2 comments/ 5351 views/ 2 favorites Night Dream By: Thisisntme I dreamed about you last night. It was after we'd gotten off the phone; after you made my legs shake and my heart pound and my body go slick and tight with only your voice, your words. Even though I had been embarrassed at first, blushing and stammering, you were patient and drew me into arousal, coaxing me closer and closer until I reached a shattered. I moaned and gasped into the phone, soaking up your sexy voice and words of encouragement and praise like a desert flower drinks in the rain. I had crawled into bed, sated and drowsy. My only intent was to sleep. I had no trouble falling asleep; closing my eyes was all of the effort it took on my part. I awoke with your hot breath on the back of my neck and your voice in my ear. I didn't question it. How could I when your voice, low and hot and dark, instantly brought my body's memories to the surface, beading my nipples into hard peaks and making my breath come short. I felt your hand slip up my side, over my bare skin, still fragrant with the dark chocolate scented soap I had used to bathe after our earlier conversation. I felt you inhale, your cheek against my neck, scenting me. You say my name on a whisper. I jolt, hard, as teeth close on the back of my neck, your tongue laving my skin, your hand roaming my body. I feel you brush the side of my breast, then cupping it in your hand. I shiver, head to toe. Lightly, your thumb brushes the very tip of my nipple and it is an electric current through me. When your fingers close over my nipple and tug, I cry out, biting my lower lip, pushing my ass back against your hardness. I love it that you keep your mouth on me, furiously nipping, licking, sucking, and kissing my neck. You don't neglect my ears, the line of my jaw, the top of my shoulder, or the corner of my mouth. You keep me pinned on my side, despite my wriggling and protesting. Suddenly you are speaking, telling me low and dirty what you are going to do to me, what I am going to do to you. I whimper as your clever fingers slide down my stomach, between my legs. I buck against your hand as you slip one long finger into my folds, finding me slick and swollen and greedy for your touch. I can feel your cock, long and hard and thick, snugged into the cleft of my ass, pulsing and hot. I want you so badly. Your teeth fasten onto my earlobe as you delve into me with your fingers. My clit is puffy with lust, tender and eager for every touch. You brush it teasingly as you rock your hips in the barest of motions, scarcely moving, creating the hint of friction between our bodies. I want to sob. I want to come. I want to be fucked. I tried thrusting my own hips and in response you stilled; I would not get anything from you if I didn't remain motionless. I can feel how slick your fingers are inside of me, wet with my juices. Finally, when I am frantic, you urge me to part my legs; just enough to give you complete access to my pussy. I moan loudly as you sink two fingers into my wet heat. It's almost what I need. It feels so good that I am pacified for the moment, letting my need for your cock slip back, concentrating on the rhythm of your fingers fucking me. I reach behind me with one hand, just enough to slip between our bodies and graze your cock with my fingertips. You growl into my ear, thrusting against my ass with renewed force. I rub my thumb over the very tip, delighting in the moisture I find, knowing that I caused it to be there. In a flash, I am rolled onto my stomach, pinned flat against the mattress. Your big hands stroke my body, down my sides, cupping my ass cheeks in your palms, squeezing. I feel a teasing wetness at the top of my ass crack and realize that it's your tongue. My body tightens, anticipation and want making my muscles clench. You kiss up my spine, pressing your body to mine as you reach my neck, nestling your cock against my ass, the hot skin of your chest against my back. You hold me there, just for a moment, then your weight is gone and your hands are at my hips, pulling me up onto my knees. I feel the fat head of your cock against my pussy and then you drive into me, sinking balls-deep, ripping a strangled scream from me, smothered into the bedding. You fuck me with long, hard strokes, gripping my hips in your hands, pulling me back to meet your every thrust. I am lost in rough pleasure. I start to whimper and you speed up, driving and pushing me. I cum and it takes me high and blind; I am unaware of anything but dark delight, your hands at my hips, and the sheets beneath my cheek. You slow, drawing out the waves of heady pleasure, murmuring words of encouragement as my inner walls squeeze your cock. I tremble as your hands caress my ass, grazing up my sides. I arch like a cat in your hands, reveling in my own response to your touch. My heartbeat echoes where our bodies join, throbbing and pulsing, making me ache. I am acutely aware of your cock, still so hard, filling me. As coherent thought returns, I realize that I want to give it back to you; the pleasure of being taken. Before you have a chance to protest, I slip away from you, biting my lip in regret when our bodies part. I rise up onto my knees and turn to face you, looking my fill, seeing how you wait, almost suspiciously, on your knees, slightly spread, hands at your side. Your cock is stiff and proud, jutting forward, shiny and wet with my own juices. I feel my mouth go dry. I knee-walk forward until your cock brushes my belly and the tips of my nipples kiss your chest. I raise my hands, running them over your chest, the tops of your shoulders, then, I frame your face with them and lean forward. I nip your bottom lip between my teeth, tracing the outline of it with my tongue. Stroking your shoulders with my hands, I nuzzle your neck, sucking and kissing, angling up to scrape your jaw line with my teeth, rubbing the soft skin of my belly against the hot hardness of your cock. I dip my hands down, brushing your belly, delighting in the way it clenches under my fingers, the way you remain mostly still even though I can feel your heart racing against my lips at your neck. I kiss down, tracing one nipple and then the other, flicking and licking, teasing them with my tongue, stroking your stomach, going lower with every touch. Finally, my fingertips brush against your cock, and the way you suck in your breath makes me smile. I feel so very female, so sexy, teasing and pleasing you this way. It makes me wet all over again. Suddenly I wrap my hand around your shaft firmly. You thrust into my palm, unable to check that reflexive response. I rub my thumb over the tip, smearing the sticky fluid there, rubbing it all over the broad head. I flatten my hand and caress the underside of your cock, root to tip, rubbing it, flicking my fingertips over your balls. Your head drops forward to watch as I circle you again and start to stroke, rubbing the head of your cock against my stomach as you get harder with every pull of my hand. After a minute I push back on your chest. You cock an eyebrow at me, but obediently lie down on your back. I want to taste you. I want to taste myself on your cock. I sit on my knees between your spread legs and bend down, my hair falling in a curtain of riotous curls. I blow softly across the tip of you and then use my tongue to lick, butterfly soft, just there. Your hands clench in the sheets. I lick all around the tip, tasting and learning every bit of you. Finally, I close my mouth over you, sucking you in, taking as much of your cock into my mouth as I can, thrilled at the thrust of your hips and your hands clutching at my hair. You lift up my hair and watch me slide my mouth up and down your shaft. I stroke the underside with my tongue and use one hand to caress and cup your balls, rubbing a thumb just behind your sac. I suck and lick, fucking you with my mouth until I feel your balls tighten and I know that you're about to cum. I pull back slowly, licking my way away from you. I rise and straddle your hips, reaching between us with one hand, guiding your rod into my wet tightness, mounting you so slowly, watching your face as I sink down onto you, my muscles stretching to take you in. When I am fully impaled on your hard cock, I lean forward nipping at your chest, dipping my back to brush my nipples against your hot skin. Your hands grab my ass, squeezing my cheeks as I start to move, grinding against you, circling and rocking my hips. The pressure is building. It turns me on so much to fuck you, to give you pleasure. I sit up more, watching as your eyes go to my tits, lightly bouncing in time rhythm with my hips. My pussy aches as you sit up too, catching first one, then the other, nipple in your mouth, sucking deep. My head falls back and I gasp, my motions becoming faster, more frantic. This was all to be for you and now I am close to losing control. You grasp my hips and start thrusting upwards as I rock back and forth. I can feel the tingles starting deep in my stomach; I am going to cum. Now it is my turn to talk. Please, yes, fuck me, ohgod, yes. I cum with a ferocity that shocks me, my nails sinking into your shoulders, my pussy clutched tight around your driving cock. You thrust once, twice more and erupt, spurting deep inside, bathing my battered pussy in hot cum. I can't stop moaning and clenching around you. Eventually the tremors subside, leaving us both limp and drained. You slowly sink back, drawing me to lie on your chest. And everything fades. When I awake next it is with need and unfulfilled hunger, and I know that the first time I woke had been a dream. Night Dream I'm sleeping on my stomach. A cool breeze blows through the open window, making it a perfect night to be tucked in safe in bed. In dreams I'm floating in a sunlit cove. Floating in the sunlight and cool water. A creak and a rustle. Cool air hits my legs because my night shirt is up at my waist. A heavy weight presses me deeply into the mattress. I'm pinned in place. My heart trips wildly in my throat. I can't breathe to scream. A hand covers my mouth. I can't move. A hot rough voice whispers darkly in my ear, "Be quiet. Don't fight me, and I won't hurt you. Fight me and I will. I'm going to fuck you, slut. Nod to show me you understand. Do you understand, slut?" And he pulls my hair hard. I nod and whisper, "I understand." "Are you going to do as your told?" I hesitate and his grip in my scalp tightens painfully. "Yes," I whisper, anxiety spiking through my system, and something darker, making my body hyper sensitive everywhere his naked body presses into mine from above. "Yes, what?" I think a moment, and hesitantly reply, "Yes, sir?" I receive the press of teeth by my ear, and a, "Good girl." My body starts to shake and tremble. Sweat coats my skin. I can feel him bracing his arms around me as he shifts his weight and thrusts with his pelvis. His erection feels hard and hot against me as he rubs against my ass, getting closer and closer to my entrance. "Don't, please don't do this." I start to fight, I can't help it. I have to get his body off of me. Smack! A stinging blow lands on my cheek. "You want rough, baby? You want to fight me? Go ahead, fight me." Another slap stings my cheek. Rough hands squeeze my breasts painfully and he laughs low in his throat. I try to evade. I try to scratch. I try to bite and get out from under him. He's stronger and twists my arms painfully behind my back and up. That hurts too much. I freeze. Then he ties my wrists together, it must be his belt. I wiggle my hands, but it's tight, and that's when he thrusts into my core. "Mmmm. Very nice. Whose the little slut? You're pussy's all wet. You're excited. You want my cock and I'm going to give it to you, every inch. I'm going to fuck you til you scream." He begins to thrust his cock in and out, his breathing isn't even loud. Mine is coming out in ragged, gasping breathes. He hitches my hips up, ass in the air and the thrusts grow harder and rougher. I can't move, can barely breathe, with my face pressed into the mattress, and my body is a traitor. It's growing wetter, more liquid, yielding. I can feel each thrust of his cock, and the friction turns from pain to pleasure. I'm helpless and the edge of fear only makes the excitement keener as his body slaps against mine. Harder, and faster, the pace increases and he tells me what a good whore I am. I can feel my body coiling tighter and tighter, out of control, taken over by this stranger. His chest presses against my back and he bites my neck, and tells me to climax, and I do. My pussy convulses and clenches. I can't help it. I push into him and ride the wave. His breathing is getting louder now, and still he keeps hammering into my helpless body again and again. I can't take more, but he keeps going. The spiral starts coiling again tighter and tighter. With a moan, he pulls out of my body and flips me over, pushing his cock into my mouth, with the warning, "No teeth." There I am sucking the cock of my rapist like it's the best kind of treat; I have no shame, only wanting more. He gives it to me, fucking my mouth more and more deeply. I gag a little, but he keeps going, and I love it. Then with a shout, he pulls out of my mouth and I feel the hot, wet spurt of his cum on my face splashing. With a kiss on my neck and a hoarsely whispered, "good slut," in my ear, I feel my wrists released. His cum drips from my face, wetting the mattress. I lie there, limp, and used, and replete. In moments he's gone. I never see his face. Night Dreams “I can’t believe you’re into this bullshit romance crap.” A disgruntled brunette groaned as the romantic scene of the movie they were watching played out. “Somebody has a bad attitude about love.” The redhead said staring into the TV set. “Right, Candy. Just because you’re getting married doesn’t give you the right to get all mushy on me. Thank god the movie is over.” The brunette bounced off the bed the two girls were laying on going up to the mirror to fix her ponytail. She sighed, well, I guess I’m not that bad, she thought. Seeing her brown hair and brown eyes, she did have nice cheekbones and an alright body. But not like Candy. Rya sighed smoothing the large gray T-shirt she wore for pajamas. “Get off it, Rya. This is supposed to be my last sleepover party as a single girl.” Rya turned back to face her best friend of five years. Candy lounged back on the bed in her white satin nightie which made her red hair stand out she was pretty, much prettier than her, Rya thought with her alabaster skin and blue eyes. Everyone stood at attention when Candy walked into a room but no one went out of their way to look at poor plain Rya. Candy and Rya had gone through college together and knew Candy’s fiancé; a wealthy man a few years her senior. “Well what else should we do?” Rya turned to look at Candy’s bedside clock. “Shit, it’s midnight.” “I don’t know.” A teasing light caught in Candy’s eyes making them glitter with mischief. “You can tell me about your love life.” Rya began to laugh bitterly. Yeah, what love life? At twenty three she was still a virgin what did she know that could possibly entertain Candy, the veritable courtesan? “Well, there is this guy...” That immediately hooked Candy in who stood up on her knees on the mattress looking at Rya expectantly. Rya smiled. “But he’s not a normal guy.” “What do you mean?” Candy scrunched up her nose. “He’s a demon, Candy and he’s coming for my soul!” Rya cried out launching herself onto the bed on top of Candy making her squeal. “Bitch! I was totally buying that shit. Serve you right if a demon does come up for your ass.” Rya only laughed. “Look that was fun why don’t we tell each other ghost stories like we used to in the dorms.” “Yeah,” Candy scrambled up. “There’s some ghost books in the library downstairs.” Candy led the way as the two girls made their way downstairs. While Candy was busy planning her wedding she had moved back in with her parents and while not rich they had a large house and with all the kids except Candy gone they had redone the downstairs bedroom as a library for Candy’s father. Candy clicked on the lightswitch which immediately flooded the large room showing the wall to wall bookshelves. Candy went to one corner of the room where she mumbled something about seeing the perfect book while Rya went to the opposite corner. Rya ran her fingers along the dusty spines of several old books admiring the titles as she passed. Suddenly one of her fingers got caught in an indentation along the path of the books. Rya stopped and saw that one book in particular had been pushed in farther than the rest. Curious, she pulled out the book. It was small and of black leather with strange looking words printed in gold foil on the front. Candy’s dad must be into some weird shit, Rya thought opening the book. The pages were crisp and white yet the words on the page were not english but looked like gibberish. Quickly flipping through pages Rya spotted one picture of a man in the shadows. He was really muscled out and tall but his face was somewhat hidden. There was some more gibberish below the picture. “Yo Candy, check this out. Casaremeji ujeare cahirelanu, od zodonace lucifatianu, caresa ta.” Rya laughed. Candy looked up laughing. “What the hell was that?” “Some strange shit that I found in one of your Daddy’s books.” “Well shit, put it back. Daddy’s always been into weird crap. Anyway I found the book.” Rya replaced the book and followed Candy up the stairs. “Oh shit,” A singsong voice said. “She’s really done it now.” The short squat figure ran behind the great black throne whereon sat a brooding man looking into a pool of mist that had moments ago showed the scene of the two girls. “She has just merely fulfilled her fate.” He stretched his arms up above his head arching his muscled back allowing his black claws to extend. He lowered his arms and whispered into the mist. “I think she’s just perfect.” After an hour of ghost stories that had the two girls squealing and jumping they finally fell asleep curled up in the same bed. A soft slowly undulating mist crept underneath the doorframe easing slowly hypnotically closer to the bed. It stretched up one smoky tendril and touched the redhead on her exposed alabaster thigh yet recoiled at the touch. Flowing soundlessly under the bed the mist tried once again touching the other girl that lay slumbering. The silky glide fell across Rya’s shoulder and the tops of her breasts. She moaned softly. Rya felt something gently brushing up and down the side of her body. The rhythm was smooth and slow, drugging her with lassitude. Finally with a groan Rya opened her eyes. “Oh my god.” She whispered. She was no longer in Candy’s room. This room or chamber was dark and Rya could only perceive softly muted light coming from the corners of the room. Rya struggled to get up feeling warm air on her exposed skin she gasped in the realization that she was naked. She quickly brought up her hands to cover her breasts when she heard faint metallic clicks not unlike bracelets jangling. She was in a bed, Rya realized, running her hands along the smooth surface of what appeared to be black satin sheets. In the faint light she looked down at her wrist which had sparkled. Raising up her hands Rya gasped in horror as she saw the fine gold bracelets encircling her wrists to which were attached long gold chains. Rya yanked on the chains finding them securely bound somewhere above the bed. She tried to get off the bed but the chains wouldn’t let her it was then she noticed the hulking shadowy presence that lay on the opposite side of the bed. It was a man. Or at least it was a male figure that greatly resembled a human male. “Come closer.” A silky sibilant whisper caressed her ears. Unwilling though strangely compelled Rya stepped back onto the bed. “Closer. Come to me.” Rya found herself moving closer until she was face to face with the figure beside her. She let out a choked gasp her eyes widening as she saw him. He lay on his side with his head cupped in his hand. His strange glittering green eyes unnerved her as they bore deeply into hers. His eyes were like hers but yet not for his pupils were like a cat’s and she had never such a shade of intense green before. He was very large with massive muscles. From the hips down he was covered by one of the satin sheets the black satin contrasting with the dark tan color of his skin. He had long black hair, not as long as Rya’s but incredibly thick and shiny. It begged to be touched, his lips curved up as though he had read her thoughts. Rya stayed still for a moment but the longer she looked at this male the more uneasy she felt. Quickly she tried to dart back over the bed but one of his hands reached out and caught her wrist. Rya stared shocked at her wrist. His hands were large and hard but it was the black nails that scared her speechless for several moments. “Do you know who I am?” He whispered pulling her so that she was against his hot skin. He literally burned her with his body heat but she perused him carefully. “I don’t know. You’re just a dream.” He laughed then displaying a horrifying set of pearly white teeth with long canines on both the top and bottom sets of teeth. Rya gasped and began to try to twist out of his grip. He pulled on her again harder this time forcing her to lay back against the soft pillows of the bed with his massive body on top of hers. “Of course you know me, Rya.” He kissed her cheek softly nuzzling her neck with his nose his lips tickled her ear as he whispered. “I’ve made you wait for me.” Rya went stiff as he came back up over her. He had to be a dream, he was one of those sinfully sexy men some women have the luck to dream about but in Rya’s case it seemed her dream man had merged with her nightmares to become this demon-like man. She caught her breath as he slid his hands up over her stomach and her small breasts, over her arms to grasp her wrists pinning them to the bed. “Please no.” He dipped his dark head down placing kisses along her neck down to her breast where he licked her nipple causing her to gasp and arch up underneath him. His hot mouth came down then sucking the rigid bead of flesh. Rya could only make small mewling noises as he shifted his attention to her other breast. He released her wrists to let his hands trail down the smooth expanse of her abdomen. Rya tried to move her hands but it was as if he still held them down. She was pinned down helpless and at his mercy. He bit her ribcage causing her to jump in shock. “Stop. Let me go.” She breathed. “This is meant to be. You called me forth and I have come for you.” He kissed lower to the shaved mound of her cunt. He parted the dewy folds of her flesh and licked at the sweetness. “No, no.” He found the tiny bud of her clit and began to lick and suck it. Rya tried to control the sensations coursing throughout her body. She tried to remember that she was scared shitless and that this was a demon of some sort. But she couldn’t stop the sexy moans that tore from her throat speaking to the demon in a language he well knew. His hot breath fanned her inner thigh as he pulled himself away from her enticing cunt. Rya screamed in pleasure as she felt him bite her inner thigh softly. “I’ve kept them all away from you.” He whispered kissing her lips as he moved up her body. “Spread your legs for me.” His hot breath fell on her lips. Mindlessly she did as she was bidden and was rewarded with a steamy kiss. His tongue demanded entry and Rya let her tongue touch his tasting herself on his lips. Her tongue stroked his sharp canines. He looked deep into the luminous brown pools of her eyes as he began to slowly enter her. He was hot and hard teasing her cunt with the first velvet stroke from the blunt head of his cock. He inched forward seating himself slowly into her depths. He was large and he hurt but she didn’t want him to stop. With a smooth thrust he entered her slick, wet virgin cunt. He looked down at her his strange pupils dilated in passion he had bitten his lower lip in the demand to hold back from ripping into her and there was blood welling up. Rya arched up and kissed his lips tasting the spice of his blood as she licked his lips. “You’re mine now.” He began to pound within her. Rya thrust her head back giving all of herself up to her dream lover as he soothed the hurt deep in her cunt with his hard strokes. She could feel the bed shake as he rode her and she screamed in passion as the first waves of orgasm crashed over her. “Rya! Rya!” The next thing Rya knew she was being shaken and she opened her eyes expecting to see the demon’s face but instead saw the worried eyes of Candy looking down at her. “Candy?” “Are you ok? You were screaming.” Candy let her shoulders go as she sat back on her heels. “It was just a dream.” Rya paused for a moment closing her eyes. The most realistic dream she had ever had before not to mention the most steamy. “When she opened her eyes again she asked “What time is it?” “Four in the morning.” “Crap, I’m sorry, Candy, to wake you up.” “It’s not your fault. Do you want to talk about it?” Rya shook her head. “Let’s just get some sleep.” Candy settled back down in the bed and Rya eased off heading toward the bathroom. For some reason it hurt to walk. When Rya stood in front of the mirror she looked at herself. “Man,” She groaned then she turned on the faucet splashing cold water onto her face. That was one hell of a dream. Rya reached up for a towel when a sharp pain in her side made her clutch at her ribcage. Turning to the mirror Rya lifted up her T-shirt and almost screamed as she saw the red bleeding welt on her waist. “It wasn’t real.” She whispered tears in her eyes. But she forced herself to look at her inner thighs. “No,” There marring the smooth skin was another matching bleeding welt. “You didn’t really think it was just a dream, did you?” Came the soft velvet whisper from all around Rya. But there was no one there. “What have I done?” She breathed staring into the mirror at the bleeding wound in her side.