0 comments/ 20583 views/ 0 favorites Sinful Dream By: playful Kitten26 It starts the same every time. I feel myself drifting through a mist. I feel safe, warm and cherished. The mist wraps around me and it is all I see and feel. Then I know he is there. I smell the heady scent of his skin and the cologne he wears. It is spicy and makes my head spin. I look for him but all I can see is the mist. Oh, but the fragrance that follows him, it haunts my mind and teases my senses. I spin in a circle hoping I can see him this time. I have to know what he looks like. What he really looks like not just a vague image the mist allows me. I know he is tall with wide shoulders and long dark hair and dark compelling eyes. But the mist has always hindered me really seeing him. I have felt his face with my hands but I need to know more. I want to know what his face looks like. The need to see him haunts me, awake and asleep. Then I feel his hands slide down my back. My skin becomes rough with goose flesh and the hairs on my arms stand on end. Every time he touches me I feel as if I have touch a live wire. A jolt shoots through my body and I tingle all over. I turn to him and his lips graze mine softly. It is just a whisper of a kiss but I tremble from the effect it has on my system. I place my hands on his chest and feel his heat burn my palms; it feels so good it is almost painful. I lean toward him but he pulls back. I whimper from the need building in me to feel his tongue in my mouth, possessing me. I want to have his body flush against mine, feel his heat and make it my own. He turns me around again and starts to place whispering kisses along my neck. I shiver from head to toe feeling hot and cold at the same time. He bites the spot where my shoulder and neck meets, then blows on the little sting. He continues this until I am moaning, my brain unable to form words. He steps in front of me and takes my hand and pulls me to the ground. I follow because I have no chose and he knows it. I am delirious with my need for him to continue touching me. I need it as much as the air I must breathe to live. As we sink to the ground the mist floats around us and I find myself being laid on a bed with satin sheets. They feel cool under me but I soon forget about them because he has now raised above me. He rains kisses over my face before he settles his lips on mine. I feel his tongue trace the seam of my mouth and I open eagerly for him. He kisses me with a hunger that comes close to matching my own but I know he is still holding back. I feel the muscles in his back tensing and know he is going to pull away again. I wrap my arms around him and press my aching breast against the hard wall of his chest. The sensation is too much. I cry out. I must have more. He knows what I am feeling. He kisses his way down my body until he comes to my shirt. He does not waste his time with the buttons; he just grabs the lapels and rips it open. The violence of the act excites me even more. I wither under him unable to stay still. He takes my nipple between his finger and pinches it causing pleasure-pain to streak through my body. I arch my back and silently beg him for more. He frees me of my shirt and pushes me back onto the satin sheets. His head descends on my pouting nipple and he sucks it into his mouth. He is greedy in his sucking. He bites at me and sucks the sting away before biting me again. He is fast pushing me to the brink of madness. I feel my body becoming ready for him. I am slick with my need to have him inside of me, making me his as only he can. I lift my hips and grind against him in invitation. He pushes back and grinds even harder into my pelvis. The hardness of him makes me wetter than I was before and my panties become drenched. I know he can feel my heat through the barriers of clothes because he groans and lifts his head to give me another deep, hungry kiss. The kiss is no longer enough for ether of us. He pulls away from me only long enough to wrench my pants and underwear free from my body. He falls back onto me and starts to kiss his way down my body. He bites my ribs and licks my belly before he finds his objective. He lifts my legs to his shoulders and lowers his head and licks at me. He uses his fingers to part my moist lips and flicks my clit with the tip of his tongue. My hips buck in reaction to the hot building pressure inside me. I can't stay still as he works his magic on my helpless pussy. He pushes his tongue into me and rubs his finger on my swollen clit. When he feels the walls of my pussy around his tongue start to convulse he thrusts it into me harder and pushes me ever the edge. I scream as I come apart. His mouth is still attached to me not letting my orgasm end. He keeps he awash in sensation until I begin to whimper and beg him to let me descend. He raises over me and smiles down at me. The mist swirls in around us, washing over his body. He resembles an ancient God in all his glory. I don't know when he rid himself of his clothes but I cannot look away from the absolute perfection of his body. He lowers his head and looks deep into my eyes. I can smell myself on his breath and lips. It smells musky but sweet somehow, and I want to taste myself. I pull his head the rest of the way to my waiting lips and thrust my tongue deep into his mouth. Our lips mesh and lock. I suck his tongue into my mouth at the exact moment his body pushes into mine. Even though I am slick from my release, it is not an easy entrance. His dick is long and thick and stretches me to the point of near pain. I break the kiss and suck air into my lungs and try and relax. He pushes his hips into mine and he is settled to the hilt. He is still but for a second. Just enough time for me to become adapted to the feel of him inside of me. He begins to withdraw slowly, inch by glorious inch. When I felt the tip his cock about slip from me he pushes back home. He does this over and over again. With every thrust he is pushing me higher and higher. I feel the tension inside myself building and begin to meet his thrust with one of my own. My body is on fire with sensations. Every touch of his chest against my sensitive breast adds to the shivers racking me. Our bodies are slick with perspiration and we are creating a friction that is sure to push us both over the edge. I want the pleasure but I want him to beg me like I did him even though I know he will not. Using my legs for leverage, I roll over on top of him. I smile down at him as I begin to rock against him. I can feel him pulsating deep inside of me and I tighten the muscles in the walls of my pussy and squeeze him. His eyes roll back in his head and he groans. I love hearing him groan it excites me even more. I begin to move on him. I place my hands on his chest and slowly raise my hips until I am barely on the head of his dick before pushing all the way back down in one smooth motion. I raise myself until I am sitting all the way on him and bring my feet flat against the bed. Using the muscles in my legs I begin to rise and fall back onto him. I am hammering him into me. Over and over I slam his hard cock deep into me until I feel him butting against my womb. I throw my head back and grind him into me. Oh he feels so good. I feel so full, I can't get enough of him. When my legs begin to quiver I lower myself back to my knees and ride him with wild abandon. I don't feel him grab my hips, I am so lost in the sensations racking my body. I am there, just a few more strokes and I will come again. He takes control then. He is pulling my hips toward him while his hips buck from beneath me. His balls are slapping against my ass with every lunge. I feel his dick swelling and know we are going to come together. I push down one last time and explode. Lights are shooting from behind my closed eyelids and fire is racing through my blood. He groans as he empties himself deep inside me. He reaches up and pulls my head down for a deep kiss. As we lay in each other's arms I feel myself begin to drift. I reach out for him but he is just outside of my reach. I cry out but it does no good. The dream is coming to an end. I sit up in bed and look around the dark room. I feel the loss of his heat and shiver. If only it was not a dream I think to myself. I settle back against the sheet and close my eyes. I slowly begin to drift off to sleep once again. Across town a man sits up in his bed and looks around the room. His body is drenched in sweet and he is breathing fast. It was the same dream he has been having for a long time now. He would go to her in the mist and take her on a bed with satin sheets. And every time they are together is better than the last. He can still taste her on his lips. The taste alone is intoxicating. He smiles as he settles back into bed. One day soon, really soon, he will let her see his face clearly in the dream. Then he would be able to go to her in the light of day. Then he would be able to hold her in more than his dreams. Yes, one day soon. Sinful Dream Ch. 2 I settle down for the night and pull the covers up over my body. After turning off the lights I look at the shadows on my ceiling for a little while wondering if I will dream of him again tonight. It always starts out the same. I am walking in the mist, and I smell his cologne. Then I feel him and he touches me and I turn into a ball of fire. I have never been able to see his face clearly, all I can make out is his eyes and smile. Oh how I long to be able to see him clearly just once. I feel myself slipping into sleep and smile. I can already feel the mist wrapping around me. Its warmth and peacefulness surrounds me. I know he will be with me soon. He won’t make me wait long before he is beside me, touching me, taking me. I wander through the mist waiting for him. As always I feel cherished and protected. The mist caresses my skin as I move through it. It wraps around me and takes away all of my worries. The mist starts to part a little and I move to the opening. Stepping into the small clearing I see burning candles surrounding the bed on which we have made love many times. The light shimmers off the satin sheets and off the mist. I walk up to the bed and run my hand across the slick sheets. They slide under my hand, making me remember the times we have withered on these sheets in passion. I smile to myself, thinking about making love on them again tonight. My body is already humming in anticipation. I raise my hands to my shirt and begin to unbutton it. When the last button comes free I slide the shirt from my shoulders and let it fall to the floor. I make quick work on my pants and turn and sit on the edge of the bed. I lean back on my forearms and watch the mist float in around me. I see his form moving through the mist toward me. He moves with a panther’s grace. His broad shoulders and slim hips the first thing I am able to make out of him. Then he steps into the light, I look at his face and feel a shaft of disappointment when I am still unable to clearly make out my beloved’s face. He moves to me and drops to his knees in front of me. He places a soft kiss on my stomach and caresses my sides with his hands. He slowly moves up my body, kissing between my breast and lightly kissing my shoulders. When he finally gets to my neck I am whimpering softly in the back of my throat. He bites me, then softly kisses away the small sting away. He is moving his hands up and down my sides and kissing my jaw, whispering words I can not understand. I feel his lips graze across my own, and I open up for him. But he is not ready to kiss me just yet. He presses his body into mine, pinning me to the bed as he kisses my closed eyelids. I run my hands down his back, feeling his muscles ripple under the light touch. He finally brings his lips to mine and kisses me hungrily. We kiss for a long time, tongue to tongue soul to soul. He lifts his head and I stare into his deep dark eyes. He smiles at me and kisses me again, this time harder than the last. He runs his hands down my sides then pulls my back up off the bed until he has my breast pressed against him. My body is covered with goose flesh, and I feel as if I am holding a live wire. My breasts feel swollen and they are aching, begging for his mouth to kiss them. My body is becoming wet and readying itself for him. Needles of pleasure are springing up from wherever he touches me. He lifts his lips from mine, then begins to kiss his way back down my body. He places light kisses on my neck then bites my shoulder. He finally reaches my breasts but he does not kiss them. I whimper from need and cup my breasts in my hands and lift them to his mouth like an offering. I feel his light chuckle right before his lips lock on my nipple and sucks it into his mouth. I arch my back into his warm mouth begging him for more. He sucks me harder then gently bites my nipple. I moan from the pleasure that shoots from my breast all through my body. My muscles tense and my pussy pulses every times he does that. I am panting for breathe and saying words of encouragement for him not to stop. My whole body is tingling, I feel hot and cold at the same time. I am fast approaching the point of no return. He feels my body tensing and knows I am about to come. He lifts his head and looks straight into my eyes as he sits up. He looks at my body and I see his hunger for me. Looking into my eyes he reaches out and takes my hands and places them on his shoulders. He lies back on the bed and I move over him and start to kiss his chest. I bite his little brown nipple and lick at it until I hear him groan. I start kissing my way down his belly. When I get to the waistband of his jeans I run my tongue just under the snap. I feel him shiver and do it again. He laughs softly and pushes me away so he can undo them. When he lift his hips to push them down his legs I help by pulling them all the way off. I sit back on my heels and just look at him for a minute. He reaches down and grabs my hand and gives it a little squeeze. I look back into his eyes and smile before I lean forward and take him in my hands. I run my hand from head to base and back again. He feels so soft, like warm velvet in my hand. I lean forward and flick my tongue across the head. I taste his precum and do it again. His shaft jerks in my hand so I place my lips on the head and slowly suck it into my mouth. I run my tongue around it as I slowly suck on it deep into my mouth. He tastes so good, I don’t think I will ever be able to get enough of him. I run my hands down his legs as I work his cock in and out of my mouth. I feel his shaft getting even harder and know he is about to cum for me. I push the head all the way into the back of my throat and squeeze it gently with the muscles there. He groans lightly and begins to lift his hips toward my face. He continues to fuck my mouth until he goes stiff and fills my mouth with his cum. It tastes so good. I am becoming intoxicated on it. I swallow all he has to give and it is still not enough. I feel his hands in my hair and look up at him, still sucking him deep into my mouth. He smiles and just shakes his head at me. He grabs my shoulders lifting me from him and pushes me flat against the bed. He leans over me and then reaches for my panties and pulls them off. I am so wet the insides of my legs are damp. He runs his hands up them and pushes them apart. He looks at my wet pussy then runs a finger over my lips. It comes away wet. He looks straight into my eyes and puts the finger in his mouth. Seeing him suck my juices of his finger turns me on even more. I want to feel him moving inside me. I reach for him but he pushes my hands away and lowers his head to lick me. He uses two fingers and presses open my lips and tongues my clit. He licks me for just a second or two just long enough to bring me close to coming. He lifts his head and moves up my body. I feel his weight settle on me, and then his lips are on mine kissing me deeply. I can taste myself on his tongue and suck it deeper into my mouth. I love my taste mixed with his darker one. Our tongues dance around in each other’s mouths until we both need air. We are both panting for breath and our chests are heaving, rubbing together. My nipples are tingling and I have shivers racing through my body. I have to have him now. I wrap my legs around his hips and pull him to me. I feel his shaft rub against my clit and moan. I lift my hips and push. He sinks into me. I feel myself stretching as he pushes the rest of the way in. I feel so full. I tighten my pussy around him and he groans. He starts to move in me then. He pulls almost all the way out only to push all the way back in. His pace is picking up. He fucks me harder and harder. My muscles are getting tight as I feel my orgasm washing over me. I begin to shake as the first waves of pleasure hit me. Wave after wave crashes through me, sending my senses out of control. I don’t know where I end and he starts. He pulls out of me then. I whimper from the loss of having him inside me. He grabs my hips and turns me over. Face down on the sheets I feel him move in behind me. He takes hold of my hips and lifts me to my knees as he once again pushes deep inside me. I push back against him. He tightens his hold on my hips and just holds on as I slam back on his hard dick. His balls are slapping against me as I ride his cock as hard as I can. I throw back my head and let out a small scream as my second orgasm hits. He is deep inside me and the walls of my pussy are grabbing him and not wanting to let go. He is caught up in my orgasm. Held hostage to my body. He starts to hammer into me. He grabs my hair and pulls my head back so he can kiss me as he cums deep inside me. We both fall to the bed panting for breath. I feel him slip from my body and moan. He moves to lie beside me and pulls me against him in spoon fashion. I can feel his cum and my own juices on the inside of my legs. Our smell hangs in the air all around us. I don’t think I have ever smelt anything so good in my life. I turn my head and his lips meet mine. I know our time is almost up but I can’t seem to stop touching him. His tongue plays with mine for a while than we stop to look into each other’s eyes. It is then that I notice I can see him clearly. I am shocked for a second as my eyes feast of his face. He is gorgeous. My fantasies never did him justice. He has high check bones and a strong stubborn jaw. He could have been a fallen angel he was so perfect. He took my breath away just looking at him. I lift my hand to the side of his face and smile at him. He leans down and kisses me gently. As the kiss begins to deepen once more I feel myself begin to drift away from him. I cry out and try and hold onto him but he melts into the mist. I wake up gasping for breath. This could not be happening. After weeks of wanting to see his face I only get to see him for mere seconds. It is not fair. I fall back against the sheets wanting to cry for the loss. Across town a man sits up in bed with a smile on his handsome face. He is pleased with the turn his dream took tonight. She has now seen his face. It is time to come to her face to face and see if all his hard work will pay off. Yes, finally he can really hold her in his arms. But how to arrange the meeting and how will she react coming face to face with her dream lover? Lying back on the cool satin sheets he ponders his next path. - The End -