows. Bro. Eric Peyton, the preacher, announced them and Mr. and Mrs. Dave Michael Batista walked down the aisle. Paul took my arm and looked at me. "Baby, are you alright?" I stopped in the center of the aisle. "We have to .................. my water just broke." Paul looked at me. "Oh Hell," he yelled. "Ric! GET OUR CAR! HER WATER JUST BROKE!" A few hours went by, it seemed like forever. My labor was hard. Jennifer and Dave walked in. She came to the bed in the middle of a labor pain. I panted, "Why... are...you ... not.... on your honeymoon??" I squeezed Paul's hand. She looked at me. Dreams "Because I wanted to be here for you. We'll go after the baby get here." Fourteen hours later, Brooklynn Fallon Levesque was born, weighing in at 5 pound 2 ounces. She was little bitty, but healthy. Paul held her and smiled. "Look at my princess." He had tears in his eyes as he handed her to me. She was absolutely perfect. I held her and gave her kisses. Jennifer smiled and took her. "Hey, sweet pea," she cooed. "You're so tiny!" She kissed her and looked at Dave, who had just walked in. He hugged Paul and then kissed me on the cheek. He walked over to Jennifer and looked at Brooklynn. "Are they all so tiny?" Paul smiled at him. "Nope, Dominic was 9 pounds." "Damn, I hope ours isn't that huge." I looked at Jennifer. "Something you wanna tell me?" She looked at Dave and smiled. Dave had a huge grin on his face. "We're pregnant! She's due in August." He hugged her and gave her a kiss. Paul shook Dave's hand. "That's great, man." He gave Jennifer a hug. He was holding Brooke when Stacy brought Dominic in the room. "Here's the big brother," she said. He climbed on the bed with me and gave me a kiss. "You okay, mommy?" Paul handed me the baby. "Here, Dominic. Here's your baby sister." He gave her a tender kiss on the head and said, "I love you, Brookie." We all broke out in Awe's. It was a sweet moment. Jen stood up. "Well, we better go. It's getting late." Paul walked them to their car. He came back up and got Dominic to take him home so they could go to bed. "No, Daddy! I stay with Mommy and Brookie." "No, Dom. You're going home with daddy and going to bed." Paul looked at me. "I can't bear to leave you and the baby alone." "We will be fine." He kissed me and i got kisses from Dom, and he had to kiss his baby sister. Paul held Brooklynn. "Goodnight, sweetheart." He kissed her. He looked at me. "She smiled at me," he told me. "I'll be here in the morning to have breakfast with my girls." He gave me one last kiss and left. Chapter 9 Two weeks came and went. Dave and Jennifer came back from their honeymoon and came to our house for dinner the night they came back. Jennifer and I were sitting at the kitchen table talking and she was showing me pictures of the honeymoon in Greece. She held up one. "Look at this one. Dave thinks he's a Greek god." I looked at it he was beside a statue of Zeus doing a pose. I laughed. "That man has got problems," I said. We laughed. Dave walked in asking what was so funny. We looked at him and told him nothing. I finished up dinner and we ate. After dinner, we got the boys down to bed and watched a movie. Dave sat in the rocking chair rocking Brooklynn. Paul went to get her and lay her in the crib, but Dave refused to give her up. "She fine where she is! Besides, I need the practice." Jennifer smiled at him as he reached over and patted her stomach. After we watched the movie, they got ready to leave. We told them to just leave Kasen here since he was already asleep. Dave smiled. "Can we take Brooklynn home with us?" "Dave, are you insane? She's too young. Besides, she's breastfed and you would have to bring her home in a few hours." He smiled and kissed her tiny head. "Well, I guess we will have to wait for a few months." The next morning, Kasen woke up crying for his daddy, so I called Dave. Dave said he would be there in a few minutes. Kasen was waiting at the window beside the door for Dave. When he walked in, Kasen jumped into his arms. "DADDY!" He kissed him. "Hey champ." He carried him out to the car and put him in the car seat. I watched and smiled, knowing that Chris would be very proud that his son was being taken care of and loved by Dave as if he was his own child. As they drove off, I gave a wave. Months passed and Brooklynn was almost walking and Jennifer was almost due. We were sitting outside watching the boys swim. I picked up Brooklynn and went inside to lay her down for an afternoon nap. I heard Jen scream. "Leslie! GET DOWN HERE! Quick!" I ran down the stairs and to the pool where Jennifer was standing in a puddle of water. She looked at me. "Leslie, call Dave! My water just broke!" I got the kids out of the pool and called Dave. Paul was with him and they rushed home. When they got there, she was already having pains and I had her at the kitchen table as I got the boys dressed. Dave ran in. "BABY, OH MY GOD, Jennifer," he kissed her. "Ok baby, easy now. Let's get to the car." Paul helped Dave get her into the car and we all headed to the hospital. Six hours later, Isabella Hope Batista was born by Caesarean. Paul and I stayed in the waiting room with all 3 kids. Dave came out to tell us that all was well. Paul and I hugged him. Dave picked up Kasen and hugged him. He looked at us. "I can't believe we have another baby to love." We all walked to the nursery to see the baby. I smiled at Dave. "She looks just like you." He smiled and the nurse brought her to the window and held her up so we could get a better look. Later, we went in to see Jennifer, who was awake and holding Isabella. I walked over to her and gave her a hug. "How do you feel?" She smiled. "I'm fine." Dave walked in carrying Kasen. "MOMMY!" He put his arms out and Jennifer took him. He looked at his baby sister and kissed her head. Months passed and Jen came back on the road with us. Kasen and Dominic were hell raisers, always being mean. Well, on this night they decided to pick on Torrie Wilson whom Dominic, for some reason, could not stand. Torrie was in her locker room asleep. Suddenly, I heard a loud scream. Dominic and Kasen took off out of that locker room like bats out of hell. Torrie came out screaming, chasing them. She was soaked with water. "COME HERE, YOU LITTLE SONS OF BITCHES." We came out and I grabbed her and threw her into the wall. "You need to calm your blond ass the fuck down. Who do you think you are cussing our kids?" She looked at me. "Look what those demon spawn kids of yours did to me! They poured cold water on me!" Paul looked at her and laughed. "That's what you get for picking on two kids." I got in her face. "Now, fuck off, Blondie. If I EVER hear you cussing our kids again, I'll DRAG YOU in that ring and BEAT YOU TO DEATH! NOW GET OUTTA HERE." Dominic walked up. "Yeah, that's right! I'm the game and I that damn good." We all just started to laugh and Torrie looked at him. "You're not shit, boy." I grabbed her and threw her into a wall and started to beat the hell out of her. It took Paul, Dave, and Adam to pull me off of her. She was bleeding and crying. Paul picked me up kicking and cussing and carried me to the locker room. He sat me on the couch. "Ok, calm down." Paul looked at me. "Have you lost your mind?" "Paul, she was picking on two little kids and I won't let her get away with that." Jennifer walked in with the boys laughing. Shawn Michaels carried Torrie to the trainer. Her nose is broken. I rolled my eyes. Paul walked behind me and kissed my neck. "Damn, baby! Seeing you beat her ass got me horny as hell. That was very sexy." I turned around kissing him. Jennifer looked at Dave. "This is where we leave the room." She pushed him out as Paul laid me on the couch kissing my neck. We were kissing when Eric Bischoff walked in. He cleared his throat and said, "Leslie, I need to speak to you." Paul got off of me and I stood up. "Well, I heard what happened with Torrie and I can't say I blame you," he smiled. "I'll get to the point. I want you to be a Raw Diva. You have skills and Paul here can train you, that is, if you want." It took me a couple of seconds to catch my breath. Jennifer and Dave just walked back in and heard everything Eric said. I looked at Paul. "Go for it, babe! Eric is right, ya know. You would be a great diva." Jennifer looked at me. "You always said you could get in that ring and kick ass." "Well, who would train me?" "I will and Dave will help me. "But what about Dominic and Brooklynn? Who's going to take care of them?" "We're all gonna help." Jennifer hugged me. "This has been your dream for years. Stop chasing it and start to live it." I looked at Eric and shook his hand. "Well, Mr. Bischoff looks like the WWE has a new Diva." CHAPTER 10 A few weeks had past and Paul had me in the ring every day. I was sore, bruised, and tired. "Baby, let's take a break," he said. "You look tired." I sat down in the ring. Eric came out and got in the ring. "You have your first match tonight with Trish Stratus for the Women's Championship." I sat there unable to speak. Paul smiled at me. I hugged Paul and we left the ring to go to the locker rooms. We ran into Dave and Jennifer back stage and I told them what was going on. Jen looked at me. "What are we waiting for? We got to go shopping for you an outfit to wear tonight." We went shopping and ran into Trish at Saks Fifth Avenue. She stalked up to us and pointed at me. "Who the hell do you think you are? Just because you're HHH's wife, do you honestly believe you can get in a ring and beat me?" "No, Trish. I know I can beat you, and I will tonight. Now if you will excuse me, I have shopping to do." We walked past her. She just gave us a dirty look and walked on. Later that night, we were in the locker room. I was preparing myself. Jen was giving me a pep talk. I kissed the kids and walked to the curtain. Paul looked at me. "It's going to be fine." "I know, baby. I'm so nervous." My music hit and Paul hit me on the ass. "Go win some gold, champ." I kissed him and headed to the ring. The crowd cheered for me and Trish's music hit. She came down the ramp, carrying her belt across her arm. She got into the ring and the match started. After what seemed like a lifetime, I heard the ref hit the mat…1…2...3… he raised my hand in the air and handed me the Women's Championship belt. I held it and cried. Paul ran out to the ring, kissing me. He picked me up and spun me around. "YOU WON," he yelled over the crowd. "YOU WON BABY!" I was crying. Jen and Dave were at the curtain. As soon as we came through, Jen hugged me "OH MY GOD, Leslie! This is SO UN BELAVABLE," she was crying. I was still crying and I held my kids and kissed them both. Everything I had ever dreamed of had come true. My life was complete; I was totally in love with the man of my dreams, and became a WWE Diva and Woman's Champion. That night Paul and I flew home to N.H. We laid our babies down to sleep and Paul and I went to our bedroom. As I fell asleep in his arms, he kissed me goodnight. "I love you, Leslie." I woke up. "Leslie, get up! We're going to be late." I opened my eyes and Jennifer was sitting on the bed beside me. "Where are Paul and Dave and the kids?" She looked confused. "You must have been having a dream, honey." I sat up and looked around. I was at my house in my bed. I ran to look outside. I started crying. Jennifer walked over to me and hugged me. "What's the matter?" "It was a dream. All of it. I'm not married to HHH and your not married to Dave Batista and neither of us have kids." She smiled at me. "No, sweetheart." I looked at her. "I can't believe I dreamt that I was married to HHH. It was so wonderful," I sighed. Jen looked at me. "You better get ready. There is a huge blizzard coming and we need to get supplies." We got in the truck and as we drove back, we noticed a black Durango flipped over on the side of the road.......... ~~Fin~~ Dreams Eyes closed, you have wrapped up for the day. Walking to the car and the boring drive home, thinking the whole way you need excitement in your life again. A fire that burns with you that you can not define fueled by unknown energies that defy even your close observations. You feel the heat of it spreading through you, thinking once again that you need to get out more. Sitting in your car feeling the vibrations of the engine, you close your eyes yet again. Not meaning to, but with no control you slip into a nap. Wild dreams flood from within your mind, faces half remembered from college or high school, waking with a start you realize you are still in your car. Sitting in the parking lot of work, the sun setting in the west as you look out at the empty lot. There you see someone leaning against the gate, waiting for you to leave. Feeling foolish, putting the car in drive you easy out of the lot. A small wave to the worker who has waited for you to leave as he closes the gate behind you. He does not wave back as you pull out on the main road. Entering the freeway as nightfall's over the city, you wonder why you fell asleep in the car so quickly. Those dreams dredged from a past best forgotten when it was fun to stay up late, talk with friends, go to parties. Just then you see him, sitting next to freeway, a small sign of cardboard held out. Looking at it, your mind does not comprehend it your name on the sign, written in black marker. Feeling as if in a haze you pull over, not knowing why. You see him in the rear view mirror as he approaches the car. "Hello Leigh, I have been waiting for you." Smiling as he looks at you through the open door. Finding yourself unable to speak, you motion him in to the car, pulling out onto the freeway as soon as he shuts the door. "Who are you?" the question leaves your lips before you even know you have asked. Smiling he just looks at you or rather seems to look at your soul. "All in time Leigh." Staring out the window slight smile parts his lips, fueling the fire with in you to greater heights. All you do is wonder that you have picked up this stranger that seems to know you, yet you feel no fear. Just the fire burning with in you, your heart pumping ever loader in your ears. Everything about him screams to you that you are in danger, you calmly drive to a place you have seen but never stopped, would never stop at it in the light of day. Dark windows stare out at an even darker sky, parking next to a small door he motions for you to follow. Standing just outside the door you watch as he disappears into the buildings inner darkness. Following you are plunged into darkness, turning around you see the door has closed. Straining to hear his footsteps, all you hear is silence. No traffic sounds, not even the rustle of small animals you are sure are there in the darkness. As your eyes adjust you can make out the wide-open space you stand in, the softness of the carpet you stand on. Of something moving toward you, just the hint of movement. "May I take your coat, Leigh? Hands remove your coat before you can answer. Slowly you feel guided to a chair, that is not a chair. The glow of a cigarette suddenly appears across from you, but you smell no smoke. Straining to see who or what is smoking so close to you, seeing nothing you give it up. "Who are you and what is this place?" Asking the glow. "This is my home, one of many scattered through out the world. As for who I am, you already know." The answer has come from right behind you. Strong hands begin to massage your shoulders; working out a tension you had not realized was there. "We have talked in dreams many a night. Your needs have never been meet you have told me." Hearing a smile in the voice, you relax into the massage. Finding it is not a chair at all but some kind of low-backed couch you sit on you stretch out enjoying the touch, the fire within burning higher. Slowly at first the tension leaves you, sliding off your shoes you turn into his hands as he massages with great care the knots in your shoulders and upper back. Without thinking you remove your blouse and bra giving him access to your back. Kneading the muscles of your lower back with expert care, you wish he would answer, or say something to you as he goes. Tell you at least why you are here. "Do you wonder why you are here?" Almost as if he is reading your mind. "Yes" you answer softly as he lightly brushes the small of your back. "The experience you wish is here, all you have to do is agree." His hand slide gently up your sides brushing you're the sides of your breasts. "Tonight is for you Leigh. You have power here that you know not, all I ask is you submit and let things happen." A hand brushes through your hair, sending shivers through your body. "I submit to what ever may come." Smiling you answer. "Please say so if anything is uncomfortable to you, this is for your safety, as I may take you to places you have never seen." Gentle touches to your cheek telling you are safe here. "Yes I will" almost a whisper as you feel your skirt come off your body, wondering if he will be gentle or firm. Strong hands gently caress you, touching you here and there. Exploring your skin, skimming over the surface as if it will break. Tracing the outline of your lips with a single finger, flowing down to your jaw line, your neck. Feeling his hands brush your nipples a small moan escaping your lips. Floating on your island of pleasure, lifting your body to meet his hand, trying to press into it; feeling its roughness upon your breast. Catching you by surprise, he takes your nipple between two fingers and giving it a slight squeeze. Pleasure surging through your body, the fire burning white hot now. "Yes!" escapes your lips As if he has known you forever, gently he kisses you, as if he is made of smoke. Tenderly on the lips, before biting you lightly on the neck. Small growls escaping from deep with in his throat, thrusting you into ecstasy. Slowly working his way down to your breasts, nibbling lightly, kissing the skin below them. You try to grab his head, finding you are bound fast at the wrist. Lower still he kisses, arching at every touch. Trying to push against his body, then you feel it. His tongue darts out, parting you slightly, sending you almost over the edge. Moans growls and screams of pleasure mix in your throat, his own growls seem top be reaching deeper with in you, releasing the fire with in. Deeper his tongue darts into you, never quite penetrating you, none the less sending you closer the edge. You feel his hands on your breasts, warm breath felt on your inner thigh, tongue sliding into you, as your body seems to explode in pleasure. Racked with waves of ecstasy you arch upward to meet him, growls of pleasure escaping your throat. Falling back against the couch, almost exhausted, you feel him next to you as a slight weight on the couch. The bindings removed, you move to look at him. Shadowed in darkness you can not make out his features, feeling his breath you kiss him. No words can express what the kiss says. "Do you know who I am?" He asks after the kiss. "No I do not. Strange that I know your touch, but not your name." Smiling "Will you tell me who you are?" asking as you lay back against the couch and him. "In time I will tell you, for now you must return." You sense the smile in his voice. 'We shall meet again this way, there is much I can show you, for now this is enough. You have known pleasure now." he moves away from you, returning your clothes neatly folded. A sound like hail on glass greets her suddenly, tap, tap, tap, tap, and bright light as she opens her eyes. Flashlight shining in through her window. A security guard asking if she ok. Car still running as she opens the window a crack. "I am fine Mike. Just over tired from work, must have drifted off for s bit." Smiling at him with a rye grin. "Ok saw your car running and didn't see you at first. Just making sure you are ok. Have a good not Leigh." Getting back in his car and driving toward the gate. The dream still fresh in her mind, the ghost of rough hands being so gentle, you shiver. "All a dream." You say to inside of your car. Sitting next to her, in the passenger seat are to roses. One white, one red, wrapped with a silver chain and a small card. On the card is written: "I think Poe said it best," "All we see or seem are but a dream within a dream. The fire you possess will burn brightly forever." Repeating the phrase over to yourself, you smile and drive home. Knowing you will meet him again. Dreams Marie sat staring blankly at the monitor. It had been a life long dream of hers to visit Egypt. The ancient histories, the mysteries surrounding the legends of Pharos and Queens and of course the magnificent Pyramids have always been an enticement for her. Then her thoughts traveled over the many months of chat she had with her dear friend Adel. An Egyptian doctor, they met in a depression chat room, she had been feeling down that day and more then a little overwhelmed by her lack of sleep. She remembered smiling wondering if he truly was a doctor as his screen name suggested and approached him with caution. He assured her he was and in time she secretly quizzed his knowledge of all things medical until she felt secure that he was who he said he was. Pulling her mind out of the reverie she glanced back at the monitor and saw Adel's soul piercing brown eyes staring right back at her, she felt a twinge of guilt. 'I can always find a wi-fi connection when I land and email him,' she thought to herself. With any luck his excitement at her proximity will over shadow any hurt he might feel at her not telling him of her plans. She never thought it would be possible for her to visit Egypt let alone meet her Arabian Knight so she always securely tucked him away in the back of her mind as a hot fantasy. When she won the all expense paid trip her first thought was to make dream a reality. She cared less about her childhood dream and more about fulfilling the dream that nights of hot erotic talk had created, but fear seized her and she boarded the plane with out telling him she was coming. The fasten seatbelt sign dinged indicating final approach. Marie put her laptop safely under the seat in front of her and prepared for landing. She sat back in her seat and closed her eyes trying to calm the mixture of uncertainty excitement and dread that rolled through her nerves. Her eyes popped open with terror when she heard the explosion. Screams of horror filled her ears as she strained to figure out what had happen. The stewards were running up and down the aisle trying to calm the passengers but the fear reflected on their own faces. The nose of the plane dove down as the pilot lost altitude, looking out the window she could see the smoke and flames from the wing. Rather then fearing death Marie felt a great sadness. She would never have the opportunity to hold Adel in her arms. The last thing she saw in her mind was his magnificent eyes so deeply chocolate and heart melting, she whimpered his name as darkness over took her; the plane crashed into the runway. Adel was just getting ready to leave the hospital when the call came in. A plane had crashed there were several casualties and even more injuries. They needed all available personnel to stay. Trauma was not Adel's field of expertise but orthopedic surgery was. Considering the magnitude of the crash there was bound to be more then a few broken bones to mend. As he expected, 30hrs had brought him many fractured and shattered limbs, a couple of broken vertebra and a crushed pelvis. This was just the bone injuries. The crash had been devastating and the final total still unknown. Adel went to the lounge to crash when his pager went off yet again. Grabbing a quick cup of coffee to fight the fatigue that was setting in, he went to the ICU to respond to the latest page. Adel entered the room indicated on his page to see a beautiful woman that looked remarkably similar to his Marie. Fatigue must be playing tricks on my mind; he thought to himself, Marie is safe in America. He looked at the chart for his Jane Doe but none of her injuries required his services. It was obvious she had deep wounds in her thigh and abdomen that would require daily care and several first degree burns on her back, she otherwise seemed to be in good health. "One of the lucky ones," he surmised, however the dread in his gut would not go away. He stared at her chestnut hair frazzled and singed from the fire but still as beautiful as the woman he came to care for so deeply. Her white skin look even paler after her heroin ordeal but it was still the same porcelain shade he had spent many nights staring at on his monitor. The lips split open with a small blister to the side appeared to be the same small thin mouth that his Marie teased him with frequently. His body was screaming in response to this helpless creature. The soft curves of her full body splayed nearly naked in front of him caused his cock to take notice. Shaking his head, he left the room. "It is just not possible," he muttered to himself, "she just looks like her that is all. I will go home and find my princess waiting for me with her favorite toys to drive me to a heated frenzy." He walked over to the nurses' station to inquire about the page he received "This patient does not require an orthopedic consult. Why have you paged me?" "She was calling out a name in her sleep. At first, we could not make it out but then it sounded like Adel. We were searching for identification in her pockets hoping by chance she had held onto her passport, but no such luck. We found a photo of a young man." The nurse looked at him unsure, "it's you," she said handing him the photo. Adel stood their speechless. He held onto a picture of him sitting among satin pillows. The backdrop was of Egyptian pyramids. His skin oiled he only wore sandals and a white towel. His pose among the pillows was very erotic. The picture had been a birthday present for Marie meant only for her eyes. Adel's eyes got wide in horror; this could only mean one thing his Marie was laying helpless in that bed. "Doctor who is she? Whom should we notify for treatment? Doctor? Doctor? You ok?" The nurse called after him as he absently walked back into the room. He sat down next to her bed and wept. How had this happen? How had he not known she was coming? Why was she on that plane? A million questions flew through his brain and not a single answer. Anger and fear over took Adel's rational mind. He got up and flew back out to the nurses' station. "I want a full work up, blood, body scan, x-rays, any and all tests we are capable of in this hospital and I want them all done NOW," he demanded as he began to pace back and forth like a caged animal. His body tensed up, he clenched his fist, gritted his teeth and let out a low growl that escalated into a feral cry of anguish. He stormed off to his office in search of solitude. Sitting behind his desk, Adel turned on the computer. Apart of him hoped that Marie would be waiting for him on messenger. He wanted this all to be some cosmic joke and that his Marie was safe and sitting behind her computer patiently waiting for him to get off work. His heart sunk into his chest when not only did he not find her online but also there was no message from her in his inbox. His fatigue-ridden body gave out and he fell asleep at his desk. A knock at his door startled him awake, "Come in," he mumbled. Dr. Siddiqui came in worry lines creasing his aging face, "You have the ICU nurses all in a tizzy. What has come over you? Since when do we run useless tests?" Sighing he continued, "This Jane Doe has already had all the tests done that she needs. If you had bothered to read her chart, you would have known that. She was distraught and calling out in her sleep. I gave her medication so she could sleep peacefully and heal. Again you would have known that had you just read her chart." "I did read her chart before... before I knew who she was," Adel replied looking away. "You are right I behaved foolishly and with out cause. Please all I ask is that you keep me well informed of her condition. I want you to notify me the moment she wakes up. I realize this is not my case but please this is personal." "You know this young lady?" Dr. Siddiqui raised his eyebrow in surprise. "She was once but a dream to me and some how Allah has seen fit to drop her from the sky and leave her battered and torn at my feet. Her name is Marie. Marie Van-Heusen. Please just let me know of any changes. I promise to stay out of the way and not interfere in her care." Dr Siddiqui looked at his young colleague. He couldn't help but see the deep sorrow in his eyes. This young woman obviously meant a great deal to him. "Allah has spared her my friend. She is a bit broken up but nothing that will not mend in time. She will need a lot of strength to endure the pain. Some how I think she will find this from you. Support her, stay by her side and remember she is a gift from the heavens." With that, Dr. Siddiqui left Adel's office. Twenty minutes later Adel was sitting by Marie's side watching her sleep peacefully. Despite her injuries, he thought Marie was more beautiful in person. To him she was a breath taking vision of beauty. Her large mass only increased his desire for her. Who ever said thin was beautiful had never met this woman. "Dr. Adel," a nurse interrupted his thoughts, "the airline has sent over the flight manifest with the names assigned to each seat. It also includes emergency contact information for each passenger. The airline would like us to indicate which passengers we have in our care and their condition. They also encourage us to call the families if we need more medical information to aide in treatment. They did say they would call each family personally as soon as we got them the information they needed to tell the families. You need to go through and find your patients names and add them to their charts. Dr. Siddiqui also asked that you contact Marie's family since you know the patient." "Adding a name to charts is not my job or responsibility, I will be more then happy to give the airline limited information on each passenger, however it breaks confidentiality to list for them all the injuries. The families will have to contact us to find out the condition of their loved ones. Please give me the number for Marie's family. I will make this call priority. Her beautiful daughter needs to know her mother will be fine. That poor child has had enough misfortune in her young life." Adel took the number from the nurse and returned to his office. He has had to make many difficult calls as a doctor but none more heart wrenching than the call he was about to make. His hand shook as he dialed the over seas number. Taking a few deep breaths, he tried to calm himself while the phone rang. "Hello," said the sleepy female voice on the other end. It must be the middle of the night over their Adel thought to himself. He had lost all track of day and time since the plane crash. "Hello, my name is Dr. Adel. I am a doctor at Cairo Hospital. Please do not get upset, Bethany will need you to remain strong. There was a plane crash and Marie was injured. She will be fine her injuries are not life threatening." Adel tumbled all the information out before he could let the poor woman speak. He feared that if he did not get it all out quickly his own emotions would take over. How could he expect her to remain calm if he was upset himself? "W what are you talking about? Wait, how did you know my granddaughter's name? Is this some sort of joke?" The confusion and disbelief in her voice was slowly turning to anger. "Mrs. Van-Heusen, I assure you this is no joke. I would never joke about something as serious as Marie's health. I know Bethany's name because Marie has told me about her. She adores that little girl and I don't want her unduly upset her when her mother is going to be fine. Please, I understand how upsetting this all must be. If you need to come to her then I can arrange for you and your family to stay at my place while Marie recovers. She will not be fit for travel for some time yet." Adel sighed and tried to rub the tension out of his neck while he tried to calm Marie's mother. He himself was not feeling very calm now. "You just said she was fine, that she told you about Bethany, how could she not be fit for travel? I want to speak to my daughter right now." This was not going as well as he hoped it would, and now it was about to get worse. "I am sorry you cannot speak with her at the moment. She is in a drug-induced coma to help her remain calm and heal. She was very distraught when they brought her in. Even in her unconscious state, she was mumbling and combative. Her injuries are not life threatening as I mentioned before. A few first-degree burns and some rather deep gashes in her leg and abdomen, they will be packed and clean daily so the wound heals from the inside out to minimize infection," taking a deep breath Adel decides to come clean with Marie's mother. "I know Bethany's name, not because she told me here in the hospital, but because she speaks of her frequently when we chat online. I know you knew nothing of me nor does Bethany, Marie just needed an escape and she found it in chatting with me. For the life of me, I cannot figure out how I didn't know she was going to be on that plane. I don't suppose you know why she was coming to Egypt." "She won an all expense paid trip. She was going to be in Egypt for two weeks. It was a life long dream of hers; she was so excited but a bit confused and almost sad. I assumed it was because she had never left Bethany for that long of a period before. I had no idea it was over a man. I want to come to my daughter but I do not have a passport for Bethany nor can I get one with out Marie. There is nobody that can care for Bethany in my absence, so I am afraid I cannot come sit with my daughter. Will you please keep me updated daily on her condition?" "I will personally call you when ever there is any change. Based on her injuries Marie will be released from the hospital before she is clear for travel. I will arrange for her to stay with me and I will tend to her injuries personally. I promise she will be taken care of well. Please do not let Bethany know there is trouble. She needs to believe her mother is here on vacation. I will have souvenirs bought so that Marie may still bring them home for her. If there is anything you need please do not hesitate to contact me and ask." Adel could not help but feel a twinge of excitement at the thought of Marie staying at his place while she recovers. "Thank you Dr. Adel, goodbye" There is a knock at the door as Adel hung up the phone. "Doctor Marie is awake, Dr. Siddiqui sent me to get you." Adel leaped up and ran through the halls to Marie's room. He stood in the doorway watching her for a moment. She looked lost, confused and sad. "Please nurse, I need a computer, I need to send an email. He doesn't know I am here. I have nobody my family is in the U.S. Please you don't understand he won't know to look for me if I don't tell him." Tears started to spill down her cherub face. "I am sorry miss we do not have computers that the patients can access. It will just have to wait. If you give me this gentleman's phone number I will be happy to call him for you." The nurse was firm but polite. "I... I don't have his number, I never had need for it before now," Marie began to sob. Adel knew it was him she wanted to contact and he couldn't let her suffer any longer. Walking into the room, he looked at Marie but spoke to the nurse. "Nurse, go to my office and get my laptop, let this woman contact her friend. She needs to have peace of mind if she is to heal," Adel said with a huge grin on his face as Marie stared at him in disbelief. "Adel, how... how did you know I was here? Oh, my God I am so sorry, I should have told you I was coming. I should have emailed you or something. You must hate me for finding out this way. I am so sorry." Marie began to sob into her hands Adel sat on the bed next to her and pulled her into his arms. "Sshh, Marie there will be none of that. You have no reason to be upset. You are here and you are safe, for me nothing else matters." Adel held her until her sobs subsided. "I do not understand, how did you find out I was here?" Marie looked into Adel's chocolate pools with her own sky blue orbs. "You were calling a name in your sleep and when they searched for identification they found the picture you had of me in your pocket. They realized I was the one you were calling, so they paged me to your room. I have been monitoring you ever since." Adel leaned forward and kissed Marie on the forehead. "You were lucky many did not survive the crash and of those that did they had extensive injuries. Allah spared you, my angel." "The airline will notify my family, my mother must be worried sick. I have got to call her." Panic creased her bruised face again. The pain caused Marie to whence. "Now I see why you are so stressed all the time. You need to rest. I have already called and spoken with your mother. She only wishes her daughter to get well and return home safely and in one piece. This I have promised her I will make my personal goal. I will brief her on any and all changes in your condition as needed the only thing you must do is get better. I have even promised souvenirs for Bethany upon your return. Now are there any other troubling thoughts in your pretty little head?" Adel began to examine his love while he spoke to her. Hoping to keep her distracted while, he looked at her wound. "Yeah, out of all the hospitals in Cairo how did I end up in yours? If my trip to Egypt is to be spent in a hospital then how am I going to get pictures and souvenirs for Bethany? OUCH! What in the hell are you doing that fucken hurts." Marie looked down to see Adel pulling something out of her leg. "I am sorry darling but the packing needs to be changed regularly to prevent infection. Sometimes it sticks to the tissue and causes pain during removal. I am trying to be as gentle as I can. Please do not look; I fear the sight is not very pretty." Adel said very apologetically as he continued to clean the gash in her leg. Sadness crossed his face," I have another on to tend to on your abdomen when I am through with your thigh. I am sorry if any of these causes you discomfort." "If it must be done, then it must be done. It does not mean I have to enjoy it. The only thing remotely enjoyable about it is the fact that you are the one here doing it. I get to stare at your handsome face and get lost in those eyes I have adored for the last year." Marie sighed and then continued, "Adel, I didn't tell you I was coming because I was scared. I was scared that if I saw you that I would never want to leave. I wasn't sure I could handle such a disappointment. I also feared that as much as you seem to enjoy me on the internet that you wouldn't enjoy me in person. That for you this was nothing more then a fantasy you wished not to make reality. I decided not to risk the magic we have online by clouding it with tangibility." Adel growled and he leaned close to her ear. "You have no idea how beautiful you are to me. If it were not for the fact that you were injured I would make love to you right here and now. It takes every ounce of my self-control not to devour your body. Your body is weak and needs all of its strength to heal, but I promise you the moment it is safe I will make you mine. Forget about what may or may not come of this. If this crash has taught either of us anything, it is, live for the now." Marie gasped as she felt him caress her breasts and nibble at her ear as he muttered these sweet things to her. She whimpered in disappointment when he stopped to tend to the wound on her abdomen. "That was cruel. How can you torture a helpless woman like that and return to your task leaving me hot and aching." She squirmed in the bed parting her thighs feeling the familiar throbbing from arousal. "I can smell your arousal; you are driving me into a heated frenzy. I fear my trousers shall be too tight to leave your room." Taking his ungloved hand, he runs it up and down the length of her pussy lips, being careful not to insert his fingers. He brings his hand up to his nose and sniffs. "You truly are very wet my dear. You smell divine. Good enough to eat." He punctuates his comment by licking her juices from his fingers. Dreams Gasping, she grasps his thigh and runs her hand up toward his groin. "You say I am not well enough to play and yet you sit here seducing me with hungry eyes and a tender touch. My pussy drips for you, it has since the day we met. Please Adel don't make me wait any longer." Marie reaches further and starts to stroke his long hard cock in his pants. "Oh, my God Marie, oh, that feels exquisite. Oh, please, you have to stop. If we continue, I could hurt you. The muscles in your thigh and abdomen are torn and the contractions from...umm...oh that feels....oh Marie. The contractions from orgasm could cause you pain and possibly further damage." He manages to pant out as she snakes her hand into his pants stroking his cock firmly. Adel leans forward and tenderly kisses his angel on the lips. Pulling away he says, "I am sorry I love you too much to hurt you. Allah has given me a precious gift when he dropped you here from the sky. It is my job to tend to you, not destroy you. Please forgive my weakness." Adel got up and walked out the room looking back at his beloved with much regret and sadness. As the week went on Adel came to tend to Marie's wounds, sat and talked with her about family, dreams, economy and anything that would come to mind. They were both careful to avoid the obvious sexual tension mounting between them. Then one afternoon Adel came in with Dr. Siddiqui. "My dear," Dr. Siddiqui started, "you appear to be healing nicely. I see our young doctor has taken fine care of you. I think that this afternoon I shall release you into his personal care. The wounds are starting to close the risk of infection is minimal now. In a few weeks, you will need to attend physical therapy to help you regain use and control over the muscles torn in the accident. First, we want to make sure the wound heals so that such exercise won't pull it back open. Do you have any questions?" "Yeah, how long am I staying? I have a child and a job that are expecting me. This was supposed to be a two-week vacation and now I am thousands of miles away from home, when can I return to the U.S.? Don't get me wrong I am thankful for everything that you both have done, but what about my daughter?" Marie felt torn between excitement and despair. She relished the idea of being alone with Adel finally, but she really missed her family and knew her daughter would worry if she did not come home as planned. Adel stepped up and sat on the edge of her bed. Taking her hand in his he spoke, "Darling, I know this is upsetting news, and of course we want you to return to Bethany but I made sure she knows nothing of your fate. To send you home only partly healed would alarm her unnecessarily. You can speak to her daily from my flat and assure her that you love her and that you have so much to see that you have extended your trip. I will make sure you have photos of grand places to show her even if they are from my own collection. I want you to be healthy so that you can take care of her when you return. I will take leave from the hospital and tend to you myself. I will get you a chair and take you to see things that are nearby so that you are not being deceitful with your girl." "I suppose if you both think it is best. The moment I am better I need to return home, deal?" "Good it is settled," announced Dr. Siddiqui. "I shall begin the discharge orders now and you shall be safe in his flat by dinner." Turning to Adel he continues, "I hope you keep your flat in better repair then your office. Shall I give you time to find a service to come clean it before, Miss Marie arrives?" "Ha ha, my home is clean thank you. My mother comes by weekly to make sure of it. She would be offended if I used a service. Now write her orders so I can take my darling home." Adel smiled as he kissed Marie on the forehead. "Sweets I need to go finish up some paper work and obtain you some clothes before we leave. I shall be back soon." Adel made sure Marie was comfortable on his couch before heading to his room to store the items he purchased for her. The crash had destroyed all personal effects creating the need for even the most basic essentials. 'When she is well enough I will take her to buy more clothes.' he thought to himself. "Adel, can you please come here?" Marie called from the other room pulling him from his thoughts. "Yes, dear, what did you need?" "Is it possible for me to bath? I have not been properly clean since I arrived. It just feels gross and smells bad." Marie blushed at the mention of her own stench. "You cannot submerge your wounds in hot soapy water. I tell you what I will get a bowl of hot water soap and a razor and clean you myself. Come let me put some towels on the bed and you can lay there while I clean you." Adel tried to remain calm and removed from the situation but the idea of Marie lying naked on his bed vulnerable sent a surge of blood through his body. After placing the towels on the bed and getting the necessary supplies, Adel removed his shirt before helping Marie to the bed. Setting her on the edge of the bed, he helped her remove each article of clothing. Unsure of what she prefers as undergarments Adel had only purchased some large shirts and pants that she could wear around the house until she could shop on her own. Removing her top revealed magnificent large milky white breasts adorned with very pink nipples and areola. This was a contrast to the darker skin of Arabian women and their brown nipples. Adel found this very erotic and fought the urge to bring the nipple to his watering mouth. He laid her back and removed her pants, exposing first, her large supple stomach. Then her untamed hairy bush came into view. Islamic women were clean-shaven in order to be ceremonial clean at all times. Adel, not turned off by the site of such massive pubic hair, ultimately felt it needed to go. He finished removing her pants to expose her beautiful thick thighs guarding access to the place he so wanted entrance too. Adel crawled up on the bed next to Marie. Leaning over her and pressing his engorged cock into her uninjured leg he growled, "You are so beautiful. If I could I would take you right now and lose myself in you." He leaned down and kissed her lips tenderly at first but as she responded to him, the kiss grew. She parted her lips; he invaded with his hot wet tongue. They began dueling back and forth searching for something, anything in the others mouth. Marie broke the kiss, "Adel, please, I want you more then I have wanted anybody in my life, but I smell foul and I cannot enjoy being with you or even near you until I am clean. Please bath me I promise I will reward you when you are done." "As you wish my lovely," he sat up grabbed the bowl of warm water and the rag. He gently squeezed the warm liquid down her body. Starting at the neck and working his way down her torso being careful to avoid the healing gash in her abdomen. After her body was nice and wet, Adel worked the soap up to lather on his hands. He began massaging her skin with his soapy hands. It was his goal to make this bath as enjoyable for both of them as he can. Marie moaned as she felt Adel's hands caress her neck and shoulders. He was gently kneading at her sore muscles. His hands kept moving working their way to the muscles on her chest. Another low growl escaped her lips. She had not realized how tight and sore her body was from the accident. Everything he did felt wonderful and so erotic. His hands slipped to soap her breasts, gently massaging and kneading the flesh. She gasped when he pulled at her nipples and tenderly squeezed them. Her back arched with the sensual pleasure coursing through her body. With some reluctance, Adel left Marie's chest and continued his slow luxurious massage on her arms and hands. Placing her arms above her head, he grabbed the razor and meticulously removed the unwanted hair. When he finished one he leaned down gently licking and kissing her freshly clean under arm. Marie whimpered in delight. He then moved to the other arm to do the same. When he finished the arms, he moved to her feet. First wetting them with the water from the bowl, he then gently rubbed them with his soapy hands. Marie labored for breath. Deep tissue foot massages had long since been a weakness for her. She felt her entire body relax and hum with desire. Marie arched her back and nearly bent in half backward when he placed one of her clean toes in his mouth and began suckling it. The tactile pleasure was almost more then she could handle. His hands continued to massage her calves as he sucked and nibbled each toe in turn. After finishing his slow menstruations on both legs, ensuring they were thoroughly clean, he cautiously removed the hair from each. To ensure every hair was properly removed he caressed her leg from foot to hip, first with his hands and then with his lips. As he came up her inner thigh, he gently opened her legs revealing her pink luscious pussy lips. Adel wanted to dive right in but he remembered Marie's plea from earlier, so he restrained himself just a little longer. By this point Marie's body was primed and ready. Never in her life had a bath been so arousing and sensual. Her body felt flushed and screamed with so much desire she thought she would crawl out of her skin. She felt a puddle under her ass and she knew that it wasn't from the bath water he was using. She wanted him to end the torture and make love to her. She squealed when she felt him drip the bath water down her crack. Even the smallest of sensations was adding to her heated state. Using his flat open hand, Adel rubbed the soap onto her sex being careful not to gain entry. He watched his beloved pant and rolling her head around as he cleaned her lower extremities. Then he did something he had not done on any other body part. He soaped up the rag, parting her lips with his fingers, he used the rag to wash her inner most regions. Adel was careful to avoid her engorged clit as he rubbed the rag up and down her opening. He made sure he washed her ass at the same time with the same due diligence. After he felt everything was clean enough externally he took a squirt bottle and placed its tip into the opening of her canal. Marie involuntarily bucked her hips up in the delight of having anything touch her in her most intimate spot. She cried out when she felt the water flood her and wash her inner walls. The feeling only paralleled with a man's cum washing her walls and cervix. She tried to buck her hips into the bottle again but Adel removed it. This slow bath had aroused Adel to a similar fevered pitch he could see on Marie's face. His cock was hard and swollen in his trousers screaming at him to for release. It had not been his intention for things to get so out of control. He knew with out a doubt that after he was finished bathing her that there was no turning back. His desire for this creature sprawled across his bed had become too great to control. The urge to devour her grew stronger as he neared completion of her final shave. Her pussy was now as bald as the day she was born. He decided it required the same thorough inspection he gave her legs. Using his fingers, he gently explored first the outer layer and then slowly the inner layers. He spread her open with his hands and began to trace the lines his fingers had gone with is tongue. Marie squirmed and squealed above him. She panted and arched her back when his tongue finally made contact with her clit. Adel delighted in her pleasure. He increased it by inserting a finger and slowly searching for her g-spot. She rewarded him with more whimpers and a flood of juices on his face. Her nectar was sweet and he gorged himself with an animal hunger. Suddenly she clamped down on him and screamed as an orgasm took control of her body. He felt her thrash around on his bed while her thighs squeezed his head. He continued to suck and finger her pussy through the waves of pleasure coursing through her body. His only desire was to make this moment as pleasurable as possible. Marie's screams quieted to whimpers as the last of her orgasm subsided. She was no longer thrashing around but her body continued to spasm as it relaxed. Never in her life had she had so much foreplay leading up to the most incredible orgasm. She reached down and took Adel's hand to pull him up to her. Wrapping her arms around his neck, she embraced him with a tender and passionate kiss. The kiss deepened as she felt the evidence of his arousal press against her. Wanting to feel his naked flesh against hers she reached down and started to fumble with his belt. She groaned in frustration against his mouth when she failed to get it loose. "Here my love let me get that for you," Adel got up and quickly removed the remainder of his clothes. He stood their briefly gazing at the beautiful creature before him. Her pink skin was now glowing with heat. A fire he had lit inside of her. A sense of pride coursed through his body. Never, has his life been so affected by another creature. When it came to Marie, his self-control was non-existent. The teachings of Islam hid in the recesses of his mind. He could no longer wait until marriage to be in the depths of a woman. The moment was now. With a loud growl of heated anguish, Adel climbed back between his beloved's legs. Passionately he kissed her, thrusting his tongue into her open mouth, showing her with his tongue what he greatly desired for his cock to do to her pussy. The fever of the kiss only increased the lust building in his loins. He rocked his body on hers barely being mindful of her wounds. The tip of his cock rubbed against her sweet slick pussy sending shudders through his body. It took every ounce of self-preservation not to lose control and cum all over her. Marie moaned and whimpered. The new heat in her Knight was sudden and unexpected. She panted and gasped her cries of pleasure as he ravaged her body. She arched her back and pelvis to meet his thrusts. Her eyes got wide when she suddenly realized he meant to enter her body. Looking into his eyes searching she broke the kiss. "Adel, are you sure?" she let out in a breathy whisper. "You have waited for your bride. You cannot undo this once you have done it." Marie cried as he thrust into her forever leaving his virginity behind. Tears welled up in her eyes at the magnitude of the gift he was giving her. "No, my darling I have waited for you. This moment right here has been a lifetime in the making," he whispered softly before leaning in to kiss her. His thrusts were slow and steady as he made entry. Inch by torturous inch he slid into her velvety canal. Nothing in his life could have prepared him for this sensation. "Oh, what sweet torture this is," he murmured into her ear as he reached bottom. "Baby, you feel so wonderful. I promise it only gets better from here," Marie managed to pant out. She reached up grabbed Adel and held his head between her hands. "I want this moment to be special for you. I want you to remember it for the rest of your life. I promise sex gets better as you gain experience but nothing erases the first time. This feeling is unique and special always. You are special. You are my Arabian Knight. Move your hips with me and make me yours." Marie began to rotate her hips slowly at first savoring the sensations it was sending through both their bodies. She moaned in pleasure each time his pelvis rubbed against her clit. Her moans turned into whimpers as Adel gained speed. She did her best to match him thrust for thrust rotation for rotation but the slight pings of pain in her abdomen reminded her she was not up to full strength. For the first time in her life she was going to have to let someone else dominate her pleasure while she relaxed and enjoyed. Soon her whimpers turned into cries as his speed again increased. Her magnificent creature turned into a primal beast pounding her with animal passion. Not being able to return his thrusts did not mean she was dead. Marie began clawing at his back screaming and panting in pleasure. Then with little warning, her body took over, she screamed "ADEL!" her body arched up, her arms clung to him tightly, her nails dug deeper into his back as the throws of orgasm took over her body and mind. The intensity was so great she bit down on his shoulder as her body convulsed under him. The contractions of her pussy walls proved to be too much for Adel. With one more hard thrust, he cried out his own primal release. Trembling and panting he held Marie close to his body as he flooded her with his sperm. He heard what she said about it only getting better but in that moment the concept just did not register. Nothing in the world could possibly feel better then having his cock milked by the deep muscles of his angel's womb. "Marie, I love you. I don't want this moment to end. Stay with me forever please." "Shh, sweetie don't talk right now. I love you too but let's not think of the future. We have right here right now. That is all that matters." BZZZZ Marie sat up to the sound of her alarm clock waking her from yet another dream of some mystery man. Dreams I had this dream... You call; I looked at the phone seeing it was you. I smiled before picking up the phone. I said hello and heard your voice on the other end. It seemed like forever since I had heard it when in reality it hadn't been but a few days. We chat briefly talking about things, how we've been, what we've been doing. Then you tell me you are in town. Of course I don't believe you as we joke about it all the time. Back and forth we go until you start describing places I'm familiar with. I gasp and whisper no way to you. You laugh. You're getting such a kick out of it. After calming down from the shock I ask where you are. We decide to meet at the coffee shop in a couple hours. I get there first. I knew I might as you said you had a meeting and it might run late. So there I sit laptop in hand and begin working. I get lost in it until I feel someone looking at me. It's you. I smile and my eyes light up. Putting down the laptop I stand and give you a hug. That isn't enough of course and it leads to a kiss. Our lips touch and those sparks we felt before fly again. They move slowly on each other, taking their time with the tasting. Then feeling your tongue sweep out and run across the seam of mine. They part allowing you access. The taste of you is addicting and I find myself wanting more. Slowly though it ends as we both realize the public place and the eyes watching. We say hello and then you get something to drink. I sit back down, turn off the laptop and put it away. My legs move up under me as I sit on the small to person couch. I smile as you move back over and sit down. We talk about everything. How your meeting went, letting you vent. Finding out when you leave and all that. Time fly's as it always does with us. Neither of us wants to leave but I hadn't planned on staying the night. You ask me though, to stay, to have dinner with you. I have nothing to wear I tell you and you reply with a no problem. We'll go shopping. You know how I love it. Its one of my weaknesses and so I agree. We leave the shop and since both have driven I follow you. We arrive at the local mall and go inside. After going in one store I find a very cute red dress. I instantly know its perfect and we purchase it along with a pair of heels. Then you lean over and brush back a lock of blonde hair and whisper that you have another place to visit. I smile and wonder where and see you steering me to my favorite store. We enter and I'm as happy as a kid at Christmas. You tell me to find something special, whatever I want. I'm off looking around and almost instantly find something. I hold it up for you to see and you tell me to try it on. I smile at you and walk to the back, knowing your following me. I close the door and begin to undress, my shorts first, then my tank top. It leaves me in only my pale pink bra and thong. I take my bra off and begin to put the corset top on. It is this beautiful sheer white. There are little pink bows in all the right places. The straps for stockings hang on my legs as I move. There are matching panties and I slip them on. They do nothing to hide the smooth softness between my legs. I hear you then ask how it looks. I ask if you want to see and can hear you moving to the door. I open it and you are treated to a sight. I watch your eyes move down and up, then down yet again. I can see you like it. I know your cock does as it's beginning to grow in your shorts. I ask if you approve and you say nothing. You close the dressing room door and let the bag fall from your hands. You move to me, pressing me against the wall of the room. Your kiss is fierce and full of need. I can feel your length pressing into my stomach. I gasp and moan into your mouth. My hands move up over your arms, to your chest and then shoulders. I want to pull you closer, my body filled with the same need. I can feel your hands moving to where that scrap of material is between my legs. I know it needs to come of otherwise it will so wet when we try to pay for it. You move your fingers to the rim of the panties and start to lower them, still kissing me, devouring my mouth as if it were some tasty treat. I can feel the panties falling and I wiggle my hips till they fall to my feet and slip off to the floor. Your hand moves over my stomach, causing it to tighten and the butterflies to continue. God I think, how much I want you. I've thought about nothing but this. Knowing how it fees to have you take me, moving inside me. My fingers move down your shirt to the shorts you have on. I begin undoing them; pulling down the zipper and feeling your cock spring free. My fingers run over you, feeling your hardness. My fingertips run up and down your length. Slowly they stroke you, hearing your muffled groan. Your fingers slip between my soft folds, rubbing, teasing before pushing your two fingers inside. I gasp, my voice almost carried out of the room. The invasion of you catching me off guard but the feeling is so delicious. Your palm rests up against my mound, rubbing in little circles, teasing. One leg lifts, wraps around you and rub's against your calf. It's too much and your fingers slip from the warmth of my pussy. I moan at the loss then I feel you pressing against me, the tip of your cock rubbing against my clit before plunging deep inside. My fingers dig into your shoulders. My head falls against the wall as you move. Your cock hit's that sweet spot, back and forth. Each thrust deeper and stronger then the next. Your lips against my neck, kissing and nipping gently up and down till you reach my ear. Then closing over it and whispering that you want to feel me cum, that you want to feel me closing around you, holding your cock tightly. I gasp my breath catching. You move harder, thrusting your cock so deep, whisper cum lover, cum on my cock. Your lips cover mine just before I cry out. I'm caught up in the sweetest orgasm I've felt. My fingers dig into your shirt, your shoulders. It hits hard, rolling through me, sending wave after wave of sensation through me. The walls of my pussy close over your cock, holding you captive and it's just too much. You find your own sweet release after a few more deep thrusts. Slowly everything comes back to us, where we are and what we are doing. I smile into your eyes. You laugh knowing I wanted to do this, how we talked about it before. You tell me to get what I'm wearing and I nod. You've put yourself together and sneak out the door. I soon follow and we pay for the things we decided on. We walk to our cars and I follow you. My mind still replays the memory of what just happened. The way it was so raw, so animalistic. It makes wonder what dinner will bring, what you'll have in store for us. Dreams Hi all! I'm new here, but have always written stories for fun. The summary is below. I would love to hear feedback, no flaming please, but I like to see what people think. It's short, but will be longer and more frequent if you enjoy it. _____________________________ Summary: They say love conquers all, but some things must be an exception. The last time Natalia checked, there are just some things love cannot overcome. As an interior designer, born and raised in New York City and moved to Los Angeles, California at the tender age of 18, Natalia learned the hardships of life early on. Falling in love with Jason Bennings, eight years her senior, was not one of the goals in Natalia's life, but it was the best decision she ever made. However, after cheated on twice by Jason, Natalia decided it's time to give up on the man she fell in love with and the life they built together. But Jason isn't ready to give up on his wife and he's willing to do whatever it takes to show Natalia what their marriage means to him. With a baby on the way that Jason has no clue about and mistakes that could tear their life apart forever, how will Jason and Natalia get through their hardships? If only it were a dream. _____________________________ Chapter 1 "Just sign the damn papers, please! I can't take this anymore." Natalia attempted to calm herself as she cried out to her husband. He stood there emotionless. Typical Jason. "We can work this out. What the fuck happened to working things out in a marriage?" Jason exclaimed, throwing the paper she handed him across the room. Those papers would ruin his life forever. "How many times, Jason? How many times do you expect me to sit around and wait for you to change?" She raised her hand on her forehead, softened her tone, and looked into his eyes. "I'm tired of being the one who holds the relationship together. I'm so tired." He choked. What could he say? It was the second time she caught him with another female. "Sign the divorce papers and let me leave. Let me go so you can fuck every girl and tell her everything you told me. Promise her everything you promised me. But tell me Jason, is she going to be the one you break down on? Is that she going to have what we had? Is she?!" Natalia walked towards him and stared into his hazel eyes. They were just feet away from each other, but she felt miles apart from him. She began to walk towards the papers she spent time on for weeks. He held her wrist gently and pleaded with her silently. He looked at her back turned to him and right then and there he knew he fucked up. Bad. Natalia's heart broke into pieces because she was dying for him to apologize. Deep down she yearned for him to hold her wrists and ask her to work things out. She wanted to hear the sweetest words that would bring her back into his arms. But he stopped. Instead, Jason stood there speechless. She pushed his hands off her wrist roughly and picked up the papers. Right before she walked out she turned and looked at him. "I hate you, you fuckin' bastard." He remained firm. "I'm sorry." "I swear to God I won't shed another tear for you. No more. I deserve better and you know that." She walked out, leaving him with a heartache. As Natalia walked to the car she put her hand on her stomach and sighed. She grew frustrated when the door wouldn't open to her 98 Honda Civic. "Please just open. Please, please, please." She mumbled, tears burning the back of her eyes. Once the jet black door opened she got in her car and slammed the door shut. She drove off and stopped at the next block. Everything came crashing down at once. She remembered walking in and seeing the girl. She remembered the four years she stayed devoted to him. "Oh god, what am I gonna do?" Tears rushed down from her light brown eyes as she put her head back on the rest. Look what I've become Her thoughts ran through her mind. She looked down at her stomach again. "Your the only thing that's keeping me holding on." She whispered through her tears and frown. "And he doesn't need to know." She wiped the water from her cheek. *** The next day, Natalia didn't feel like even waking up. She just wanted to sulk into her sheets and not get up. But she knew she needed to visit Dr. Manning; it was long overdue. Natalia pressed the button continuously as the people starred at her in the elevator. "What the hell?" She mumbled to herself. She was on the way to the see Dr. Manning and the day was sure looking like a bad one. Once she signed in and sat in the waiting room, Jason came to her head. He didn't call or leave any messages with her job. Natalia was truly starting to question whether or not Jason cared. Reaching into her purse, she looked at her phone. No missed calls, huh? She laughed bitterly. "Natalia Rivers." The nurse called in the waiting room. Natalia threw her long, wavy caramel hair behind her shoulder and rose from her seat. "Follow me." The nurse pressed a code into a machine and the hospital patient section opened. ~ Natalia looked around the doctor's office and blew out a breath of air. Baby pictures flooded the room. There was a baby girl dressed in a purple dress wrapped in her fathers arms. Natalia smiled sadly because she knew that love portrayed in the picture would never be her reality. Maybe it just wasn't meant for her. The doctor stepped in a few moments later. "Well Ms. Rivers, your baby is doing fine." The doctor said as she cleaned up Natalia's lower stomach. "Thanks." Natalia replied as she straightened herself up. "On the other hand, Ms. Rivers, you do seem unpleasant. Is there anything stressful occurring in your life at this moment?" The concerned doctor asked as she set aside her tools. Natalia's eyes wondered around the room for a minute. 'Is there? When isn't there?' She thought. "Somewhat." Her tone was uncomfortable. "And this doesn't have to the with the baby's father?" The sarcasm dripped off her tongue. "How'd you know?" Dr. Manning chuckled. "Dollface, I know everything. I've been in this profession for over fifteen years. I've seen babies with fathers, without fathers, and plenty more." The doctor explained as she gave Natalia some room to get comfortable. She continued, "It's nothing unfamiliar, though I do wish it wasn't so normal." "But as you know, Ms. Rivers, stress does no good for the baby. I understand that women go through all sorts of emotional traumas and experiences during their pregnancy, but try to avoid little things that may cause you to be stressed. Take a nap during the day or go for a nice walk outside, for instance." She patted Natalia's shoulder. "I'm just not feeling...right lately." She pushed her shoulder length dark, shiny hair out of her face. "These feelings and fears are common. You have no reason to be stressed, my dear. Take everything slow and steady and I promise you'll win." Dr Manning gave a Colgate smile. Slow and steady... ~ Natalia decided to stay at her long time friend Jay's apartment while being separated from Jason. Jay was nothing more than a friend, Jason also knew that. He was her best friend and closest person to confide in for a reason - she knew he would never hit on her. Besides, she liked his small apartment that had enough room for the both of them. ~ A frantic knock on the door could be heard miles away. It could only be one person. He knew the first place Natalia would go to is Jay's place. She wouldn't go to her mother's place or her family because they would tell her, 'I told you so...' and she didn't need that. "Always running to Jay, the bastard. Mother fuckin' piece of..." Jason mumbled as he knocked on the wooden door. ~ "Who is that banging like a beast from the jungle?" Jay said as he sat across the couch from Natalia. Her heart started pumping quick. "Go see." She nodded her head towards the door. "Girl, why don't you get your lazy ass up and check it for yourself. You know ain't nobody coming over today." Jay said as he made his way over to the door. Natalia found comfort in Jay when nobody was there for her to turn to. She loved his diva personality and his incredible sarcasm. He was the perfect white boy with spunk. He swung the door open. "Look what the devil let out." Jay said loudly with his flamboyant tone rising as he walked away from the door. He left the door open and rolled his eyes as he walked towards the couch Natalia sat on, which was away from the door so she couldn't see Jason and he couldn't see her. Jason, on the other hand, wasn't in the mood for games. "Can you ask Natalia to stop being a little girl and come talk to me?" Jason said, raising his voice so that she would hear him. She stood up and walked towards the door with a stare that could freeze Hell. This wasn't the way it was suppose to be. Dreams I normally don't like to work out-of-town, however having just gone through a rough break-up with my long-time girlfriend a month earlier I jumped at the chance to drive half-way across the country to assist the company I work for with replacing power lines which had been destroyed by recent Tornado's in Kansas. I had my gear packed and was pointing my truck east half-a-day before my co-workers; my Condo had become a prison and I jumped at the chance to leave for a while. The first two weeks were miserable. 15 hour days, seven days a week which didn't give my mind a chance to focus on anything but work. At first that's just what I needed. Then the long hours began taking their toll; my muscles ached from the time I got up until the time I passed-out at the end of the day. My fingers were stained black from the material we we're working with, my clothes were dingy from being washed at an industrial laundry facility. However the money I was making was epic and with no end in sight I relished watching the amount in my bank account grow. The long hours were beginning to affect the rest of the crew as well; guys who had been friends for years turned on each other. Equipment was constantly in a state of dis-repair. Material couldn't arrive fast enough. All this caused tension around the Hotel rooms we we're all sharing (four to a room) to grow to a fever-pitch. Most guys tried to cure these ill's alcohol but not me; I found getting drunk made getting-up the next morning too hard. It was about this time the dreams started. I've never been one who dreams, or rather I've never been one who remembers his dreams, but these dreams were vivid. In the first one I found myself in bed with a gorgeous, naked girl. The dream felt extremely realistic; I could almost feel my cock sliding inside of this mystery girl's cunt. I watched as her tits heaved and bounced as we laid in that bed and fucked. I knew it was only a dream but somehow I really wanted it to be real; it was the closest I'd come to, well Cumming since my ex had left me. At one point in the dream I caught a glimpse of myself in the mirrored headboard where I saw another girl in the background. This girl was almost plain-looking by comparison, though she was fully dressed, had shoulder-length brown hair, glasses and a professional-looking attire including a long black skirt with a grey top which did a nice job of showing-off her ample cleavage. There was something about her that I found intoxicating, I had to see this girl! I spun around but before my eyes could find her my ass found the floor and I found myself wide-awake sitting on the floor next to my bed in a dark room surrounded by my sleeping co-workers. I roughly tossed my blanket and pillow back onto the hard mattress and tried to go back to sleep. Fucking dreams. So now it would appear I'm that guy who dreams, or rather that guy who remembers his dreams and it was driving me crazy! This dream with the gorgeous brunette (or girls who looked like her) was returning just about every night. In each one, somewhere I caught a glimpse of this other girl who was never anyway involved in what was going-on in the dream I was participating in, though when I tried to find her in the dream I'd wake-up. Every. Fucking. Time. I felt myself going insane. Work had started slowing-down, as we were beginning to get caught-up on all of the emergency repairs which needed to be made. Now we were only working 10-12 hours a day. So one evening I snuck away from my co-workers (who saw the extra free time as an excuse to get even more drunk than they had before) and spent an hour talking to a shrink which wasn't very helpful. All she kept asking was about my childhood and crap which had nothing to do with these stupid dreams. Frustrated I paid her fee then left, disgusted and even more frustrated then I had been before I'd gotten there. I decided to have some fun with the dream; now when I realized I was dreaming I'd immediately start looking around for the mystery girl, completely ignoring anything else which was going on in the dream, trying to get any clue about this girl. She looked nothing like any other girl I'd dated. She didn't look anything like any of my female co-workers, people at the restaurants where I ate or the Hotel we we're staying at. I couldn't for the life of me figure-out the connection. Finally it came to me that maybe I needed to have sex. Maybe I was just Horny. I'd never done it before or since but I took the advice of a co-worker and went to a non-legit massage parlor for a 'Rub-N-Tug'. I'd never before paid for sex and found the whole process to be antiseptic and mechanical. Sure it felt great bending this young little Asian girl over a massage table, pushing her lab coat aside and roughly having my way with her while she un-excitedly groaned and moaned, the whole time watching the clock on the wall but in the end I left feeling un-fulfilled and empty. I returned to the Hotel, took a shower and went to sleep. Guess what? The dream was back, again. Fuck. This time I was at a mechanized car wash, watching my truck go through the washing tunnel with all the machines scrubbing and spraying soap and such from behind a series of plate-glass windows which ran the length of the washing tunnel. Immediately I began looking around for the girl, expecting to catch a glimpse of her in a mirror or a piece of glass or something. Seeing nothing other than the stuff you normally see for sale in the lobby of a car wash I began walking along the windows watching my truck get washed and wondered where this dream was going to lead me. Then I saw her! This time it seemed every other window showed what looked like a scene from a hard-core sex film. In the first one the girl I'd been catching glimpses of in my dreams was making-out with some guy I'd never seen before. I walked to the next one and there's my truck getting hit with water. In the next pane she was on her knees sucking the mystery man's cock. I continued walking. At the next window there's my truck getting soaped. Walk to the next window now she's on her back, some mysterious lover on top (and I presume) inside of her. Next window my truck getting rinsed clean. Next window the girl appeared to be cumming though I couldn't hear any sounds. As I walked up to the final window I woke-up. Now I was pissed! I was no closer to knowing who this girl was and I was reminded that I had a dirty truck I needed to clean. The next morning I called my boss and took the day off of work. Driving always helps me to clear my head so I decided to go for a drive, there had to be something interesting to see around where I was staying. I was on the road an hour later, destination where ever. I drove for several hours. I saw some lakes; drove through a couple of rural road-side town's, had lunch at a small diner and in general enjoyed my day off. Then the low fuel light on my truck caught my eye. I needed to buy gas. A short ways down the road I pulled into a small gas station and began filling my truck. I had just started pumping gas when I looked-up and saw her, the girl from my dreams, on the other side of the same gas pump I was standing at! I didn't know what to do and I really didn't know what to say. Then she looked-up and locked eyes with me, instantly her face showed some sort of recognition. I didn't know what to say. I mean it had to be her, but what if it wasn't? I decided to just be up-front and said: "Aren't you supposed to be in my dreams." She took a step back, her face showing complete shock, then she composed herself and said: "I could say the same for you!" We spent the rest of the afternoon talking. Neither of us could come-up with an explanation for why the other was showing-up in each other's dreams but we finally figured it must be fate and decided to go with it. We started dating while I was still working in the area. Things were going well so when the job I was working on finished and I readied to head back to my life 1,500 miles away she moved with me. How are things working-out? Pretty good actually. We get along well. Have a lot of fun together. The sex is mind-blowing, some of the best either of us have ever had. Where will it end-up? Who knows but for now we're having a lot of fun and enjoy regaling anyone who will listen with the tale of how we met. And the best part in all of this? I'm back to being that guy who doesn't remember his dreams. Dreams {Things happen sometimes when a person gets older and I guess I am getting older. Anyway, the timeline on this piece is messed up, but it's as close as I can get because it's messed up for me, too.} +++ There is a moment between full sleep and being aware when dreams come. In that moment, the body can be frozen, unable to move, to even speak. Those kinds of dreams often stick with a person, remembered. Then comes the full awareness, the point of realization that it was only a dream, but the delicious kind. The kind a person wants to stay in, continue. Someone touching, sensuous, faceless, intimate. The eyes squeeze shut tightly, trying to recapture the moment. I was having one, my body felt frozen, lost in that inability to move. Concentrating, I tried for a moment to call out but there was no sound. I took a deep breath, forced myself to relax as completely as I could. Then I felt one finger respond. Sensation, sweet sensation flooded over me. I reached out, touching the side of the soft body next to me in the bed. My wife, Debra. "What, honey?" She stirred, also still mostly in her own world of sleep. "Nothing, babe. I was just having a dream I guess." Debs looked at me and smiled. "Good one, I hope?" "Yea, I guess. Sort of weird, it was like I was helpless, I couldn't move." "REM sleep, honey. It happens sometimes to everybody." Debs should know, after all, she is a Registered Nurse. I rolled over and sat for a moment on the edge of the bed, then stood up. "Wow, that must have been a dandy dream!" Debs told me with a giggle. I looked down, I was fully erect, as erect as my now 69 year old body can get. That embarrassed me for some crazy reason, why I would get a full blush going is beyond me. Debs is my wife, has been for almost four long years. She has seen my dick hard before, in fact, she often goes to great lengths to see to it that it is. Morning wood is a sort of rare thing for me, though. What in the hell caused that? Oh, yea. The dream. "Come back to bed, Danny. It looks like I need to give you a hand!" Debs was grinning now, she let the covers slip downwards, baring one breast deliberately. She does things like that all the time, making an intentional act appear to be completely accidental. That has never changed, Debs goes to great lengths to tease her man. Knowing very well what buttons to push, knowing everything that gets my old body going. Almost all of the buttons, anyway. I got back into bed. +++ The flight down was uneventful, the long walk through the terminal in Reno to baggage claim was hard on my old butt cheeks like always. Debs and I have been in Reno a few times, the aitport is always fairly busy. The first time we did all that walking, then stood and waited for a shuttle. Now there is a guy in a suit holding a card with our last names on it, and a limosine waiting. Something about those little tracking cards they give out and the fact that we did some pretty good gambling. We won a bit of money on one of the tips, the Casino hotel wants it back so they treat us nice, meals are signed to our room and the casino host just wipes the slate clean when we leave. I walk a lot and one would think I would not have any troubles with soreness, but I do. Things creak and groan, but Debs and I both work out at the gym, plus we also do quite a bit of that "best" exercise of all so I suppose I am in far better shape than I could be. Let's face facts, I am coming up on 69 years old. Way better off than some I suppose, my belly is pretty flat and when Debs wraps her naked jugs aound the old tally whacker, then starts that up and down sliding stuff and slipping her mouth over the end of it on each down stroke? Yea, you bet it works. Still, it's a long walk which makes my butt hurt and it popped into my head that I could probably qualify for one of those wheelchairs and someone to push me. Hell with that, as long as I can put one foot in front of the other I will, by God. Still, my glutes, they hurt and it's uphill, well, partly. "Hey, maybe if I drool a little bit and act old I can get one of those?" I told Debs, pointing as another wheelchair went by with some heavy set old lady sitting in it, pushed by some cute thing maybe 19 or 20 years old. "Walking is good for you." Debs retorted. Darn. +++ The last trip we were in Vegas to buy some product for me to sell. I had found one of those deals a person can't pass up, left over product a warehouse wanted to clear out to make room for some more modern stuff. There is an advantage in knowing certain people, that can help open doors. Max was one of those people, I suppose we spoke on the phone hundreds of times back in the day when I fixed cars and sold parts. That Vegas trip was the first time we ever met face to face. I wrote about that earlier, we got naughty. Funny I guess, old folks like us being naughty. But hell, we were in Vegas and what happens in Vegas?? Go there, take along an open mind, you will see. There is something about the place. This time when I called Max, my sales rep, he told me to meet him in Reno. It seems they also had a warehouse there where they stored dead stock headed for the scrappers. The price of metal was up pretty good, so the warehouse had moved out all of what was dead on the market stuff to ship out for recycling. The warehouse sold small parts in case lots, it cost way too much for them to sell and ship things one or two items at a time. In business, the really big cost in today's world is man power. I could sell and ship things one set at a time, since I dabbled from our house online at the auction websites. No overhead, a mean and lean operation. Really lean, I started out trying to raise enough money to buy me a new fishing pole. I dug about everything I had in the garage out and sold it. That wasn't working very good, that hit me when I sold my $49.00 used fishing pole for 99 cents with free shipping. So I called Max. Clever of me, I saw some ads run by others and figured maybe if I bought some new stuff instead of used I could make a few bucks. It had been ages but he remembered me, still gave me some nice discounts. Then he happened to mention the "dead" stock that was going to be sold for scrap metal. I didn't buy any of that at first, thinking scrap metal was...well...scrap metal. I posted the ads to try and sell the stuff I did buy. That worked, damn near a surprise. When I called to see about buying some more, Max mentioned again in passing the "dead" inventory. Off Debs and I went, to Vegas. That had been a crazy risk which turned out to be not such a risk. A shade over $100,000.00 of Debra's money got "invested", really!! Hell, we were married so I knew she had some savings but Debs having that much tucked away kind of floored me. Yea, I know. Since she is my wife, I would know how much money she has, right? Uh huh. Debs and I agreed from the gitgo that what was hers was hers and what was mine was mine so I never even paid any attention. Things did come in the mail but they had her name on them, not mine so I never touched them. "Why don't you give it a try, honey?" She asked me after looking at the deal. I wasn't all that surprised at her sudden interest, she knew I had already made a couple of grand just fiddling around with the other stuff I bought early on. So in return she got her money back plus 20%, I got to keep the rest, assuming any money was left. There was. At first I was surprised, then I figured out that one heck of a lot of people restore old cars, they go to car shows to let people look at what they have built, and get their egos stroked. I was already getting emails with money about as fast as I could print them, I had also traded off my big Dodge diesel truck for a smaller Ford that didn't use $30 worth of fuel to go to the post office and back. The big Dodge wouldn't fit in the garage any more anyway, it was full of cases of stuff. Several items I had already run out of and had some people clamoring for more? I never would have dreamed where it would all end up in less than six short months, but I had already managed to move most of that original big purchase we made in Vegas. The surprise was the word of mouth, it seems everyone who gets a good deal on something just cannot stop themselves from going over to their favorite web site and telling the world. Next in comes the email from someone asking that magic question, "How much?" That part I didn't expect and my twice weekly fishing trips became just twice in the last few months. The weekend I sold 143 orders, I knew I was on to something pretty big. My average sale was a shade over $100, and about $40 of that was profit. I can count. But I was also running out of stuff. It was so good that I knew very well the warehouse could also have easily afforded to do the same thing, but I wasn't about to tell them that. Plus all of it was fast becoming one hell of a lot of work. So here Debs and I were, in Reno, hoping to buy even more. Me with Debra's first loan paid in full, that was a shade over 100 grand, and I had another $25,000.00 in my own bank account. More money than I ever had in my hands in my life except for just before the stock market crashed, and back when I sold my old 5 acre ranch under duress from some government rezoning. If this had crossed my mind back when I took early retirement, I would have skipped that and let it build up. The first few years if a person makes any money the government takes the Social Security right back, but now I am so old I can make all the money I want to. +++ When we were there in Vegas the last time, I had loaded a truck with case after case of heavy cartons, which made my body feel like shit to use a term that fits. So we got a couple of massages in our hotel room, nothing out of the ordinary except it was a couple and they did what they called a "tandem." That meant both of us at once. That was just a massage, nothing other than that at all. Sure we were both naked under the sheets but the sheets stayed in place. The first time. When we had them back the 2nd time, things changed quite a bit, one thing led to another and Jack and Terry did quite a bit more than just a massage. They call those, "Happy Endings" and it all just sort of...happened? Here we were, a happy married couple allowing that? Right next to each other at the same time? Yea, I know. Married folks, older to boot, we should not be doing things like that, I suppose. But we did. I even looked over as Jack used both hands on Debs, Terry was busy working on me at that exact same moment. I saw Debs turn her head and look my way as Terry fondled me, the expression was one of...interest? More than that. That was when it hit me that seeing a woman with her hands on my erection was a major turnon for my wife. That should not have been any real surprise, but it was. Seeing some guy touching Debra, looking at her naked didn't really excite me all that much. I could tell that she was enjoying it, and I found it was interesting, and I was happy she was enjoying it. Does that make any sense? Some guys I think would be jealous, angry maybe? I don't quite know how to explain the emotion, it wasn't anger or even excitement, not really. Debs is a Registered Nurse, she sees things and touches people in various stages of nude nearly every single day. I also happen to know she gets a kick out of it, because she told me she does. Of course that is just medical stuff, and it would all be normal except for the fact that there isn't anything normal at all about my Debra. Yes, I happen to know for sure that she enjoys her work very much. In fact, the entire medical clinic she works at has a different attitude than any physician's place I ever was in. Nudity, touching, poking and probing, with what I know also is a real intent to help, but with an undercurrent of...what would you call it? Playfulness, latex covered hands checking things out perhaps a tiny bit more carefully than is really required? "Sexuality is a part of life, anything we can do to help a client is healthy." My Debs told me more than once, word for word. "Plus you old farts will sit home and DIE if we don't do something!" She often added with a titter. Then we have our friend July who is also a nurse come by maybe twice a month or so, that started with my Prostate issues and developed into something that is simply a fun outlet. Sure as hell some of you will say that is prostitution, I don't really give a shit. July makes some money and enjoys her work, we enjoy her doing it and we are old enough that it doesn't hurt a damned thing. July does Debs, too. I always assumed the touch was similar but I never asked and Debs never went into detail, no need to. I hear tell that is supposed to be exciting to some men also, one woman touching another? Naw. In today's world, it seems I am old fashioned. You know, what with boys with boys and girls with girls and some boys that ARE girls and vice-versa? I watch the news, the world is kind of weird compared to when I was a kid. But she never gets a massage from a male, not that I know of anyway and my Debs is so open about everything that I doubt she would keep that a secret. We are both very mature and it's harmless from our point of view. Plus Debra does not have a single jealous bone in her body. Not that I have ever managed to discern, and I guess that rubbed off onto me. So that was what happened, Debs and I both got masturbated to climax in a hotel room, together, at the same time, by a couple that were almost..strangers? That was naughty. It was also fun, and I never saw that done before except on the internet. Other than with July, I never had that done much except for when I was young and crazy and once when I was in the Navy. That time there were these two tiny little oriental gals. That one cost me twenty bucks which was quite a bit of cash back then. I doubt anyone would believe some of the things those two tiny little women did, but it's true. Jealous? Upset watching a massuer do that to my Debs? Not really, it was...interesting, exciting, weird in a way I can't describe. Jack it seemed was quite expert in the female anatomy. He placed his hands with his fingers open right alongside Debra's bare beaver, then flicked his oily thumbs upward and over her most sensitive spot. I could see clearly that my wife got off nicely on that and I filed that trick away for future use myself. Jack's wife Terry was also uninhibited with me, well aware that as an older male some things required a firmer grip. It was pretty good and she made me shoot off solidly, although when my Debs does that, she is way better. So is July back at home, to be honest. We did talk a little bit about what we allowed to happen, that was much later and Debs said she was interested not so much in what happened with Terry and me, but in how I felt about her being naked, touched by a rather good looking man. I told her that it was hot, and I was not sure why but it wasn't like we had sex with someone, cheated. Besides, the exact same thing was happening to me at the exact same time, in full view of my wife so what was I going to say? "What did you think about...doing that? Did it excite you, or upset you?" I asked Debs. "It was hot, and it felt good. But it's better when you do it!" Debs hugged me and gave me a kiss. "So you got all turned on letting some guy see your bare snatch, huh?" I teased her. "Yea, and I noticed your dick wasn't exactly shiveled up at the idea!" She teased right back. We even told the story to July when she dropped by for one of her sessions with us after we got back home. "Really?" July giggled, but that was all she said about it. But that was after the Vegas trip. +++ Now we were in Reno, Vegas is a long ways away from where we were, no chance at all of seeing that couple again. Yea, I know. The time line is sort of screwed up here, part of what I am trying to say. Part of me has been in dreams lately and part of me in reality. Maybe that stroke I had a couple of years back did more to me than I thought? The idea of a massage, seeing Jack and Terry wasn't even in the back of my mind, I was running ideas for product through my old head. We spent that whole first day dealing with the business stuff. Then the next morning there was my dream again, except the dream went way further than just the hands like happened in Vegas. In my dream, the woman on top of me was naked, rubbing her vagina up and down the under side of my erection, her breasts bare and hovering above me as she did so. On the table next to me was Debra, the man working on her was naked also, sliding his body up and down hers. It looked like the faceless man was poised, ready to enter her and I opened my mouth to stop that, found myself unable to speak or move. Helpless. The faceless woman lifted up, poised, that was when I woke up. Frozen, trapped in that moment between sleep and awake. I have felt that just a few times in the past. It is a bit terrifying, the harder one struggles to move the worse it gets. The way out of it is to deliberately relax, breathe, then move one finger. That one finger, motion, and sensation flooded. Just as the man in my dream thrust, my hand touched the soft body of my wife next to me and I came alert. I was home, a familiar room, our familiar bed. In our familar house. I looked around, completely aware of the dream. I would swear in court on a stack of bibles that we were in Reno? But as it turned out, we were going to Reno and had not even left yet. "What, Honey?" Debra asked me, her eyes still filled with the remnants of sleep. That damn dream was in my head all damned day long and would not leave me. +++ Max, my sales rep was quite pleased to see us, he rolled up in a newer vehicle. It didn't take long to find what I wanted, and I even bought some cases of things I was not completely sure of what it was but I knew I could figure it out. Debs and I went half and half this time, with us it has always been what is hers is hers and what is mine is mine. She was very happy to "invest" since in the last six months I had made more money than she did. Max even gave us a 30, 60, and 90 deal this time, which means time to pay. I wasn't too sure of that since I don't like owing money much but Debs told me she would back me up if things went South. It was a chunk of change to invest, what with me being on the conservative side I did give it thought. Before that, all I had to spend was my $934 per month in Social Security, up a bit since we got that fat $30 per month raise. Our lives had changed quite a bit, too, when Debs got home from her job at the clinic, she piled right in and helped me pack the orders into those flat rate priority boxes. I kept pretty busy typing as fast as I could go using two fingers. Even a 20% markup on the auction sites would be good, I had some stuff I had been pulling 3 to 4 times that, of course some was way less, like just $10-15 a pop. All of the fees, postage, costs added up to a lot but there was still a lot left over. I had managed to turn that original 100 grand plus into a shade over 150 grand and still had some of the product left. And that happened in just six short months! +++ I do remember the funny looks I got when we went through the scanners in Portland, they would not even let me leave my cash in my pocket, intead had me hold it in my hands with my arms in the air? Five grand in cash is quite a wad, I had plans on having some fun in Reno. Dreams I had never had that much in my pocket before, not in cash. That did make me a bit nervous, I halfway expected to end up getting rolled but nothing happened. Back at the hotel, a neat place called the El Dorado, we went to eat at the little 24 hour cafe they have there. Debs ordered a Cobb salad, whatever that is, and I ordered the barbequed chicken wings. "Hawaiian style." I told the server, knowing that was not as spicy, but he didn't speak English all that well and I ended up with some so hot they burned my tongue. Of course I also got a belly ache so in short order we went up to our room. That was when Debs asked me about my dream I had back at home. We are always straight with each other, so I told her about it, how we were getting massages and things got way past what had happened down in Vegas. She giggled when I got to the part about the woman being naked and rubbing herself on the underside of my erection, then one eyebrow went up when I told her about how the man was preparing to mount her and the woman was on top of me when I woke up. "Really? And that made you wake up all excited?" She asked me. "No, I don't know, it was...everything, I guess. It was just a dream." I protested. "Some dream. It obviously turned you on?" Debs mumbled. "It was just a silly dream." I repeated. "It's OK, honey. I know all about men and fantasies, I deal with that nearly every day." "It's not my fantasy, besides, women have those too." We just looked at each other. Debs gave me a little smirk. "I am going to go lie down." I told her. "OK. Do you mind if I head downstairs and see if I can win some money?" She asked. "Go ahead, honey. If I feel better, I will come and find you." "Want me to bring along a barrel so you can get back to the room?" I added, laughing. With that, Debs made a face and left, I climbed on the bed and went to sleep very quickly. +++ Again I had the dream, but I didn't freeze. A knock on the door was what woke me up, I opened it to find an older maid standing there. She said something in what I took to be Spanish. Debs can rattle that off like a native, I can say "Hola!" And "Donde esta su pesos?" and that's about it. I let her in, telling her as best as I could that I was leaving anyway. I think she understood me, anyway. I also left a $10 tip, hoping there might be some of those nice little Chocolates on the pillows when we came back. Downstairs, it took me a bit to find Debra, she was sitting at a $5 machine tapping the button. I did notice she was playing just one $5 credit each time, otherwise on maximum bet it was $15 a push. A man with his back to me was talking to her, Debs looked up with a smile as I approached. The man turned with a big grin. Jack. What in the hell was he doing in Reno, he was from Las Vegas? I guess that showed on my face, he reached out to shake my hand, then launched into an explanation that the company they worked for handled maintenence all over Nevada for several casinos. And Debra was grinning at me? Jack wandered off after a few minutes, I sat down next to Debs and stuffed a $100 bill into some double triple lord knows what thing, it had a bunch of 7's on it that nearly always landed one up or one row down. If three of the triples did land, they were all different and paid $36 or something like that. "What was up with that?" I asked her. "Oh, Jack? He spotted me and came over to say hi is all." Just then she hopped up and down, she hit a five times the cherry which I think paid a couple of hundred. I hit a single cherry at about the same time, that paid 4 credits. I looked down and saw I had the thing set on $10, but that brought me back to even. I found and pushed the button to change it back to just $1.00, well, $2.00 actually since risking $20.00 on a single silly push was a bit rich for my blood. Of course they have the tiny little button right where a person's hand is going to bump it. "So what did Jack have to say?" I asked a bit later as I fed another $100 bill into the machine. "Oh, he was telling me that he and Terry have a small airplane, they fly from one area to another, work for a few days or weeks, then on to the next." "Really? That sounds like an expensive way to do it?" "I thought so too but that way the casinos don't have full time staff, and they can fix almost anything." Debs hit another 5 times a cherry. I looked at her counter, it read 350 credits. "You realize that is over $1400.00, don't you?" I asked her. Yea, but I have more than that into it." She grinned at me, giggling as she hit some mixed bars and the five again. I gave up when my machine finally ate the last of my 3rd $100 bill, Debs touched her button and cashed out $1100. We went and found one of the changer machines, she put her slip in and collected. "So what would you like to do next?" She asked me. "Let's go play that thing, gang up on it and take turns." I pointed at a machine that had space ships and other things on it. It was only a penny machine. Great big screen up on top and all sorts of things to blow up. "OK." We sat there for over an hour taking turns, the machine had 40 lines on it and cost five pennies per line so that was just two dollars. Debs was sitting right beside me so I had to reach past her to touch the repeat bet button. It was kind of fun because once we got a starship armada built up we could go blow the hell out of the aliens. I ordered a drink and so did Debs, I seldom drink but once in a long while I like one. The waitress was cute and if her outfit was one inch lower she would have been topless, Debs snickered at me when she caught me looking. Hell, the waitress had them right in my face, I might be old but I am not blind. Two drinks became three and Debs and I were getting kind of happy. She touched her button and we had the big space cruiser now, all we had to do was hit the bonus which we had done already a few times, winning $30-50 each time. I pushed it again and there it was, the machine rang some bells and started talking to us about how the aliens were coming and we had to stop them or lose the whole planet. I began explaining to Debs how this could really happen, since a bunch of scientists were busy broadcasting our location to the entire universe. "Any aliens that actually do find our planet might be thinking we are good to eat." I told her. It was my turn to push the button since I hit the pay, so I did. Then the machine stuck, none of the buttons would work and the screen changed. The waitress came by with her huge expanse of now blurry boobs, she looked up at our machine. "OH!" She said and just stood there. The machine kept spinning, it gave us an extra 10 spins, then an extra 10 spins again. Each 10 spins was 10 more shots at the silly alien ship. "What's happening?" I asked Debs. The damn machine was running all by itself, all we could do was sit and watch. "We are getting them!" She was hopping up and down. Debs didn't have a bra on and her top was sort of soft so it was fun to watch her since when her boobs go into motion, they really do. Then everything blew up and the machine said something about the "super bonus", whatever in the hell that was. Out came this nasty looking thing, at first it was a little light in the distance but it got bigger and bigger. I took another sip of my drink, the waitress was still standing there and a few other people had stopped to watch. The fleet we had built up started blasting away, there was so much going on it was hard to keep track of it all. The poor alien ship was getting rather ragged looking and we had one battle cruiser left. Our cruiser turned and nailed the aliens right in the middle. Ding ding ding ding!!! "Wow!" Debs said. "So how much is that?" I asked, sneaking another peek at the boobs on the waitress. "$14,900.00, we hit the super bonus." Debs grinned. She was now hopping up and down so much her big boobs were about to climb out of her top. Some people came by, had us sign some forms, that was cool. We hit some pretty good payouts when we were in Vegas, too, I was beginning to like Nevada. We must be lucky because we made money back when we were on our honeymoon, too. "That's pretty damn good for playing just pennies." I grinned at Debra. "You kept bumping it up when you reached past me." She giggled. "I did?" "Yea, the button is right there and your arm kept hitting it, I kept putting it back, but you hit the bonus with $20.00 total bet since that is a dime instead of a penny!" She was really laughing now. "Oh. Well, crap." I said. "I think it worked out." She gave me a hug. We went back to our room, holding hands all the way. We were both a little bit silly, I am not used to drinking at all and I had three of those things. It crossed my mind to try and molest Debs in the elevator but some old lady got on with us so I pulled my hand out from underneath her shirt. The old lady kind of sniffed at us. +++ "So, do you want to?" Debs asked me as I fussed with trying to figure out how to turn on the TV. "Want to what?" I found the button that made the TV set rise up out of a cabinet at the foot of the bed. It appeared that if we wanted to watch TV we had to lay on the bed so that is what I was doing. "The TV set rotates if you want to sit in the chair." Debs told me. "This is fine." I answered. "So, do you want to?" Debs asked again. "Want to what?" "Have Terry and Jack over." "Oh. How are we going to do that?" "He gave me their cell phone number." Debs grinned. "You mean, you are thinking of doing that again?" I asked. "Sure, honey. It's just fun and I know you liked it so why not?" "I don't know, last time things went a little bit further than intended, is all." I told her. "We aren't going to have sex, Danny. It's just...touching? We are out of town, we can let our hair down and have some fun." "I think touching IS sex." I said. "Not really. We do a lot of sexy things, I was just...I don't know..hoping to turn you on some more, I suppose." "We don't have to." Debra added when I didn't answer. "If you want to, it's OK. As long as it's just hands." I said, finally. "Should I call them, then?" "I guess, if you want to." I told her with some reservations. That silly dream was still in my memory. I had rationalized that the dream was nothing more than a combination of our letting things go a little bit further than we had really expected on our Vegas trip, combined with being in a strange place. Now I was thinking that Debs must have liked it because she did keep bringing it up, and I couldn't claim that I disliked it when Terry had given me that happy ending thing before. That was sexy, naughty, and after Debs and I had shared some glorious lovemaking sessions while revisiting the silly situation we had both allowed. It is rather difficult to feel much guilt when both of us not only knew all about it but were there together when it happened. "Voice mail." Debs dropped her cell phone on the bed. She seemed unhappy about that. I shrugged, nothing to do about it. I actually felt a bit of relief at that, I didn't know how far Jack and Terry would actually go since they had become quite uninhibited with the touch the last time. We could just go to bed, get some sleep. "I think I will catch a long hot shower." Debs said, heading for the bathroom. "OK." I went back to fiddling with the TV. I barely got plopped down on the bed when the room phone rang. "Hi, Dan! Jack is on a job right now, I just got your message." Terry's voice said. "Hi. Yea, Debra called, she was wondering if you guys had any appointments?" I told her. "Sure, we can. We would love to see the two of you again." I heard a soft titter from her. "They will be here at 11, hon." I told Debs when she came out of the bathroom. "Great! I could sure use a nice rubdown." She went back in and got a robe, tossed one on the bed for me. I went and took my own shower since it was already after 10 PM. +++ "Hi, guys!" Jack said when I opened the door. Terry was right behind him. I did a quick double take, Terry had on a halter top and shorts, there was a tiny diamond in her navel. The top was rather small. No sign of tan lines anywhere. I looked over at Debra but she was watching Jack as he efficiently set up the tables. The short sleeved tank top showed off how well muscled he was. +++ Debra smiled at me, something was wrong. Somehow I was on the table, Terry's hands were on me. I didn't remember even getting undressed, getting on the table. I could see Debra out of the corner of my eye, she was naked. Jack leaning over her, also naked! "Stop!" I said rather loudly, sitting bolt upright. "What's the matter, honey?" Debra asked me, a look of concern on her face. She was beside me in the bed. Looking around, it was just the two of us in the room. An unfamiliar room? "I don't know, I was...I guess I was dreaming." I realized I had fallen asleep watching the TV. "No kidding, you were yelling and acting agitated." She told me. "Man, that seemed real to me." "Well, it's almost 6 AM, want to go down to the cafe and get some breakfast? Then you can tell me all about it." Debs hopped up and headed for the bathroom. +++ My Debs and I share everything, we talk in a way that is probably as uninhibited as it is possible to be. We sat quietly in a corner booth, she did frown when I ordered some crispy hash browns and eggs but didn't say anything. I told her about the dream, she listened carefully because even knowing now that a dream was all it was, it affected me, upset me. Then she patted my hand, went to work on her plate of fruit. "Everyone dreams, most of the time they are not remembered. Probably just that lousy lumpy bed, I don't see how anyone could sleep on that thing." She said with a grin. "Probably that is it." I replied. Crazy dreams, not normal for me. Gambling, winning a pretty large jackpot, getting naughty massages? Just crazy dreams. +++ Debs was packing our suitcases for the return flight, she went into the bathroom area and opened the safe. She came back out with a huge wad of cash, began stuffing it into a zip up compartment in her purse. "No way am I putting this into our checked luggage." She said. "That happened?" I asked. "What happened?" "We really did win on that machine?" I asked. "Yes, we did. Are you all right?" She looked at me with concern. "Yea, I am fine. It's just that....?" I shook my head. "When we get home, I want to have you checked out, honey." I just shrugged. "I'm all right." I told her. +++ Debs and I got home normally. The big truck arrived, two young guys unloaded it all into the garage. That part is real. Debs went to the bank and made some deposits, I saw the reciepts so that part is real. I think. There have been no more dreams, and I still am selling things pretty fast, so that part is real too. I also went and saw this guy, a balding little man who peered into my eyes and asked me a bunch of questions. He asked me about the stroke I had several months back, wanting to know if I felt any ill effects. "None I have noticed." I told him. "Hmmmmm." Was all he said. He prescribed some pills but I googled them as soon as I got home and didn't bother to fill the prescription. Hell, I don't want my liver to fall out and I don't like rashes, either. I did check again in the garage when I got home, cases stacked five rows high in there. So that part is real, too. Those dreams I had, they seemed so real to me. That is some weird stuff, I think. "I got an email at the office from Jack and Terry today." Debs told me several days later. "Who?" I asked. "That couple we had give us massages down in Vegas." She said. "Oh. How did they know your email address?" "I gave Jack one of my business cards." She sat down and looked over my shoulder at the email sale I was printing. "Oh. What did they have to say?" "Just how much they enjoyed working with us and if we were ever down in Vegas to give them a call." She got up and headed for the kitchen after giving me a kiss on the cheek. We keep all of the free flat rate priority boxs in a spare cabinet in there, Debs came back with an arm full of them. She sat down and started doing the addresses. I watched her for a bit, each time she grabs the taping tool she sticks her tongue out the side of her mouth, that's cute. So Jack and Terry, they are in Vegas. But we were in Reno. I think? Dreams When you're eighteen and having overly erotic dreams, to whom do you talk? Your girlfriends? They'd laugh and want all the salacious details. Your boyfriend? He'd want to act it out, and that wasn't going to happen. Your mother? Yes, Denise could just see herself going to her mother to discuss erotic dreams. Not in this lifetime. She sighed as she went to bed. Maybe she wouldn't have any tonight. - - - Denise was just walking along one of the corridors after school, minding her own business. She'd nod or exchange words with the odd student that she knew but her mind was really on her destination rather than the journey. Passing one classroom, Denise was taken by surprise when a hand reached out of the door, took her by the arm, and drew her into the empty room. Déjà vu, she thought. This has happened before. She knew what would come next. She didn't turn to try to identify the person who had pulled her in. Her attention was fastened on the teacher's table at the front of the room. That's where it would happen. He was towing her over to the table, leading really, because she wasn't resisting. Reaching the table he gently pushed her forward so she was leaning over it. She waited expectantly. This had all happened before, she knew. Her dress was lifted up and her panties were pulled down. The idea of protesting didn't even occur to Denise. This was just what was going to happen. Protesting wouldn't do any good. A hand was rubbing against her mound, teasing it, starting a slow excitement deep inside her. She could feel fingers trespassing, agitating her even more. Soon things would advance past this stage and she waited, knowing it had to be so. Finally she felt the trespass within her body. He had finally reached the point where he couldn't wait and his invasion had begun. He felt large. He wasn't rushing her, but giving her time to adjust as he slowly drove deeper into her. She could feel herself squirming slightly, pressing back against him, taking him deep, feeling herself stretch to accommodate him. She felt a bump against her rump as he pressed home that last little bit and held there, pinning her against the table. Hands closed over her breasts. Looking down at them, Denise found she was now naked, but that seemed only natural. Voices in the hallway as students strolled past the open door to the classroom. If they saw what was happening, they ignored it. No-one turned their head to watch what was being done to her. They had no interest in the fact that she was nude. Turning her head slightly to try to see who it was who had her pinned all Denise could see was that he was big and naked. She was sure he hadn't been naked when he fetched her into the room and idly wondered why he was now. Not that it made any difference. It really seemed right that he should be; she was. Now he was starting to move, slowly withdrawing and then pushing firmly back into her. Denise felt her own body stirring, wanting to move with him. His hands teased her breasts while his cock drilled into her. Denise relished the feel of those hands on her sensitive breasts, her nipples standing firm, begging to be touched. She was pushing back against him now. Every time he pushed into her, Denise pushed firmly back against him, letting his cock sink deep. Slowly the speed of his assault built. No longer was he taking his time. He was driving into her faster and faster. Denise felt the tensions within her tightening, the fires that burned within being fanned to greater heights until they seemed as though the furnace would devout her. Everything was silent except for the slap of his flesh against her and the sound of her gasping. From the time he had first pulled her into the classroom neither had spoken a word. Things were speeding up. Denise couldn't take much more. She was whimpering now, need burning within her. Her nerves were coiling tighter and tighter and Denise knew something was about to snap. Something did and Denise snapped awake with a gasp. She lay in her bed, shuddering slightly, acutely conscious of the turmoil in her loins. Stupid dream, she fumed. That was the third time she'd had that dream recently. She wondered if this was her body's way of telling her to go out and get laid. Slowly relaxing, Denise drifted off to sleep again. - - - School was finished for the day. There was a game on that evening and Denise strolled down the hallway wondering if she should go and see it. Show a little team spirit. As she passed the arts room a hand snaked out and caught her, pulling her inside. Again? The thought drifted across Denise's mind. Why is this so familiar. Looking to see who had her, she recognised Tony. He was a senior, the same as her, and he was also a member of the team. She'd have thought he would be getting ready for the game, not dragging girls into classrooms. Her eyes fell on the teacher's table. Why did that table seem both familiar and important? Tony was hustling her over towards the table and Denise suddenly found herself pushed forward over it. Again she had that funny feeling that she has done this before in her dreams. It didn't stop her protesting. "Stop it, Tony," she snapped. "What do you think you're doing?" There was no answer. Or, at least, no verbal answer. Denise had a funny feeling that having her skirt go north and her panties go south was all the answer she was getting. Surely he didn't mean to try to rape her right her in the classroom? Anyone could come past. "Tony, will you cut it out," she snapped, while a little voice whispered to her, "Protesting doesn't help, remember. He goes ahead and takes you." The little voice was right, Denise found. Tony's hand was playing with her pussy, stroking it, massaging and sliding fingers into her. His other hand was on her back, holding her firmly in place. Denise had made her protest and now just stood there, letting it happen. It all seemed so inevitable. It had happened before and it was just happening again. Her eyes widened as she felt Tony press his erection against her. His fingers were directing it, steering it into her, and now it knew where it was going and was driving home. Denise gasped, another protest forming, only to be lost in a squeak as Tony gave a hard push, driving deep into her, stretching her and forcing her to accept him. She could feel his hands on her breasts and looked down. She could see the outlines of Tony's hands against her blouse. He'd slid them up under her blouse and pushed her bra aside, laying claim to the soft flesh underneath. Why, wondered Denise, doesn't someone come along to interrupt us? Then her wondering was driven from her mind as Tony started surging back and forth within her. Tony's hands squeezed her Denise's breasts while his cock drove determinedly into her. Denise gasped and pushed firmly back against him, ensuring that he went deep. I've done this before, came that familiar whisper. I know how this goes. Slowly but steadily Tony increased the tempo. Denise knew it would happen and pushed back against him. There would be no interruptions. All she could do was stay with Tony until the end, and Denise worked hard to keep up with him. Things were moving too fast. Denise could feel Tony pounding away at her, trying for his own climax. She could sense he wasn't worried about her, just his own release. Denise pushed hard against Tony, knowing if she wanted to climax she'd have to work for it. Denise found herself lost in a daze. All that was real was Tony inside her, both pleasuring her and driving her crazy. She squealed in frustration as she felt Tony start to take short hard strokes, ready to blow his stack. She gave a sob of relief as she pushed hard back against him, feeling the splash of his seed and finding her own climax was washing over her. Denise stayed bent over the table, sensing Tony's withdrawal. She gave a squeak as a hand gave her a swat on the bottom. "Thanks, love," said Tony. "You were great." Denise stood there, feeling sticky and stunned as Tony walked away. "I'm not going to wake up this time," she whispered to herself. "That actually happened. It wasn't a dream. Those dreams weren't dreams. They were premonitions. They were warning me." Slowly she bent and pulled up her panties. "Note to self," she muttered. "Do not, ever, get on the team bus. You don't want to find yourself living that second dream." Dreams It has been a long, lonely weekend with my wife away on a shopping trip with friends. The house feels very empty as I walk down stairs to take a shower. There's nothing like a hot shower to make me miss my wife even more. It reminds me of what I don't have right now. The shower feels too big with out a naked woman in here pressing her body against me. I close my eyes as the hot water runs down my front and can almost hear her low whisper. "We better not forget to clean this." My cock jumps to life as her soapy hand runs down the length of it, pulling the skin back to let the water massage the tip while her fingers wrap around the shaft and begin to move. My eyes spring open, hopeful, but no, I am still alone, though I now have a major hard-on. I contemplate giving myself a hand job but there is something about the thought that just makes me feel even more lonely. With a sigh I finish my shower and get dressed for bed. I put on a black sleeveless tee-shirt that my wife gave me and a pair of tight black boxers. Just thinking of the way she looks at me when I dress like this starts getting me hard again. It seems like one of these days I would learn to not torture myself like this, but it is not this day. I go to bed with a stiff cock and try to get some sleep. My dreams are filled with her. I hear a noise outside my bedroom door and walk out to find my wife standing in the living room. She is wearing a pair of tight low-rise blue jeans and a red and black corset. As I enter the room she spins slowly around so I can take in her whole body, the jeans hugging the round cheeks of her perfect ass. "Do you like my new outfit, baby?" In response I grab her and pull her close, my stiff cock pressing against her ass as I reach around to squeeze her firm tits. One hand moves down to unzip her pants and slide them over shapely hips to reveal her sexy ass, covered now by only a pair of white, see through boyshort panties. My hand moves inside her panties, feeling the moistness growing at her pussy. She is beginning to moan softly as my fingers part her lips and slide into her. "Well," She moans, "It seems someone missed me." I push her shoulders forward until she is leaning over the couch. My fingers come out of her pussy long enough to pull her panties down and then remove my boxers. She looks back over her shoulders and gives her ass a little wiggle and I grab it again, pulling it back as my cock sinks deep into her pussy from behind. This elicits a n almost scream from her and I pound in furiously, my lack of sex the night before culminating in a wild desire to fuck her hard and quick. I can feel my orgasm about to start... We are walking through a lingerie store. She is wearing a tight black dress that barely covers her ass and every time she bends over to look at something it rides up a little and I can see her ass, the cheeks divided by a bit of pink satin from the panties she is wearing. She turns to me holding a red lace teddy and grabs my hand as we move back to the dressing room so she can try it on. I am inside the dressing room as my wife bends over to remove her heels. The dress rides up again and as she bends lower her ass cheeks seem to spread invitingly. My hard cock is soon pressing her thong aside and as I enter her ass she lets out a low moan of pleasure. I thrust hard and deep, one hand reaching around to push fingers inside her wet pussy while the other pulls her against me. Her moans have turned to almost screams, my fingers that are inside her can feel the walls of her pussy tightening with her orgasms as she cums hard. I can feel my own beginning to build. One more hard thrust deep inside her ass and... It's a summer afternoon. We are somewhere in a grassy clearing in the forest near our house. I am bending over to get a drink from a small stream when a pair of black lace panties land beside me. I slowly turn around and there she is, laying back in the soft grass, her pants gone, panties dangling from my hand and her pussy waiting invitingly as the soft breeze blows across it's moistness. I move forward soon I am between her legs, my shaft deep inside her. Her breasts are suddenly bare and my hands grab the round globes and squeeze. Feeling the firmness of them and listening to her moans as I roll her nipples between my fingers. I push deeper inside her, my cock throbs in time to her moans. I can feel the wetness from her orgasm. I am almost there... We are in a restaurant somewhere. I am sure there are other people around but I don't notice them. The only thing I see is my woman, laying on the table before me, a flowery skirt pulled high, her flexible legs up on my shoulders as I grab her thighs and pull her back onto my cock. She is screaming with pleasure. I have one quick thought to wonder how big of a tip I am going to have to leave here before my breath quickens and all thoughts are erased from my mind. It is building strong inside me... I am seated on the couch in our living room. The sounds of a porno on the tv in front of me fill the air but I can't see what is on the screen. A pair of breasts are bouncing in front of me as my own porn star slides up and down my shaft. Her perfect tits glisten slightly with a sheen of sweat she has built up riding me so hard. The smell of her sex is in the air. My legs are quite wet so she must have cum several times already. As another orgasm rocks her body she leans back and looks over her shoulder to watch the action on the screen as another girl screams with pleasure while a huge cock fills her with cum. My own body is ready for release. I can feel it so close... There are soft, moist lips running across my cock. Her fingers graze by balls and gently run across my ass, one moist digit stopping to rub a little more firm at my hole. Her mouth is poised over my cock. There is a wicked grin on her face as she looks up into my eyes and then drops her head down, sucking hungrily. At the same time her finger enters me. The pleasure is so intense. My cock is deep in her mouth, her lips almost touching my balls. She begins moving her head up and down in time with her finger moving in and out. Her tongue is swirling around my shaft. I can feel the pleasure building again... I feel a cool, moistness on my cock. My eyes shoot open as a tight pressure surrounds my shaft. I look down my body in time to see my cock disappearing into the puckered hole of my wife's ass. She sinks all the way down with a little grind and a deep moan as she kneels astride me, facing away. Slowly her ass rises again. I watch as my cock begins to appear before she slams down hard again with another moan. She begins to ride me furiously, leaning forward and letting her ass work me hard. Her hand seems to be working her pussy and clit and she is moaning almost steady. Finally a wild orgasm takes over her, her whole body shaking as she slams me as deep into her ass as she can get. I respond with my own orgasm. I can feel my cum squirting out deep into her hole. Finally our orgasms subside. My wife pulls up off me, letting me stare at her ass for a second as a little bit of my cum dribbles out before turning around to face me. "Oh, I'm sorry. Did I wake you up? You had such a hard cock as you lay there sleeping and I thought it would be a shame to let it go to waste."