0 comments/ 10612 views/ 0 favorites More Than A Dream By: Xesevoli She was a grown woman with a grown family. She'd divorced her husband a short time before. The divorce was caused by the usual events that you hear about but hope to never experience yourself. She'd recently relocated, found a new job that was exciting and she was enjoying her new life, except that she was alone nearly every night. She missed a man's presence, and longed for the good man she'd found. The nights were especially long. She worked long hours every day. Recently she'd found a site that published erotica. Her lonely evenings and nights prompted her to read a few stories and post a few photos of her own. Responders to her photos seemed to enjoy them. A few nights ago she'd posted a few new photos posted to the site and read a few responses before coming across one that she enjoyed. As ladies do, she'd responded to the note stating her delight at his enjoyment and on a whim had included her email address. She had no idea who the writer was because the profile and bio were deliberately misleading. Was it a man or a woman? The response had stated that it was from an author. She read a few of the author's stories. Had the author actually experienced some of the items included in the stories? It was intriguing and maybe they'd acknowledge her note. A short time later she received a short response thanking her for her interest and asking more personal questions. Again she'd responded and asked several questions of her own. The author was a man and appeared thoughtful. They'd exchanged a few short notes before she'd retired for the night. The next morning there was a note that he'd found more of her photos and responses on the site and read her latest. He definitely liked them and their erotic nature, and encouraged her to post more. Anyway, the notes continued for a few nights and their relationship developed enough that she'd sent him a couple of private photos of herself. He'd replied that she was beautiful. It came as no great surprise because other responses to her thread frequently included replies from males stating that she was. Tonight she had talked with him quite late before signing off and heading for bed. He'd asked her to think of him as she drifted off. She'd promised that she would. After signing off she'd done a bit of yoga before climbing into her large bed. She was a lady and always prepared for bed the way she'd always wanted to for a man. Tonight she wore only a simple transparent shorty pullover gown. She'd comforted herself trying to imagine what he must look like, and soon found her hands exploring the possibilities. She'd fallen asleep that way with one hand on her breast and the other nicely nestled in her private place. The comforter was warm as she'd pulled it up. A few hours later something seemed to wake her. She reached to the nightstand and turned on the light. She looked around and saw only the room. She rubbed her eyes before getting up for a drink of water and to check the doors and windows. When she returned, her laptop computer was sitting on the desk where she'd left it. She remembered that he'd offered to send her links to some Instant Messenger programs and so she scribbled a note of thanks and a request for them. She sent the note off and closed the computer. As she turned around she noticed the bed and stared at it. It looked like a man's outline was under the comforter. Startled but curious she tiptoed to the side of the bed, threw back the comforter and stepped back. Whatever had caused it left a depression in the pillow and was under the top sheet. Again she stepped forward and threw back the sheet. She stared at a depression in the bottom sheet also. It was as if someone was lying in bed, but the light was good and there was definitely no one there. Slowly she inched forward again and reached out to touch the deepest depression. Her hand stopped short against something and she jumped with her heart in her throat. It felt like someone was laying there. It was warm and felt like skin, but there was on one there. Was she dreaming? Everything was so real, but it had to be a dream. She puzzled for several moments and the depression neither moved nor went away. Well, if this was a dream she'd thought, I'm going to experiment and enjoy it if it's a man. Perhaps her evening's exchange with the mysterious man on the Net had fostered this dream. It was so realistic. She climbed onto the bed on her knees and reached out again. She ran her fingers across that warm imaginary body. She felt a strong chest, flat tummy, firm loins and ... yes! It was there. She closed her hands around it and felt it surge to life. She stroked it and it felt strong and good. Her fingers explored further and she cupped him as she stroked. Soon, her curiosity exceeded her wariness and she lowered herself to him and tasted him. He responded again and she felt his hips rise with each stroke of her hand. She moved toward the pillow with one hand still in place and reached out to find a face to go with everything else. She leaned forward and explored with her lips until she found his mouth and began a slow sensual kiss. The kiss was returned with passion and soon they were deeply involved in tongue play. She felt arms encircle her and pull her toward this imaginary man. She was suddenly overwhelmed with his scent and his touch. Did dreams include the ability to smell? This one surely did. His hands traveled lightly over her body. The sweetness of his touch raised goose bumps on her warm body. His palms pressed firmly at her sides, her tummy, her back, her bottom, and her thighs. When she paused for breath and she felt him sit up and slowly move between her legs. He pushed the gown up to her neck and then she felt her legs being lifted and the moist warmth of a kiss as her legs were spread further. She reached down and her fingers tangled in a full head of hair as she felt the first hint of an orgasm. His hands spread her and his tongue caressed her openness. Soon his hand was inside her and his tongue was circling her. His mouth was on her spot and she felt her firmness drawn in between imaginary lips. The sensation continued as she arched her back and pulled his face down hard. She rotated her hips and thrust forward demanding more of his tongue and his attention. He did everything for her. He stroked and rubbed, licked, tongued, sucked and stroked. It was everything she'd wanted forever it seemed. She'd climaxed and just as she was coming back down, she was raised again and climaxed repeatedly. This was the best dream she'd ever had. It was a dream more powerful than any she'd ever heard of and still it went on. She felt herself soaking the bed and felt his breath warm in her wetness. Slowly he eased her back down and she regained her breath. But, her dream wasn't over and she intended more. This time she went down on him and felt that firmness as it entered her mouth. She stroked him with her hand as she stroked him with her mouth. She took him deep again and again. It was like the stories she'd read from the man on the Net. Do kindred spirits exist? Can they be intimate? He was thrusting too, and wrapped her hair around his fist as he pulled her to him. He was losing control and she was in command and relishing her power. She paused for a moment to catch her breath and for the first time heard what sounded like a moan from him. She dove back determined to hear him moan again. It was only a moment and his hand had pulled her hard as she took him deep. She heard him distinctly announce that he was about to cum and she felt good about it. He did cum and he filled her small mouth. It was so good and so real. She felt him release his hold on her hair and reach over to stroke her cheek. She was pleased in this imaginary world. She moved back and lay beside him before finding his lips again with her own. Now she could not only smell his scent, but her own as well and she tasted both their juices with her tongue. The taste was sweet. She could hear him breathing as if he was real and as his breathing subsided she reached down again. She found him and held him. She breathed a question asking who he was and there was no answer. She continued her efforts and in a few minutes knew that he was ready again. She climbed atop and slowly lowered herself onto him. She felt her lips parting and felt him entering and sliding gently within. He was large and long and it took her a few moments to appreciate his size. She felt him bottom out and smiled inwardly. This was going to be the best imaginary fuck of her life. This time, instead of raising her hips and thrusting, she slid sideways and felt his cock being bent and rubbing her firmly within. before he was out, she slid back and past to the other side. She'd never done this before, but it came as instinct and she felt him returning the pleasure as he rolled slightly opposite her direction to more quickly reach the limit and return. The sensation of this rolling was exotic and she felt herself climax as he grabbed her waist and began moving her side to side with more pressure and speed. Her body was in constant contact with his and she didn't raise it once or separate for even a moment. Now he changed direction and was pushing her away and then pulling her forward again with her body, her pussy, tightly against him all the way. This new motion left his cock dragging along her clit and rubbing hard against her g-spot as he pushed her back and she felt him filling her as he pulled her forward. Now it was her turn to moan and soon her voice was crying out for more. They climaxed hard and together. She felt her juices along her leg and then slowly he softened again. They lay still and her tired body caused her to doze off. A few minutes must have passed when she felt his kiss on her lips again. She wrapped her arms around him and pulled him to her breasts. She moved sideways and pressed her hard nipples against him and used them to massage his chest. He pulled back, gave her nipples a firm pinch and fondled each breast before she heard him say thank you. She sat up as he got up from the bed. She heard him ask if he could come back again and she whispered yes. She heard the front door open and shut. She'd started to ask this imaginary man not to leave, but now he was gone. She looked over at the bedside lamp and got out of bed. She was exhausted and happy. The cold floor raised a question again about her dream as she walked to the kitchen. The floor was cold. She pinched herself and it hurt. What kind of dream was this? She was a little frightened as she walked to the door and checked the lock again. No one had come in and she must still be asleep. She turned out the kitchen light and turned back to the bedroom. As she approached the door she noticed something on the floor. She bent forward and retrieved a man's sock. She smelled it and it was his. Even more puzzled, she placed it on the desk and returned to the bed. There was a large wet spot on the sheet and she went to the bathroom and returned with a towel to cover it. As she started to spread the towel, she noticed that all of the fluid was not her own. She reached out and touched it and returned to smell and taste it. It was his, she was certain of it. Puzzled she turned out the light and crawled into bed. She felt the stickiness between her thighs and used the towel to dry it. She had just started to doze when the alarm went off. She sat up, tired but happy and turned on the light. She took her shower and returned to the bedroom to get ready for work. Something caught her attention at the corner of an eye and she turned. The sock was still there. She picked it up and held it to her cheek as she thought about tonight. More Than a Dream As I relive our evening of passion I recall how it all started and wondered where it may lead. Have I created a sex-crazed woman with an unquenchable appetite for another's big cock or has this instance brought us closer by traversing the path of the taboo? Time will tell but for the moment I savor the memory of the time when you took another lover before me. It was my idea initially but by the time I convinced you of my devotion, what you once held as trepidation developed into an unabashed excitement leading to sexual obsession for another man. That is the gift you gave me and this account is the gift I give back and to the many others who may enjoy. It started by me undressing you down to your panties and bra and then leaving your most intimate articles for him to remove. I sat on the bed and you were standing with your back to me and facing him as he first took off your bra. I reached to hold your hand and felt you tremble. What you felt was such a different sensation; loving me but being taken by him. You were nervous but you remain steadfast in receiving the pleasure you could hardly imagine would come next. As I recall the events it was like I am there once again. He starts by kissing both of your nipples as they hardened to the exposure of the cool air and the sensuality of his touch. You look over your shoulder at me almost embarrassed at how much sexual pleasure you are receiving at the hands and lips of another. I return a reassuring smile and by the time he reaches for the waistband of your panties your breath is noticeably deeper and you begin to pant as his fingertips play with the cleavage of your backside and then comes to the front and dangles along your curls and brushes up against your lips. I cannot fully see where his fingers are touching you but your reaction leaves no doubt to what he is doing. You gasp as his fingers dance along your clit and you instinctively widen your stance so his finger can enter you. You bite your lower lip as you feel his fingers go where only a few minutes earlier mine were - before we invited him to our room. As he lowers your panties, your last article of clothing is symbolically removed and your body is totally his to devour. I am there for you but we both know that for the foreseeable future you belong to him and you have surrendered your body to him as I have surrendered my soul to you. After falling to the floor along your ankles, he reaches down and you step up and he takes your panties. He does not say a word but it is clear he is keeping them as a souvenir of his conquest of your feminine appeal. We both know that and although nervous, the emotional draw is clearly something you desire. Once again you look at me meekly as he tucks them in his coat pocket without protest from either of us as there is little we can say. I take your hand again as he instructs you to sit on the bed as he begins to remove his clothes. I am positioned behind you and hold your shoulders and touch your nipples where his lips were only moments earlier. I turn your head to kiss you passionately as we both know what your lips will likely touch next. At this moment, as you sit naked before your lover and try to hide the undeniable excitement you feel for what is beneath his boxers, you are almost stripped of your loving emotion towards me just as he has stripped the last articles of your clothing. You are naked before him and I sit behind you. That sequence and posture is more than mere symbolism for at this point you are more attune with your thoughts of physical lust and desire than you are with thoughts of my love and devotion. You do not choose to turn your back on love and devotion but you cannot hide the rudimentary truth within which is embodied by your near total focus on your lover while tasting my lips. Almost without thinking you break off our kiss to look at your lover before you. By the time we stop our embrace, your lover is undressed except for his boxers and he brings himself only a few inches from your face. You instinctively touch the outside of his underpants and you feel him start to grow. You audibly moan as you slip your hand up his pants leg and feel him in your fingers. You reach to take down his drawers and your lips are instinctively drawn to the head of his cock and you put him in your mouth. He is big and you can barely get the full head of his cock in your mouth and your hands slowly work on his balls and shaft. You want to taste him you want to suck on his cock until he cums but he has not the time nor the patience. You move back on the bed and he spreads your legs. I kiss you tasting his pre-cum on your lips mixed with your desire. As I hold you, I prop you up a bit so you are not exactly sitting and not exactly lying on the bed. You look down as he bends slightly and the head of his cock begs against your opening. This is the time to stop -- this is the time to draw a line in the sand and not cross. You could stop it. I could stop it. But we both are too far drawn to the sexuality to stop the inevitable. Like a moth is drawn to the light you raise your hips to feel more of him against you. He does not look nor ask for permission but he proceeds, seemingly reading your mind as he mounts you. I am almost surprised that there neither of us speaks up or protests or shows even the slightest bit of resistance or even hesitation. It is as if our minds are so sexually charged by the moment that we lost any token of modesty. I hold your shoulders and play with your breasts as his cock starts to enter you, slowly at first and your body shakes with the excitement of your first orgasm. I kiss your neck as you look down and watch him go in deeper. Although his cock is sizable and as big as any you had before and bigger than I had imagined, you are soaked and any difficulty you have in handling his girth is quickly replaced by an almost unfathomable urge to feel more of him. I can feel as you push up towards him, wanting, begging, and pleading for him to touch you in places that almost seem unfamiliar. "Oh God!" you scream as you close your eyes, feeling my arms around you but concentrating on the sexual invasion of another man's huge cock. I kiss your neck and a tear escapes your eye and you open your eyes to almost a dazed look. You have two men lusting after you and are the focal point of pleasure. You do not have the strength to do anything but moan and mumble and he begins to re-enter you, going in and out. You feel my hardness along your back and you can tell I am receiving almost as much pleasure as you but as much as you feel my heart and love, you are overcome by the lust that only comes with the taboo of the moment and the feel of him inside you. You reach up and touch my face and as you have yet another orgasm I can feel it envelope your entire body as your hand wanes along my face, slowly sliding down until it rests on your own shoulder. Your breathing is shallow and matches the incessant pounding that his cock is giving you. His burning desire and capturing of your body has only begun and you are speechless by your total capitulation at the hands of his cock. I sit on the bed supporting you, holding you, and adoring you. Your eyes open and close at random seemingly coming in and out of consciousness caused by your sexual exploitations. I run my fingers through your hair and stroke your face. You lean back and bite your lip and momentarily look up at me and your eyes say it all. You have not the vigor nor desire to do anything but to give the most passive of responses to the relentless pounding of your lover's big cock. I am there with you but you do not feel love -- you do not feel passion -- you only feel the physical coveting that is filling you with every movement of his cock. You squirm and fidget, raising your pelvis to meet his every stroke and your actions only enhance your surge of stimulation. I reach lower and with my left hand on your bottom push you closer to your lover and you moan in delight and are soon lost in another world of exhilaration -- totally unaware of my kisses on your neck and my caresses to your shoulder. Your focus is on the never ending penetration of your lover - losing total consciousness of your surroundings. One orgasm leads to another and after losing count I realize that you have been in a continual state of frenzy that cannot be classified as anything but an epidemic state of arousal. When he is close to the edge, we can both sense it and you stiffen when his first shot is felt deep within your womb. Undaunted he pulls out and deposits his next rope of semen atop your body stretching from your right shoulder and stretching down to your lower abdomen. It hits with such magnitude that even in our own state of bedlam we are shocked by its force. His cock twitches once more and again another load, leaving almost as much cum, is spread across you, this time starting at your chin and ending on your breasts. You instinctively reach for his cock and as he rises, he brings it to your lips. Ounces of his cum are strewn across your body but his cock still twitches slightly as you taste and lick the last remnants on his shaft and on his head. My hand rides upon yours and I can feel the slippery substances along your fingers and I gasp as I feel your hand jerk his cock and realize I am more than just watching as you submissively milk his cock to taste his last drop. Dazed but seemingly undaunted, I take my other hand and touch your cheek. My fingers along your face are replaced by my lips as I kiss your face, fully realizing that the bulge in your cheek is caused by his cock -- realizing in whatever light that I am able -- what it must feel what it is like to dutifully suck a man's cock. Having ending his climax, he takes his cock from your mouth and steps back and your lips search for mine and we embrace in a passion all our own. Our tongues dance to our own tune and as I taste the bittersweet trails, I realize - my love, my passion, and my adoration, has now been characteristically sealed with the baptismal seed of your. We are too lost in our own world to realize that your lover had hurriedly dressed. I reach for your face and can feel more of his cum long your chin and cheek and as taboo as I feel this moment, I cannot help but feel a lust and desire that is unmatched in the annals' of my memory. I look up and notice your lover leaving, your panties clearly hanging out his pocket. He has taken your lingerie and you gave him pleasure but he left a playground of trails upon your body that we will explore together. My lips dangle along your nipples, tasting his cum and succumbing to a desire all our own. His cum has marked you, leaving an indelible impression on our soul as it has left remnants of on your body. Our souls having capitulating our own emotions to the physical desires of your body -- are now left untethered to explore each other's desire. We take this path knowing that for one evening -- one moment in the history of our relationship - we both gave into a taboo desire. It formed our being and created two souls that ceded to a litany of insatiable and almost unspeakable acts at the hands of your lover who now possesses your panties. The rest of the evening, we lose track of time as seconds turn into minutes and minutes turn hours. Time means nothing when we are in paradise.