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Dreamed

By: Jenny_Jackson



I opened my eyes to the utter darkness and stretched the kinks that came from the long day of sleep. I reached up and pressed against the lid of my coffin. As the lid rose, the dim twilight hit me, making me squint against the fearsome horror of the dying sun. The pain blotted out the dream of...her.

Sat up and rose from my bed. I stretched again to blink away the last remnants of sleep and of the endlessly occurring dream. "Another night," I reminded myself. "Another lonely night of many thousands of lonely nights. A smile crossed my lips. "And time to feed," I said out loud. Feeding was my only diversion. Setting out to hunt, to stalk and finally, to kill and feed on the bloody warmth of my victim. For a moment I held back trying to remember the dream, to remember her.

The coldness of the late October evening pierced to my bones and I wrapped my cape around me against the cool air. "All Hallow's Eve," I thought to myself. The witching night. A night for ghosts and goblins - and me. Then I wondered if this would make the hunt easier or more interesting. "Ha!" I laughed. "This makes for a 'Target Rich' environment." Again I smiled my knowing smile. A smile that cames from many, many Halloween hunts. How many? Three hundred? Three-fifty? I had lost count.

I opened my cape and leaped into the air. With one look around my hidden domain, I soared upward through the roof and out over the city. Lights were blinking on below me. Homes were lighting. Street lights were blinking then shining their steady bluish-green glow. The city was coming alive. I knew in my dead heart it is just for me and my nightly excursions to find my prey.

Near the south end of Broadway, I landed on the ledge of a darkened building. To the North I could see the downtown commercial district. Although I knew the University was there. The drugs the college children used was not to my liking. That was not a good place to hunt. Besides, there were always too many people there to interfere. But to the South there was Dunnaway Park and the West Hills with fancy mansions ripe for Halloween party goers. That was where I would hunt tonight. 

Again I leaped into the sky. My black form flew swiftly upwards over the crest of Markem Hill. Then I stopped to look down. Off to the west there was a party at a mansion. Cars were stacked up in the driveway and along the street. I flew to hover over the mansion and stare down with deepening interest. 

"Yes." I said out loud. "This is the place." I flew to a tall Douglas Fir and settled into the upper branches to wait my chance. I looked up at the raising, bright orange, harvest moon. I wanted to howl at that moon as a werewolf in preparation of the stalk and kill. But I stopped myself. "Quiet," I thought to myself. "Do not scare the prey." I settled back and leaned against the trunk of the tree and waited again.

In my mind I remembered all the years of loneliness. All the years I had hunted. Hunted for food or for her? I cannot remember her, but I could already feel the hunger that was burning deep inside me. Is this who I am? This is what I have become? A vampire could live only in loneliness. Who would be with a creature such as I? Yes, over the years there had been a few who I would have taken to mate, but they were so filled with horror at what I had become, they could serve me only as a meal to quench the burning in me. But still I dreamed of her every day, only half remembered. Remembered from when? I did not know.

I shook my head to clear these thoughts as a couple were leaving the mansion below me. I watched them carefully. Both of them climbed into a Mercedes parked on the street and pulled away. "No," I told myself. "They are not the ones for me tonight. My wait continued.

A woman walked away from the mansion toward her car. She seemed to be alone. I watched her intently. "Yes." My thoughts moved me as I stared at her. She was tall and trim. But her most striking feature was her costume. Black like mine. The fabric shimmered in the moonlight and swayed invitingly with her hips as she walked. She stopped at a Lexus and fumbled for her keys. She reached up and pulled off the mask that covered her face. I stared intently. Her features were quite striking. But my eyes seemed to zero in on the soft flesh of her neck. Again I shook my head to clear it.

Her car pulled away from the curb and headed up Broadway Drive toward Council Crest. I leaped into the air and followed her from above. The road was winding with many twists. The car moved slowly. Following her is easy as she climbed up the hills toward the crest of the hill came to a stop at the circle at Council Crest Park.

I watched the woman open the car door and climb out, then walk towards the promontory to look out over the city. I flew over and landed just behind her.

"Beautiful, isn't it?" I said softly.

She smiled and said "Yes, it is. I love looking at Portland in the dark," without giving any indication that I had approached her.

I moved along side her and looked at her face. It was even more striking than I thought. Her aquiline jaw was gorgeous. Her nose was sharp and turned up at the end. He teeth were even as she smiled at me and says, "I've been waiting for you, you know."

"You have? For how long?"

"I'm not sure. All my life I think. I think I've always felt your presence in the darkness."

I looked at her confused, wondering. "And how would you know I even exist?"

"I've always known. If not you, one of your kind," she says glancing into my eyes. "One day, I knew we would meet."

"You are so young. How could you even know about my kind?"

"Maybe I have made a mistake. Tell me you are not a hunter of the night."

"I am. But what do you know of my kind?"

"I know of your hunger. I can almost feel the burning in you."

"What can you know?" I spit back at her angrily. The burn had become deeper, hotter. I could see the artery throbbing on the side of her neck. Involuntarily, I licked my lips in anticipation.

"No. You will not harm me, vampire," she said staring now directly into my eyes.

These words caused me to stop for a moment. "What makes you so sure?"

"Because we are not so different, you and I," she said smiling again, but this time with downcast eyes. "I feel your pain. I know your loneliness, vampire."

"Once I was called Belmoth," I told her, not know why I had done so.

"We have a kinship of sorts...Belmoth. I am Charlotte."

My hand reached out and touched her cheek as I stared deep into her eyes. I could feel her thoughts. I could feel her lack of fear, even of me and my hunger. I was as though she neither worried nor cared what I might do to her.

I offered her my hand. "Come, Charlotte. It is your time." Could this be the one? Could Charlotte be the end of my loneliness? Could she be the one for whom I have searched for these many years? But what of the burning lust inside me that was driving me to feed? Could Charlotte be just another meal or something more?

As these thoughts raced through my mind Charlotte took my hand and moved her body next toe mine. My arm circled her waist and held her as I raised both of us into the night sky.

"It is even more beautiful from here," she said as I began moving North with her still on my arm. 

Moving faster now I approached my hidden lair and dropped through the roof, to gently set down on the old wooden floor.

Charlotte looked around her. "I've passed here many times, Belmoth. I've felt your presence here."

The burning in my gut seemed to rage even more profoundly. Here she was, my food, my life. Rather than bite, I embraced her, feeling her breasts pressed to my chest, her breath coming slowly, fearless. With every fiber of my being I wanted to taste her life's blood. My lips touched her neck. But then something made me draw back.

"Go one, Belmoth. Do what you need to do."

My lips touched her cheek then her mouth. Her mouth opened to mine and our tongues did a dance. My hands went to crush her breasts and she gave out a short, breathless cry.

Charlotte fell to the floor and reached for my belt, pulling me down to her. Her hands felt for my manhood and, finding it, began a rhythmic rubbing along the shaft. Somehow she freed my dead member from its confines and took it in her mouth. My breath came deep with low moans from the back of my throat as her lips and tongue did their work.

It was wonderful. In my mind, deep down in the darkest recess, a closed door opened, A door placed there far in the back in my past, buried there for centuries. Through that door I could see another Charlotte, a lovely Charlotte making love to her man, me. Oh, so long ago, before my master made me a beast. And now for the first time in centuries, I...felt love. Love for this Charlotte or maybe the one lost forever. I did not know. 

My body shuddered with the growing tension in my groin until, finally I spewed my hot sticky cum into Charlotte's mouth. This Charlotte or the other, from a time long past, I couldn't be sure. But when I looked down, I saw this Charlotte teasing the last few drops that had spilled down her chin into her mouth with her tongue and swallowing. 

Yes, now I knew. We were not so unalike. This was both Charlottes, the old from my past and the new I had just found. But what effect of the seed I had spilled into her mouth?

I looked at Charlotte inquiringly. 

"Yes, Belmoth. I am that, Charlotte. Once I was yours and you were ming. Then your master was once mine too. Now I am yours again.

My head was reeling.

Charlotte smiled at me. "I too feel your power, Belmoth. The power over these puny creatures who call themselves mankind." With that Charlotte moved to my arms and whispered in my ear, "Come, my love, it is time."

Together we rose and rose out through the roof and out over the city. This was the Charlotte of my dreams and she was right about the time. The burning was still there and the feeling of loneliness gone. But it was time to hunt. 

Dreamer



I have always have been a Day Dreamer. When I was young, the examination was my subject of dreaming. I would come out in top in all exams. Strangely in real dream I would find myself unable to complete the paper in time. The actual performance would be something in between. When I took up a job, the usual subject of daydreaming was success in all projects I was allotted. Subsequently the topic shifted to rising in the organization to be the Chief Executive and winning awards of all kinds. 

The dreaming was triggered by any incident or news related to the topic. If there was cricket fever in the country, I would dream of being the best bowler or the best batsman and so on. If elections were due, I would ensure in my dream the victory of the party I supported. The next dream was about my becoming the head of state! 

This process of daydreaming naturally extended to SEX. In sexual dreams sky was the limit, or more appropriately, every cunt was its depth. From Princess Grace to Princess Diana, from Merlin Monroe to Demy Moore, from the good looking relative to the smashing looking lady colleague in office, I have had sex in my dreams with every woman I have liked. My dreams do not straight way jump to the fucking climax but are meticulously visualized from the first kiss to a number of fucking positions in every conceivable location. When the dream was interrupted due to any reason, which happens quite often, I would continue the dream whenever possible, from the place I left it. 

Recently I read a newspaper report about a famous pop singer who stayed married for a few hours before separating. She naturally became the subject of my dream. This is how I fantasized my sexual encounter with her. 

I was on a business trip to USA. In the flight from New York to LA, I happened to get a seat next to ‘Brit’. I introduced myself and Brit expressed her happiness in meeting somebody from an oriental country. She asked a lot of questions about the country and its women. I told her that unlike the West, in our countries the girl in most cases does not meet her husband before marriage, which is mostly arranged by her parents. While the situation is changing but majority of them have no sexual experience before marriage. I explained her my own marriage and sexual experiences. The details made her excited and she caught my hands and held them during our talk. My heart skipped many beats and the cock was straining to extend in the limited space. 

We were soon to land. She asked me about my stay details. I told her that I have work for two/three days and have yet to book a hotel. I was thrilled to hear from her that she would like me to stay in her house so that she can learn more about the women and their sex life in the eastern countries. Superficially I tried to refuse but then reluctantly (?) accepted the invitation.

We reached her house in the evening. After having a wash I was sitting in her living room when she entered after having her wash. She was wearing the bath towel robe. She had not informed anybody about her return program so we were alone. She went to the kitchen and returned with tae and snacks on my request. She sat down in front and started to pour tea. Her robe had separated and displayed her legs right up to her thighs. As she bent to hand over the cup, I noticed that she was not wearing any bra. For a moment I could see the right breast and nipple. We continued to chat on the topic of mutual sexual experience. I purposely included details that made both of us excited. My mind was preoccupied with the vision of her body so far exposed. She had noticed my glances repeatedly going to her legs and breasts. She got up and bent to offer me some more snacks and in the process exposed almost fully her breasts. I was controlling my urge to grab them while my cock, which was no longer in a tight pant but in a loose pajama was in full erection. 

After placing the plates on the stool, she moved beside me. I turned towards her and took the initiative to hold her hands. She did not object and I moved my hands to her face and gave a soft kiss on her lips. She responded and a more intense kiss followed. In the mean while I moved one hand over her breast through the fold of her robe. I started slowly caressing them one by one and softly pinched the nipples. She was now kissing me with lot of intensity and urgency. I pulled the top of her robe down fully exposing her beautiful breasts. I moved my mouth to her breasts one by one and sucked them. She pulled out my shirt with some help from me and bent down and kissed my chest and nipple. I pulled her to me and kissed hard and thrust my tongue in her mouth, which she gladly sucked. Her hands moved to my pajama and took possession of my cock. She circled it and moved the skin giving me such a pleasure that I almost came. I was feeling the urgency and quickly opened her robe to expose the rest of her beautiful body. 

We moved to the soft carpet and took off whatever clothes were coming in our way. I started kissing her moving down to the love bush and then to her already wet cunt. I sucked the love bud and the lips of her red cunt to my heart’s content and until she came in a jerky motion. After a small restful gap, it was her turn to move her lips over my body until they reached my swollen cock. She moved her lips from tip to root a number of times and then took it in her mouth. The suck that followed was so over powering that I came on the verge of coming in her mouth. I did not personally like to come in mouth and so I gently pulled her up and gave a deep kiss on her lips. I then made her lie down and sat down between her legs. The site of a beautiful naked woman lying with her pussy fully exposed, the cunt full of juice, eyes lustful and virtually pleading for her to be fucked is so exciting that it can not be described in words. One just has to make his cock enter the inviting cunt without further delay. 

I however decided to prolong the enjoyment for both of us. So I started all over again by kissing her mouth and playing with each other’s tongue. I shifted my focus to her breasts. I circled them by my kisses. The nipples had become hard and big. I played with my tongue and sucked them. She was in a trance, eyes closed, pelvic area raised inviting my cock to enter her cunt and stop the agony and pulling me to her she caught hold of my cock and placed at the entrance of her cunt. I resisted it and moved my kisses to her pelvic area. I kissed all around the vagina but delayed kissing the clit or the lips surrounding the cunt. Eventually I did move to them and sucked the juices dripping from her beautiful cunt. I played with my tongue the area around and the clit sending waves after waves of pleasurable shivers to her. 

At this stage I also could not hold on any longer and spread her legs further and brought the tip of my cock to the gate of love. I waited for a few moments to fully record the fateful event in my memory. She was already puling my bum towards her as the wait was killing her. I did not wait any longer and slowly entered the celebrity cunt in a slow movement. In spite of the urgency of the pressure to release I started to move in and out in a slow motion. The feeling was great. So it was for her. The biological need ensured that the movement gradually became faster but I did not leave any of her pleasure zones free from my attention. The hands moved from one breast to other. The fingers pinched one nipple after another. Kisses were exchanged at every halt of motion. I did not leave the clit alone and pressed it between two fingers and rubbed it to raise her level of excitement until she climaxed. We continued our delicious in out movement and she kept pace to eventually reaching the climax again, this time along with me. Oh what an experience it was for us. The after play with each other was as intense as was the fore play. We separated to meet once again during the next episode of this wonderful dream.

(I hope the readers would like my dream. If yes please give a high score to encourage me to put on record other episodes of my fantasies with different celebrities, friends, relatives and even with some of you lady readers!) 



Dreamer



I'm a daydreamer. I'm also a night dreamer, but that's too random to matter. During the day I control what I dream about, so it's all about what I want to happen not what my so-called subconscious thinks it wants, which frankly is nothing I really want anyway. Yeah, my subconscious is a real dummy most of the time.

But, I digress.

I'm a daydreamer. I daydream on the bus, at work, at the gym, at home watching television. I sometimes catch myself daydreaming while reading, which should be a sure sign that a book is utter rubbish, but I can't say that's true at all. I've daydreamed through some really great books.

And again, I digress.

I'm a daydreamer. A by-day fantasy maker. I mean in all honesty, I must think of a sexual situation at least every three point five minutes, and that's on a slow day. It's not even that I'm on the lookout for opportunity because as freaky as I can be, I've never been easy.

Now no more digressing.

In this particular moment I was distracted from dinner preparations by the little spot of sunshine in the backyard. It's bright and cheery and the green, green grass seems like an ideal spot for a bit of afternoon loving. You know, the really sweaty, dirty kind. The kind that leaves you panting and limp with exhaustion.

I can see the scene in my head; I'm sprawled on my stomach and you're straddling my legs, eyes cast downward as you watch your cock disappearing between the round globes of my ass. My pussy twitches and I can almost feel the slide of you, the hard slickness penetrating me. It makes me wet and shivery and distracts me completely from everything around me.

So, that's how you find me; bent over the kitchen counter, hips swiveling to the beats of Low coming from the headphones hanging around my neck, my head resting on one hand as I gaze dreamily out the window. And that's why I don't hear you or notice you at all, so I suppose I got exactly what I deserved. Not that I mind or anything, but still...

My first clue that you're there is your hands gripping my hips and your groin pressed against my ass. I practically jump out of my skin and I would push you away but for your hand between my shoulders pressing me down. I try anyway, just for fun, but you have me pinned and I can't help but like it.

You rub your front on my rear and I can feel you're more than ready. I press back, my breath catching at the friction on my swollen flesh. I adjust myself a bit, trying to get just the right angle, but the counter is awkward and I'm just too tall and too short all at the same time. I make a frustrated sound and you answer with a quiet laugh. You gather me back against you, your hands gripping my upper arms and I crane my head around expectantly, silently pleading for a kiss.

You kiss me slowly, erotically, your tongue sliding between my lips, one hand gliding along my body to tease my breasts as the other hand strokes down, down, down between my legs where I'm already hot and wet for you. You growl in appreciation, your fingers spreading me, sliding along my clit towards my center. I buck against you, trying to slide you where I want you, but you tsk at me and continue your slow torture.

You turn us around, and before I know it I'm sprawled facedown on the kitchen table. Your hands bunch my short skirt around my waist as a foot spreads my legs and you yank my panties to the side, the fragile silk coming apart in your hands. You toss the torn material onto the table beside me and the sight of it mixed with the appreciative sounds you're making behind me turns me even hotter and I'm shivering with anticipation.

I look back at you just in time to see you bend down and then my eyes close as you lick me teasingly. For a brief moment I fear the torture will continue, but instead you dive right in, lapping, nipping, sucking, and it's not too long before I'm moaning and panting and writhing for more.

You sink a finger inside me then add another, pumping them in and out, flicking just the right spots until I'm squirming and breathless. I clench around you, adding to the sensation building at my center and the weight of it increases with every stroke, lick, flick and suck. I try to remember to breathe, but I almost choke on the pleasure and then you're pushing your fingers inside me harder, faster and your hungry mouth on my clit pushes me over until I'm moaning and whimpering nonsensical words that I'm sure are meant to be very, very, very dirty.

I'm still shaking when I hear your zipper, the rustle of clothing as you free yourself and I can feel my insides quivering as you slowly push inside me. I push back against you, pumping my hips, trying to force you in deeper, but you keep pulling away, only allowing the barest of penetration, just enough to make me writhe in frustration. I want more. I always want more. 

I reach down between the table and my body, and then I'm moaning even more loudly as my fingers rub over my clit. I tighten my pussy around you and you sink in deeper, rocking against me, drawing out the pleasure, just the way I like it. You set a slow, steady pace, making me even more crazy as I play with myself, the duel sensations keeping me right on the brink of orgasm.

You bend over me so your body is draped across my back, your hands braced on the table on either side of me. You press me down with your weight over me and the sudden flex of your hips makes a slapping noise against my ass and moves the table beneath us. My arm is pinned beneath me and I continue to massage my clit, gasping and moaning and begging for it. Harder, faster.

You sink your teeth into my shoulder, a low growl breathed against my skin. I shudder underneath you, my face pressed agains the smooth wood of the table, my hips digging into the edge. Excitement pulses through me and I whimper a long line of frustrated curses. Fuck, fuck, fuck. Fuck.

You rear back, your hand maneuvering me around until one knee is propped on the table. You grip my hips, your fingers digging in as you pull out of me then shove back in, hard and fast. I roll my hips, getting as much friction as I can and I feel the pressure building, building, building until I'm bucking against you, forcing you to give me what I want. Yes, yes, yes. Yes.

You're panting behind me, grunting with effort as you fuck me. You pull out and push back in and the loud slap of your body driving into mine gives me the final push and I'm moaning and whimpering, the only coherent words falling from my lips being the dirty kinds of things you do to me. 

You shove inside me a final time, your body frozen over me, in me. You let go of my leg then lean over me until you're pressing your face against my neck, your teeth scraping against my pulse and then I feel the hot twitch of your release flood me and you're shuddering and muttering against my hot, damp skin.

We rest there, face down on the kitchen table. You're wrapped around me, still fully clothed with what I'm sure is a more than satisfied smirk on your face. I don't mind though, it likely matches mine anyway.



Dreamer Adventure



He arrived at my apartment early as usual, the door unlocked for him, and I was more than ready to welcome him into my arms. I was about to put my arms around him, when he came over to where I was sitting on the couch and sternly asked me what I was doing sitting on the couch. I was at a loss to explain, since I did not think I had received any instructions to the contrary. I was wrong. He had sent me an email just before he left his house, instructing me to be sitting in the beige chair across from the couch. I had neglected to read the email. My dreamer assured me that I would be punished for this infraction. While I enjoyed our "play" punishments, he reserved special punishments for the times he felt I deserved "real" punishment, and that usually meant something to do with ice. I shivered, but it was not with delight.

"Punishment will be later", he said, as he undressed and pointed me to the bedroom. I docilely went into the bedroom as ordered, and again, as ordered, lay down on the bed. I was already unclad, having anticipated this portion of his expectations. Our arms around each other, sweet kisses on our lips, bodies touching, we said hello to each other. His lips sought out my nipples, and waves of arousal swept over me. I felt such a need for him, such passion. I had an overwhelming desire to give myself to him, again, and again, even though I had surrendered my body and my mind to him a long time ago. He touched me in the most intimate parts of my body, and the desire climaxed into an orgasm, as I stared into his beautiful blue eyes. "Good morning, subbie," he said to me, with a grin of accomplishment.

"I have an adventure planned for us today," he informed me. He then went into my closet and took out a length of thick, red rope. He put the rope over my breasts, then down between my legs, forming what he referred to gleefully as a chastity belt. "Now put on your shoes," he instructed. I obeyed. "Put together a picnic lunch," he commanded me next. I was getting a little nervous, as he had not yet instructed me to get dressed. Surely he didn't plan to take me out only wearing sneakers and red rope. I was relieved when he

"Get dressed. Wear an opaque skirt and an opaque blouse, no underwear." I followed his ordered exactly, and he approved of my choice of skirt and top. 

His hand on the nape of my neck, he manipulated me down the hallway of my apartment building, and to his car. As I sat down in the passenger seat, he reached behind him into his backpack and drew out a blindfold. He knew that I disliked being blindfolded while riding in the car. But at the same time, I liked being obedient even more, and my dreamer realized that. The blindfold in place, he started to drive, my left hand on his right leg, his right hand occasionally brushing against my nipples. I was so ready for his adventure.

When we arrived at his chosen location, he removed the blindfold. I had no idea where we were. But it didn't matter, I was with him, and he was controlling me. We followed a path through some trees. The path was lined with purple wild asters, in full bloom in the early fall weather. We next came upon a clearing, and he led me across the clearing to towards a copse of trees by a river. He led me deeper into the dense foliage, then stopped. He put a cloth on the ground over by a tree, and ordered me to sit down, with my back against the tree. 

As I sat down, he went into his backpack and took out a length of thick, red rope. He proceeded to bind me to the tree. I felt the rope tighten between my legs, and a surge of desire went through me. He grinned at me, knowingly. My dreamer knew full well what I was feeling. Every sensation showed on my face. Next, he took out leather ankle and wrist cuffs, and attached them. His collar followed. "You are mine", he said. "I own you. I own your body, your mind, your soul." I felt so close to him when he said those words. I so much wanted to belong to him.

We proceeded to have lunch. Once lunch was over, my dreamer began to work his magic on me. His fingertips brushed my nipples, bringing them to attention. I felt the wetness between my legs, as arousal overtook me. I moved against the ropes, the sensation sweet. But I would have preferred his fingers over the rope. As if reading my mind, he put his hand down the front of my pants, and parted the rope. His fingers reached my clit, and began to rub against it. I pushed myself against his fingers, wanting to feel more of his touch. The feelings of arousal built until I was panting with desire, and then a wonderful climax overtook me, waves of orgasm washing over me. I looked into his eyes, and I was lost in them, ready to do whatever he wished of me, giving myself to him over and over again.

Too soon our interlude by the river was over. He released me from the rope that bound me to the tree, and bid me to stand up. The sopping wet rope was still between my legs, and I was very aware of it as we made our way back to the car. I was still wearing his collar. We passed by a few people who I am sure noticed the collar and cuffs, but seemed to avert their eyes and grin. I wondered what they were thinking...lucky woman, to be owned by such a wonderful man.

Once in the car, he placed the blindfold over my eyes for the return trip. I still did not know where we were, or how we got there. It enhanced the feeling of vulnerability and helplessness that he wanted to instill in me. And he was doing a very good job at it.

Once back in my apartment, he bid me to undress, but leave the cuffs and collar on. Once again he pointed to the bedroom, and ordered me to lie down on the bed, face up. He had put in restraints in each corner of my bed, and he proceeded to fasten the cuffs to the restraints. I was spread-eagled on the bed, all of me accessible to him. My time with my dreamer was not yet over...the adventure was to continue.



Dreamer X



I stood behind you in the elegant anteroom with my hands bracing your slender shoulders. Finally the red satin blouse was caressing my finger tips long after I had admired your look all evening. I was drawn like a moth to a shiny light and now I felt your back loosen under my grasp. 

I felt a privilege to hold such elegance with my hands after such a rush of intimacy enveloped us after being introduced by acquaintances during the evenings classy dinner party. My rigid cock inches from your tailored skirt, my mouth toying with your silky smooth hair; I was enthralled beyond all expectations. Your perfectly applied red lips turned to me as your manicured fingers came to rest on my hips. 

A gracious smile greeted my eyes as your firm but feminine grip brought my expectant cock to your smooth silky ass. You pulled me to you as I inhaled your expensive scent; I pressed into you as my fingers slid around your rib cage and cupped your lace covered breasts. Your mouth fell open in anticipation; I admired the full lips as I teased your horny nipples. I silently marveled at the feelings in my finger tips as I stroked your blouse. Your hands slid down your tight skirt and found the hem. Slowly you raised the skirt above your garters and bunched it around your waist. 

Your hand drew my fingers to your flimsy lace thong. I slid beneath the fabric and followed the shiny smooth pubis to your erect clit. It responded warm and wet hanging from its perch. Your breath halted as I stroked it slowly caressing its hot surface as you dug your smooth ass into my slacks pushing on my long hard cock. Taking 2 short steps from me you turned on your heels and gently pulled the thong from your slender legs, bangles jingled as you pulled them from your stilettos and let them seductively fall onto the floor. 

I undressed my cock for you while you watched; it sprang from its silken confines and I held it in my fist. I massaged its erect shaft for you pulling on the circumcised head giving you a show of my eagerness. I felt your hands travel up my chest as we finally locked lips together and explored our hot mouths searching for the passion we had been anticipating all evening. I held your strong jaw in my palm as our kisses became crushing and eager, our hands traveled the length of our bodies pulling and pressing with erotic lust. 

I lifted you in the air and held your small frame in my arms as you grasped the head of my cock and slid it up your slit anointing it with your juices. I lowered your body onto my shaft and pushed it deep into you. Your arms rested on my shoulders wrists clasped behind my neck, I heard the jingling of your bangles as our thrusting created a body rhythm that matched the slow deliberate thrusting. Your pussy soaked my balls as you kissed me deeply pushing your hot pussy against my smoothly shaven balls. I ground you into me falling further toward erotic heaven. I pulled your ear close to my mouth a commanded an orgasm from your trembling body. Your eyes met mine as you slid into that anticipated orgasm. 

Biting your lower lip your loins contracted and your wetness increased as you let the orgasm flow through you in time to my final thrusts. My head swelled and erupted deep in you, the waves of pleasure matched as I thrust hard and fast allowing my body to dictate my actions. Long slow moans mingled with tight caresses as we allowed the passion to subside and our conscious minds began reach reality again. "You will be driving me home, I am not finished with your gorgeous cock yet". 

We wandered back to the guests holding each other and making the tongues wag. I ordered my car and gathered our coats waiting patiently for her to get away from the crowd. She hurried down the corridor looking serious and very sexy, a slight sway on her heels, I held out her ankle length leather coat for her to drop into. She slid her elegant arms into the satin lining of the coat and I pulled her to me and pressed my rising cock into the soft leather. I inhaled her fragrance again as she spun in my arms. She kissed me deeply, slowly searching my tongue with the delicate tip of hers "take me home darling and make me yours for this night"



Dreamer's Dream



Lying in bed, thoughts of you fresh in my head, I enter a silent reverie and drift away to slumber. I begin to dream, aware already of the influence of your suggestions.

I open my eyes at the sound of the phone, but the room is immersed in the deep shadow of night. I quickly slip out of bed, using my acute knowledge of the terrain in my tiny lair to reach the phone without seeing. As I answer I spring back to the bed, knowing already who calls me.

You again ask me a heartfelt request, I have denied you once before, but haven’t the heart or will to do so again. I say yes, and snuggle into my bed to get comfortable for what is to come. I ask if you are clothed, when you say yes I am disappointed, but also deviously thrilled. I tell you not to say anything, that I will go first, and to try to resist satisfying yourself.

I begin my description of the scene playing out in my head:

“I enter through your window, and I leap up to you. I grab you firmly in my arms and gently nuzzle the side of your face before pulling you sideways and pushing us both onto the bed with me on top. I remove your top with all haste, not bothering with small intricacies like buttons, and quickly remove your skirt in much the same manner. Taking your shirt off has left your arms sprawled above your head, and the removal of your pants has left your panties pulled down on one side. I position myself over you, and slowly run my hands down your arms starting at the wrist and ending at your neck. I touch you ever so lightly, alternating between the tips of my finger and my palms as I work my way down. I caress you from the bottom of your right ear, across your cheek, and under your chin with the back of my right hand before producing a pair of fuzzy leopard print handcuffs from under your mattress.”

In my minds eye I see on your face convey a flurry of emotions. Fear, anticipation, desire, and reservation battle within you, and I read this on your face like an open book as I continue with my narration:

“I put one leg on either side of you, and support myself on my left arm as I gently pet the left side of your head with my right hand. I move my hand lower, sliding it down your ear, your cheek, your neck, and across your shoulder till I touch the strap of your bra. I wrap my hand around your shoulder gently, and begin to slide it further, pushing the strap with me till I reach your arm as if you were striping for me. I stretch the strap slightly up your arm and you reluctantly bring your arm down from its position above your head to allow me to slide the strap off of you, but I leave it dangling only halfway off. I gently lower myself so I am closer to your body, and we can feel each other’s heat. Then I begin on your right side, replicating what I have just done on your left. I gently nuzzle the right side of your neck, leaving the feel of my hot breath on you. I run both my hands down the sides of your neck, moving across your shoulders before drifting down near your armpits to take a hold of your arms and pull them up through the loose straps of your bra to their previous position above your head. I once again take hold of the handcuffs.”

I see your face flash through emotions, but there is less conflict this time, and your face begins to contort slightly as wicked thoughts pass through your head, and I hear you moan ever so softly. Knowing you are enjoying the experience, I continue my devious description:

“I run my palms back up your arms, almost massaging you, and gently but firmly secure the cuffs around your wrists.

‘Keep your hands above your head’ I gently whisper in your ear.’”

I hear your breath catch slightly over the phone, and I can see your nodding slowly. Your fears have lost out to your desires and you wish for me to continue:

“I run my hands down the undersides of your arms, then curve up to your chest, and come back down above your breasts, moving my hands around your sides, and I unfasten your bra, but leave it on you. I gently kiss you on your jaw line, and again on your right cheek.”

I can see your face twitch slightly towards mine, it’s obvious that you seek something more, but that is something you cannot have…yet. You make a slight disappointed sound as I take things elsewhere in my description:

“I begin slowly petting you, starting above your ears and working my way down past your neck to your shoulder, then again, but I go a tiny bit lower each time, slowly working lower and lower, till I am caressing the tops of your breasts above the fabric of your bra.”

I can see frustration and anticipation slowly mounting in your face, your eyes have been closed for quite some time as you enjoy the sensations I am giving you and they are beginning to clench tightly, but it will only get worse for you. That is the point after all. The small sounds of pleasure you have been making are starting to have a growing effect on me, and I let my hand drift over my dick, causing me to thrust hard once against my hand involuntarily. I let my words continue to flow as my fantasy progresses:

“I caress you again, ending this time in the same spot as before, and leave my hands there for a moment, then caress down your sides around your breasts to the underside of your bra. My hands slowly roam upwards, bushing your bra off your enticing breasts till your already hardening and inviting nipples come into view.”

I hear you take a sharp intake of breath followed by a satisfied moan. You think a measure of relief is in sight, and it is, but you will never reach it…because I won’t let you. It is my job to tease you, I aim to be very good at it, and I enjoy my work. I give myself a light squeeze as I press on:

“I gently caress just above your breasts again, and then slowly slide down around the sides of them so I can softly tease the luscious swell of their undersides. I begin to move my hands in wide circles around each breast, almost imperceptibly spiraling up towards your hard nipples. I stop at the edge of your areolas and circles several times till you arch your back, pressing towards me, silently begging for me to touch your sensitive nipples.”

I hear you moan again, and imagine you gently caressing your breasts as I describe to you, unable to resist the temptation. I feel proud that I was able to have such a strong effect on you, but disappointed that you were unable to resist as I move on with my description to further your lust:

“I place one hand just below your breasts to keep you from pushing up, and every so gently graze the tip of your right nipple with one finger. Then I leave your luxurious mounds to travel south. I carefully caress your sides as I move down your body. I shift so I am facing to my left as I reach the spot where your panties are pushed down, and I tug at them before pulling them back up. I caress your leg lazily, moving my hand in slow patterns, and shift again so I am kneeling between your legs. I grab the waistband on each side of your panties and slowly slide them down, watching as they stick to your pussy from your wetness, and let them barely tug at you over and over till they pull free of your juices so I can pull them down to your knees.”

Your moans are becoming more heated as tension builds, but I know you are still barely touching yourself because they are far apart. I picture you lazily running your hands over your body, trying to replicate the feeling of the images I am giving you, but it is not the same, and it only adds to your tension as I weave the tapestry of my lurid scene:

“I move off the bed and slowly strip off my shirts and pants, leaving me in only my underwear. I allow you to take in the sight for a moment before crawling up the side of the bed near your feet, and moving slowly up on all fours. I lay down pressing your breasts firmly against my chest, but not enough to hurt you, and support my thighs against yours, being very careful not to let your pussy touch anything. I gently begin caressing your ears, cheeks, and neck, after the first two times I begin to follow my caresses with gentle kisses and licks. I begin to lick the very edge of your lip, quickly pulling away before you can move. I begin to gently nibble your neck, and move my hands lower to caress your shoulders and chest.”

I let a moan escape me as I picture the look on your face, and imagine the feel of your soft breasts and hard nipples against my chest. I can almost feel the desperation mounting slowly within you as you seek begin to wish for anything to bring you to that next level of pleasure, to break out of the frustration of my gentle teasing and begin building your passion towards a powerful orgasm. But I still will not let you, because I know that I can push you further, and the more I push, the sweeter it will be. So onward I push:

“I let my warm breath wash gently over the spots I have been nibbling, and lick them once more before moving to your ears. Still caressing your shoulders and chest, I lick and nibble your right ear, then trail my tongue down along your jaw line to your left, where I again lick and nibble. I begin to gently suck on your earlobe, flicking it with my tongue lightly, then harder. I pull my head back slowly; still applying suction till your earlobe is released from my mouth, then I direct a tiny stream of air over it.”

I hear you moan loudly, and can almost feel you shudder beneath me, and I apply pressure to myself again to ease my own building pain as I move on:

“I kiss and gently suck my way across your neck, trailing my wet lips as I go and exhaling slowly to allow my breath to caress your neck. I give you a final kiss just below your ear and slowly lift myself off you.”

Your moan of disappointment fills my ears, but does not deter me:

“I move my hands lower once again, caressing the sides of your breasts, sliding them under your breasts, and down your stomach. Moving my hands to your sides to support myself, I gently nuzzle the side of your right breast before kissing it. I trail my lips and the tip of my tongue down your breast, and over to the other. I kiss my way around the breast, then lick from the top to the edge of your areola and gently circle around the edge. I lick from the side of the areola down the valley of your breasts to your other areola and begin circling it as well. I begin to spiral in, slowly approaching your nipple, pressing harder with my tongue as I near it.”

I listen to your breath quicken. I know your anticipation is overwhelming. I see myself sucking desperately at your nipple, the desire burns within me as it does within you, but I know I must resist:

“As I am about to finally make contact with your nipple, I stop and move away, trailing my tongue down off your breast, and down the side of your stomach. When I reach your hip I begin to mix lazy kisses with my licks and trail my left hand ahead of my mouth, with my right moving down the inside your thigh. I keep kissing and trailing my tongue down your calf. I move my tongue across your ankle then quickly lick up the inside of your calf. I slow down at your knee, kissing and sucking my way up your inner thigh tantalizingly slowly. I lick gently, softly, right next to your pussy.”

Your breath quickens again, I feel myself burning with desire. I imagine what you look like, building all the details in my head as a blind man would fill in the details of a face as he touches it. I feel a desperate longing, to touch you, to smell you, to taste you, to pleasure you, but I know that even if I were there I would continue in just this manner:

“I run my fingers through the hair above your burning pussy, and caress down the inside of your other thigh with my hand, then take a moment simply to drink in the sight of your body. I stare at you reverently, almost worshiping your prone form from my kneeling position between your legs. I once again lie upon you, and gently nibble your ear lobe. Hearing your gasps and moans I know your mouth is open and slightly parted. I move away from your ears and see your lips, wet and inviting. I let you feel my breath as I hover just above your sensuous mouth. I gently lick your bottom lip from left to right, barely letting the tip of my tongue enter your mouth, wary of any attempt you might make to kiss me. I kiss your upper lip quickly and softly, and as a reward for your patients I kiss it again, this time sucking gently and flicking my tongue across it.”

Your moans are becoming more frequent and I know you are getting hotter. I almost feel bad for making you this frustrated, but also delight in my torture. I know you will be disappointed by what I will do next, but your moan of disapproval and frustration will be music to my ears as I intend to drag this out just a little more before giving into our mutual desires:

“Pulling myself away from your sweet mouth, I stand low with my legs on either side of you. In my crouching stance I apply pressure to roll you over, and sensing my intentions you aid in my effort. I gently lay upon you again, with my legs between yours, and you can feel my cock pressing firmly against your ass through my underwear, twitching with my heartbeat. Myself unable to resist the urge, I thrust gently against you and moan in ecstasy. I finish lying so my chest is on your back, being careful not to hurt you with my weight. I brush your hair off to the right and begin kissing and licking all around your neck from behind, and let my hands wander to the sides of your breasts. I gently caress and squeeze them as my kisses begin to move down the top of your back. I begin kissing your vertebrae, and licking between them. With each kiss I move my hands there and gently massage from your spine to your sides with single slow strokes of my hands. As I reach your tailbone I continue running my hands over the small of your back and your sides as I…”

I can feel our anticipation mounting; soon I can satisfy the urges that burn within us both, and slake our painful thirst for pleasure. I feel something is out of place. I stop, and expand my senses. I hear a ringing, a loud ringing. I know that sound, it is the familiar ring of my phone, but how can the phone ring when I am talking to you?

As I am suddenly torn from my reverie by the cold and uncaring hand of logic, I open my eyes and am assaulted by the horrible shine of daylight. The alarm clock above my computer reads 10:46 AM. I get out of bed hoping desperately the one on the phone is you, but knowing that it cannot be so. I resist the urge to verbally beat the poor telemarketer unlucky enough to call me this morning, and suffer in mental anguish at the loss of the precious 15 minutes of sleep I could have had. I long to talk to you, the feeling of longing like terrible homesickness pulses within my chest, but I know there are still several hours before I shall have that luxury, and I likely will not have the courage to speak of my dream to you. I realize it too that it will be longer still before I can seek relief, as I must prepare for class and begin my day. So for now it remains just that, a fantasy within a dream, a dreamer’s dream.



Dreamers Of Dreams



The swirling fog of the morning made me more miserable with my utterly boring existence. Just like everything in this backwoods part of Kentucky it seemed to close in around me. Nineteen and life didn't offer any hope of escape from this place, not even from this rotten, little dinner that had been passed down to my mother from her father. Here was boredom served to me on a platter my family had created, a platter I wanted nothing to do with.

"Fuck," I whispered to myself, "I'd sell my soul to the Devil for some excitement."

"Hey, Melissa," Ballard Barnes called out, "Wake up and give us more coffee, or do I have to take you out back and wake you up?"

Ballard Barnes and his brother Sam, two morons that God made the mistake to have given vocal cords. Both were sure they would be the one to take my virginity from me. Both were very, very wrong on that idea.

As I turned from the coffee machine with the pot of coffee, the whole place lit up as lightning engulfed the fog shrouded world. Instantly there was a huge boom of thunder sounding more like a demonic scream than anything else. The hair on the back of my neck stood on end as the thunder echoed from the unseen hills around the tiny cafe.

I blinked twice as I stared out the window towards the road. Slowly two headlights pulled closer, looking more like the sinister eyes of an approaching demon than anything else. My body shook for a second before the car turned to the right and vanished towards the parking spaces.

I had returned the coffee pot to the burner and had just sat back down on the ugly burnt orange stool when he walked in. Dressed in tight black jeans, a shirt as black as a moonless night he cut the image of pure, unbridled excitement into my mind. His black hair was neatly combed and he took a glance at me with the darkest black eyes ever created. In his eyes I knew that, here was not only excitement, here was danger.

"Hey, look, it's Johnny Cash," Ballard roared loudly as the stranger passed the table the two brothers were sitting by.

I knew there was going to be trouble. The man stopped, a wicked grin tugging at the corner of his lips. He slowly turned to Ballard and moved to the table.

"Not Johnny. Not Cash. The name is Charon." He growled in a voice more like the thunder than I could imagine.

"Sharon? SHARON?" Ballard roared with laughter. "And my name is Sue. How do you do?"

"Ballard," the man said, his voice as sharp and crisp as a sharp knife. "You have so little time. Maybe you'd do better to use it more wisely."

"Who are you?" Ballard asked, confusion washing over his bearded face.

"Your worst nightmare," the man replied slowly, then turned and walked to a booth, his feet coming to the floor as if he intended to plant them through the dirty, greasy tiles with each step.

"Best not mess with them." I whispered as I set the glass of water and a menu down for the stranger. "They are real bad people."

"Bad?" He asked, picking up the menu. "They look bad, but they are just two morons who don't know when to stop."

"Come on," I don't want any trouble. Okay?"

"No trouble. Not for you. But they are caught up in a dance they don't know is coming to an end."

"Melissa, honey," Ballard said as he sauntered up. "Don't waste your time on this guy. Come on, lets go out back and you show me those little titties."

His fingers touched my blouse an instant before my hand crashed along the side of his face. "You ever do that again, you bastard, I'll fucking kill ya."

"You little tramp!" Ballard screamed as his hand slashed out to repay my slap. There was no way I could avoid it but, it never got to me. The stranger, not even looking up reach out and stopped Ballad's blow without any effort.

"Your mother never teach you any manners, Ballard? You don't go around hitting little girls. Ever!"

Both Ballard and I stood in pure amazement at what had just happened. Ballard was a big man, made muscular by a lifetime of working in the woods. No matter how shocked he was, this would not be tolerated by the two brothers who thought they owned half the girls in the community.

"I'll fucking kill you for that," Ballard growled, jerking his arm from the man's grasp.

"No you won't," The man smiled up at him. "But you'll try. Now go sit down and keep you big, ugly mouth shut for a few minutes."

Unaccustomed to such treatment, the read face giant of a man backed off.

Moving swiftly to the service window to the kitchen, I nodded to Jimmy, the old man who swept the place to come closer. "Go get the sheriff, there is going to be big trouble here."

With his coat half on, Jimmy headed to the door, his limp slowing him down. "Jimmy," the stranger said, not looking up. "He's down there behind his favorite billboard, but you will have to wake him up."

I flopped down on the stool. Something was going on here that was beyond my mind. Something evil was here, you could feel and taste it. Trouble wasn't going to happen, trouble was already here.

The three men got up at the same instant as if on cue. I opened my mouth to scream for them to sit down but nothing came out. Unable to speak or move I watched the brothers advance on the stranger, anger and hate painted on their faces as the stranger, the one called Charon, stood with a knowing grin on his face.

Charon took his time with the two. Speed was his thing as he bashed a fist into Sam's face, twirled and caught Ballard between the legs with his knee. Even in pain Ballard lashed out with a wild punch that went wide as the man stepped back.

I knew he was hurt the instant the fist slammed into his muscular chest. Ballard backed up like a staggering drunk, caught himself on the edge of the table and looked at the man in disbelief. "You fucker," He said as a trickle of blood drooled from the right side of his mouth. His eyes rolled back in his head and he collapsed in a heap, his eyes staring blindly at the ceiling.

Sam started to crawl to help his brother, but the stranger used the bottom of his shoe to slam the injured man's head against the floor. Sam lay still beside his dead brother.

I had never seen a man killed before. It had happened so quickly that I was unable to grasp any of what had happened. Sitting in total shock I found myself unable to move as the man named Charon moved towards me, a coldness coming over me as he came closer.

With his eyes boring into mine, he pulled my blouse out and I felt his hand push something beneath my bra. "Never ask for what you do not understand," he said with a smile. "You might get it."

With the lights flashing brightly, sheriff Johnson and Jimmy roared into the drive as the stranger was pulling out. It was over and it had actually seemed like some demonic dance that had been played out before me. A dance that had left one of the brothers dead and the other with a serve head injury that would leave him paralyzed the rest of his life. A dance had been played out by a man who had no compassion for the two. Slowly I remembered where I had heard about the one called "Charon the Ferryman".

I sat in total shock as the para-medics and police did their job. Sheriff Johnson insisted on calling my parents, away helping to get my grandfather's estate in order after his death a few weeks earlier. As always, my father was able to work his way out of helping me when I needed help the most. By early afternoon, Sheriff Johnson dropped me off at my home, not happy that I had refused to stay with him and his wife until my parents came home. Frankly, I just wanted to get away and lock the doors and cry.

After three beers, stolen from the refrigerator, I heard a knock on the door. Figuring it was someone checking up on me I opened the door and stood staring into the eyes of the stranger.

"Enough excitement?" He said, stepping forward as I backed into the house, unable to utter a sound.

He closed the door behind him and turned to me, his eyes going from the top of my head to me feet then back up, stopping for a moment at my breasts.

"What do you want?" I forced the words out.

"You got your excitement, Melissa, now its time to pay up."

"No," I moaned. "Please, not this."

He smiled cruelly at me. "I will give you two ways: You can be mine until I am done with you, and let you live, or you can die. I think you'd be better off doing it my way than dying at your young age."

"No, please," I moaned, now unable to even move. "I don't want to die."

"Then be mine."

"Never," I hissed.

His hand came to rest on my chest as his eyes looked deeper into me. I felt a shock go through my body, touching every part of me. My heart started hurting as it now pounded unsteadily. Dizzy and becoming weak I slowly went to my knees, his hand still on my chest.

"You have a pretty body, Melissa," he whispered, the words echoing painfully in my mind. "Too bad it has to be this way."

Lowering me to my back I could feel my life being drained from me. I could see in his cold, black eyes that he was willing to allow this to go either way. I gasped out for air, feeling my body starting to shut down. Deep inside I knew he was going to make it a long process, a process I was no longer able to endure.

My mouth opened as I tried to form the words. "You now willing to be mine?" He asked as his hand moved slightly, bring a horrid burning pain to my heart.

I tried to answer but nothing but strange, gurgling sounds came out of my mouth. Fear took over as I felt a numbness coming over me. I was too close to death to utter the words that would keep me alive.

"It's close now, Melissa," he taunted. "You can't speak and your life is just about gone. Just think it and it'll stop. Do you really want to die?"

My mind screamed out that I didn't want to die. His eyes held onto mine now, as cold descended on me. I couldn't look away, couldn't blink as darkness seemed to come over me as if life had been little more than a light control by a dimmer switch. "Liar!" My mind screamed with all its power as darkness became total and the numbness, even the numbness, was gone.

My eyes opened up instantly. Far overhead was what appeared to be the top of a cave or something. Ugly gray stones seemed to be washed by a glowing, flickering light that seemed to be coming from within the rock than from the outside. It wasn't warm or cold here, just a feeling I couldn't put my finger on. I slowly turned my head to the left. Each part of the cavern seemed so familiar yet I had never been inside this cave.

"Ah, welcome to my home, Melissa," I heard the strangers voice, now even more taunting.

I sat up, looking around as I rubbed my sore arms. My whole body hurt, hurt like I had been raised from the dead. OH, my God!

"No, my pet, you are not dead," Charon chuckled loudly. "And I? I might be many things, but I am not a liar."

"Where is this?" I questioned, forcing myself to my feet in front of the wicked thing.

Charon got to his feet, a smile on his face as he stepped towards me, stopped then swept his left arm out as if showing me the way around this cave... His home. "Here is between heartbeats. Here the dark of night and the light of day are brought by but the blinks of an eye. Here is thought and knowledge you may never know again. It is here that we may sit as I tell you the second by second story of this universe between heartbeats."

I looked around the cave, his words still stuck in my mind, then a strange thought came to me an instant before his knowing chuckled brought my eyes back to him.

"Yes, Malissa, here is you. This is the reality you have made in your mind as you woke before me. Here you dare be nothing but you for here all is of you."

"But I feel so alive," I ventured in confusion.

"Alive?" He bellowed. "You poor humans, you never cease to amaze me with your ability to only rationalize the 'all' from the perspective of alive or not alive. You insult your very creation by claiming that life is day and death is night. Now, take off your clothes so I might see what is mine."

"No," I moaned, "I am afraid. I want to go home. Please."

"Fear? Of what, your thoughts? And where might it be more home than here, in your mind? You are safe to be all that you have feared before, and now, sweet child, you fear being you more than all the other fears you have used to hide you behind."

I looked down at the rocky floor. He was right. For some reason I knew he was right. A tiny burst of light lit up in my mind, I was free, really free. "And if I make you take my clothes off. If I refuse to do what you ask, will you do this deed you ask?"

He walked back to his throne, spun around and looked at me as he sat down. "Here your clothes-those garments that hides your body from me- they are not made of cloth, they are your fears you so easily hide behind. It would be easy for me to strip away garments of cloth, but most unwise for me to strip your fears away. I cannot help you by doing it myself."

"Help me? You call this help? You make me a prisoner, nothing more than a little toy for you, now you want me to take my clothes off so you can see me naked. NO!"

"See you naked?" He laughed. "I have seen you staring back from the mirror as you touched your breasts, wondering what it would feel like if it a man, or boy was the one touching. I have watched you in the dark of night as you touched your deepest desire. I was there when, so many times, you set your mind on fire with burning passions. See you naked? I wish you to only accept your freedom so you might learn but one simple message but, like many before you, you are too pompous to allow that."

"It scares me," I whispered softly, a tear running down my cheek. "I am afraid."

"The journey of a thousand miles starts with but one step," he whispered back in a tone softer than I had ever heard from a human, "and the journey to freedom starts with that first garment of fear being removed."

My fingers played at the top BUTTON of my blouse. Sure felt like a buttons and cloth to me as it fell open. Yet, as I undid the buttons, a strange feeling rushed through my body as if my whole body- my whole being- had just giggled. I looked up at Charon in shocked surprise at the feeling, but all he did with look back to me with a smile now becoming almost warm.

With each button I felt different. Felt somehow lighter and more wanting to laugh and giggled. It was a wild feeling to stand there in front of a man, taking my clothes off as my mind whispered out to me to let go. Seven buttons now undone and I giggled out loud. Seven buttons had been like the days of the week, each one needing to be RELEASED before the dawn could come and, as each button was undone, something dawned in me as if I was awakening.

"You are a lovely one," Charon said to me as I dropped the blouse to the floor, looking down at my bra-clad breasts as I giggled loudly, knowing that, with its removal, I would be a different person.

"I am not too much to talk about," I sighed, knowing I didn't have all that great a body.

"I can show you beauty that you never thought existed, but how can beauty be seen unless beauty is accepted? Stop thinking like a human and be the human in your thoughts, Melissa."

"Are you going to laugh at me?" I asked, my hands moving behind me, willing to remove the next fear whether he laughed or not.

"Sweet, Malissa," he chuckled loudly. "Others think of me as someone who never laughs and, to them, I did not. Yet, here you are, fearing me, worried that I will laugh. Is this laughter you fear so much your greatest fear?"

"No," I said, the bra dropping to the floor. "I do not know what it is I fear, but it is still there."

"Then continue," he replied softly, his eyes feasting on my breasts.

I had to fight the need to rip my jeans and panties off, allowing myself the exquisite feeling of being freed inside myself. As I stripped, I kept looking to Charon, noticing his eyes were now looking at me in lust. Yes, here was freedom and here was power. Here was the balance inside me I had fought for so long. He had helped me do this as I found the touch of stripping away my fears sweeter than fine honey, and now I was filling him with lust. I giggled as I held my arms out to my side so he could feast his eyes on my entire body, knowing full well that we were feeding on each other's needs.

"What are you looking at?" I taunted playfully.

"A fine wine. A sweet thought. I look at the sound of the wind in the treetops and one who is more beautiful than a moonlit night."

"But I still feel naked," I giggled.

"You are naked. Believe me, you are ever so naked." He laughed lightly.

Yes, I was naked, but I knew it was all naked thoughts coming together taking a new step towards a new me.

"What is in your mind?" His words came to me softly.

"I am free. I don't feel ugly; I don't feel ashamed for you to look at me. But I feel different."

He got up and walked to me, his eyes exploring my body. He silently walked around me, stopping before me as his eyes moved up to mine. "You wish to see the beauty I told you of?"

"Yes," I replied as my eyes looked around the cavern.

He reach behind me with his left hand, pulling back the most beautiful rose I had ever seen. It was perfect in all ways, its dark redness seemingly to have been cast from the inside out.

"If you were to start a journey into beauty, child, where better to start than with the rose? But, even the rose has a lesson to teach about its beauty." He held the rose to my lips. "Kiss it child and learn."

"Ouch!" I whimpered as my lips touched a thorn and not a beautiful petal. My tongue darted out over the tiny drop of blood.

"Beauty also has a price. You kiss it with your eyes closed and you find a thorn because you can only see the rose flower behind your closed eyes." He put the flower to his lips and looked at it for a long moment before kissing it with his eyes open. "Beauty is to be seen with open eyes for, when you close your eyes to the beauty you will find that beauty demands a painful price."

"Why are you doing this to me," I whispered out my question as he handed me the rose.

"You took the chance of what I might do to you. Most would fear death less than the chance to be alive. You did what very few have done."

"And am I done?"

A bewildered look swept over his face. "And who is that in your thoughts that you try to hide from me?"

She is my friend. My best friend."

He nodded his head then motioned behind me. "You mean Victoria?"

Victoria was there, dressed in a flowing white gown, her head bent down as her arms were pulled far above her head. She, like I was her prisoner. God, she looked so beautiful like this, her breasts heaving against the gown. "Why is she here?" I demanded, not wanting her, of all people, hurt because of me.

"You brought her here, Malissa, not I. It is you who keeps her sleeping in her bonds. It is you who keeps her hidden from you because you fear your own feelings."

I walked over to Victoria. She looked beautiful like this. I turned to him and smiled. "Freedom?" He only nodded his head and motioned to Victoria.

My hands touched her young body through the silky material. God, she felt so sweet to touch, not like the sin I had once thought. I wanted to touch her bareness, wanted to stroke her as I had in my most hidden dreams, but the material stood between the two of us. There could be but one way to solve this riddle of my mind.

My fingers ripped at the material as if it were my truest enemy. Shred by shred I exposed her breasts to me. I stood back and moaned at the sight of the bound girl, now naked to her waist. I wanted it all as my fingers again started ripping my fears away from her body until she was sleeping naked before me.

Slowly my lips drew closer to hers, my left hand cupping her warm breast as our lips touched and my eyes looked into her slumbering eye lids but an instant before she woke up, returning my kiss the instant she saw me.




Dreamers Of Dreams



"Am I making her do this?" I asked turning to Charon.

"She enjoys it not by your making it so. What she will do here is what she will do there. The only difference now is, you allow yourself to be free enough to accept the way she has felt for a long time. Now, set her free."

My lips were upon her. I couldn't get enough of her with either my kisses or my touch. I wanted every part of her at once and couldn't get enough to SATISFY my need. My lips explored hers as she moaned back to me, her eyes looking happier than I had ever seen her. I laughed loudly, now finding that I had become free enough to offer and accept love without guidelines, boundaries or feelings of guilt. I was learning that love was love no matter where I found it with another human, only that it needed to express itself as far more than a sin. I laughed back at her laughing eyes, I realized I was in love with her, another woman.

Her eyes opened wide as my hand came to rest between her legs. A deep moan of need escaped her lips as my fingers played where I had never allowed myself to accept the need to. She put her head back and cooed loudly as my lips kissed at her hardened nipples and my fingers entered deeper into her wetness. In an instant her arms were around me as we gently laid down on the floor, our eyes feasting on the passion-filled eyes of the other.

Our lips meet as I rubbed my nipples over hers and my pubic mound ground into hers. FREEDOM! I was doing what I had thought were only the dreams cast off by a growing mind. Here I was freely accepting a part of me that I had encased in a prison deep in my mind. Here, as our bodies explored EACH other, I felt the first stinging pang of a love that demanded nothing to be demanded of it but its own existence.

I stopped my attention to Victoria. Something was odd. A music seemed to be coming from the walls of the cave. I looked over to Charon, finding him intently watching the two of us.

"Yes, sweet Milissa, it is music. Music that is only yours. You are hearing the sounds of your own song now set free. Very few have ever heard such a song."

"I love you," I whispered, turning back to Victoria. "You are a part of me I need."

From our kiss my lips roamed down to her breasts where I made mad, passionate love to her warm, yielding skin. My tongue lashed out to her needs as I explored my very own needs without a thought of what was right or wrong, only of what was her and I.

From her breasts I kissed on downward until I was posed at the very opening of her womanhood. I refused to accept this as evil, only as a part of what I needed to fulfill a corner of my very being. Kiss by kiss I built the house of me from her squirming wetness. Kiss by kiss I made the musical freedom of me become as a thundering, now seemingly cast from every part of this cave of my making.

My lips kissed her wetness. Her hands touched the top of my head as she moaned softly. Kissing at her wet slit I found a growing need inside of me as, with each kiss and moan, I wanted more of her body. With a gentleness I never thought was in my, I pushed her legs back until her feet were flat on the rocky surface, her knees up and her thighs spread. 

When my tongue touched her clit, her body jerked once and begun to shiver. God, what a feeling. My fingers had touched my own clit more than a few times, but this was different, this had a hotness all its own. Her clit had a taste demanding me to taste even more. Tongue on clit, I could hear both of us moaning loudly. I slid my hands under her ass, lifting her up further into my hungry face. Her moans were as sweet on my ears as her wetness was on my tongue. Slowly she started grinding her hips to the beat of my exploring tongue.

With a shirk of wildness, Victoria caught her breath as her juices started to flow. her body trembled as her hands slapped at the stone floor, the sound echoing through the cave as if a rifle shot. She was now totally mine; no reason to stop here.

I didn't give her a chance to come down. My lips sucked her swollen clit in, holding it as my tongue lashed out at it. My finger found her wetness, bathing in it as I moved to her anal opening and, as she lifted her hips higher, sunk it into her as my lips and tongue continued working at her clit. I could feel Charon watching intently as I went about exploring my best find in this, the ultimate mind fuck of all time.

Victoria came time after time, begging for more until she was overcome by exactly what she had begged for. Before long, she was simply going from one climax to the next without any rest. She screamed. She howled. She begged me to never stop what I was doing but everything changed as her last climax exploded into a full blown orgasm, one that I thought would break my neck before she stopped thrusting wildly into my face.

I opened my eyes. Victoria was gone. Lust surged through me that knew no control. I wanted more. I wanted my body fulfilled, not waiting here for the feelings to evaporate while I stared at the wall of this cave. I felt something go around my neck and looked to see that Charon had put a collar on me, and was holding the long, gold chain in his hand as he looked intently at me.

"I want her back," I moaned as he pulled me to my feet. "I want more."

"In time you will have all these dreams and more."

"Stop it," I protested, trying vainly to hold back from him leading me. "I am not your fucking slave. I am no bodies' slave!"

Charon turned around, his eyes now wildly angry. "Wrong! Slaves are we all. One way or another, each is a slave of their own needs; you are no different than any other except, you have a chance to know more than most others."

He forced me to sit on a huge, flat topped rock. "Lay down, Melissa," he said softly as I shook my head in defiance.

He held his left palm up to me and I felt my body slowly being laid the cold surface. Once I was laying before him, he took and chained my arms far above my head then, a wicked look in his eyes, he chained my ankles, pulling them to the opposite corners of the boulder, my legs opening to reveal my wet pussy to him.

Between my legs, Charon bent forward and kissed long at my left nipple, the fires in me surging to this new feeling. "Please, don't," I begged. "I don't want this."

"Look in your mind. If you didn't want this, this would not be happening. What you want you hide behind fear. Now your fears are chained and you will find your needs." He said, standing up.

"No!" I screamed, feeling his body move forward as his cock slowly started to slide into me. "Oh, God, please, not like this."

His eyes touched mine and held them. I was afraid to look anywhere else, afraid to even blink as the pain of his entry made me bite my lip. My breasts heaved violently as my heartbeats thundered in my ears. I was tied and unable to resist his entry. All I wanted to do was close my eyes, but fear now made that impossible.

With a shriek, I felt my hymen bust and Charon sliding deep into my virgin depths. His eyes were as black as coal and taunted me that there was something I was missing. Then it dawned on me: I was free to fuck here. Here there were no social standards being put on me by people who couldn't uphold their own high standards themselves. Here was pain, but here was also the pain of finding ones needs fulfilled, the pain of life in its truest form.

His lips were on my nipples, bringing my mind into the act being created. I felt as if I was being tore in two, but there was now a building need for the pain. Thoughts flashed through my mind as I stared up at the cave's roof so far ahead, my body moving with his slow thrusting. His lips were hot on my flesh, even hotter in my mind. He was giving me this pain and I was starting to crave it as my hips seemed to react with a mind of their own, reaching out to his thrusts for just one more stinging pain of his entry.

Strange, tied like this or, maybe because it was my first time, I could feel his whole member running every inch of me when he entered of withdrew. I could feel my flesh craving for his return now; craving nothing more then what the mind still tried to control.

The mind! What a wondrous watchdog for society to train to control the needs and wants of the body. My body was accepting his rape of me, but my mind was saying it was ever so wrong to enjoy this. Charon now had me caught between my bodies needs and my minds control programs that insisted I was wicked and evil to even enjoy this. Yet, my body was taking control of my mind, erasing program after program of foolishness. With each erasure, my mind became a bit more at ease with what was going on.

"Oh, God, no!" I shrieked as my hips came up to him as far as the bonds would allow. I was washed from head to toe in my climax. Control programs exploded in my mind as pure passionate need flooded in from my body. I was fucking! I was fucking and loving how I felt. Freedom of my wants now held sway over my being as he kept up his demonic entry into my body.

His hands roamed over my tits, exploring my feelings as he went. I moaned to his harsh touch of my nipples, moaned out not pain but pleasure as he tortured them between his fingers. A thousand feelings, blending to become one need. No longer a feeling of his fingers and his entry apart, they both fed the one need of the mind, the need to have more.

My second climax was overpowering. I felt my body thrashing about. My hands fought the chains that held me back. I wanted utter freedom to find the center of my needs, a center I wished to find and never go back to whatever world I had come from. 

The next thing I knew, Charon's hands were holding onto my waist as his entry took on a new feeling, a feeling more exciting when I reach up and touched his lips, now unchained from my simplest fears. My legs wrapped around this demon of my mind, now willing to show him what a real demon was about.

His thrusts slammed into me, his hands holding me in place. My legs tightened around him, my heels trying to push him even deeper as our eyes became glued on the eyes of the others. Then, in an instant of bliss, I discovered why his eyes were so haunting, they were my eyes.

I felt my body convulse as passions exploded. I looked down to see his entry into me. He was huge as, with every in stroke, my pussy lips folded in and followed his cock until they could follow no further. I was gasping and screaming. Now only wanting it to not stop and, but a few minutes before, I was wailing my sobs for him not to do this.

With one violent thrust he was deep into me. His eyes were different now. They looked like they were countless miles away yet, as he looked into me, it was as if he was looking inside me. Then I felt his explosion inside of me. Felt his hot juices kissing at my deepest part of my womanhood. It was hot, a flood of molten need, expressing nothing more than its own need to be expressed. My arms went around his neck, pulling myself up as he became unable to move. His juices still spilling in me until, in a brilliant flash, my own needs were upon me.

He held me for my first orgasm. He held me close to him, stroking my hair as I screamed against his shoulder all that I had never dreamed I could say. My mind exploded in multi-color explosions of blinding light as my body defied itself and hammered at him in short violent strokes until everything I was seemed to be far off, replaced now by this utter need.

"I don't want to go back," I whispered up to Charon as he laid me back to the boulder's surface, bending with me to gently kiss my nipples. "I wantta stay here with you."

"And you always will be," he smiled down knowingly. "All you need do is let go of all they have taught you not to do, and just do all that you now know you have to do to be you."

"No. I won't go back," I started to cry. "Why do you make me go back to life after showing me this? What is life going to be like after this?"

"Life is like a meal table, is it not?" He smiled down to me, brushing a tear from my right cheek. "There are many main courses and countless deserts. Humans seem to like the deserts more than the main courses. They eat hungrily of the many deserts, but only of one or two main courses. Quickly they become full and sit back happily, not understanding why they quickly are hungry again. You humans stuff thoughts into your minds like you stuff those fast food hamburgers into your bodies, finding that they might be filling but they lack in flavor. Too many travel through life feasting on one food then the next, never taking the time to taste life at all. That is a sin in itself, the breathing that last breath only to realize that they sat out the one dance they could not afford to sit out, the dance of life."

"I don't want to be alive. I want to be here with you, or me, or whatever this is."

"But you are here, Melissa. This is you. Call it a dream or whatever, you must wake up."

"And live with the memories of this dream?"

"And, what if I told you that you could not remember any of this?"

"Then I would know you have lied to me. You gave me two options: here or Hell. You bring me here and show me these parts of me, then you tell me I will not remember. What could be a greater Hell?"

"The greatest hell is to know, in the last instant of your life, that you did not live at all. You are a passionate one, you are. You enjoyed the body of your friend; you enjoyed what our bodies found. You have it in you to love unlike most will. You know where to find passion and love... Many do not."

A funny sound was slowly replacing the music. It was distant and yet, I knew the sound all too familiarly. I took my eyes from him to look about the now changing cave. The sound came from everywhere, yet seemed to be centered in me. I turned back to my demon lover only to find he was gone. "NO!" I screamed at the top of my voice. "I don't want to go back."

My left hand slammed down on the alarm switch and a stinging pain stabbed at my hand. "Fuck!" I hissed, pulling my pain-ridden hand back. Something was wrong here. I had hit the same bottom countless times with never feeling a glimmer of pain.

My fingers groped for the reading light above me. Finally finding it, I turned it on and looked at the alarm, a gasp of disbelief escaping from my lips as my eyes grew wide from the sight of a single rose laying over the alarm's "OFF" button. I flopped back on the bed, tears now streaming down my cheeks at what I had lost. He hadn't lied to me, I could remember every feeling I had encountered during my dream, or trip, or whatever it was.

For a few minutes I laid back with my eyes closed to keep the tears from flowing. I wanted to feel Charon's arms around me. I wanted to listen to him and, mostly, I wanted to feel him enter me that first time a million more times. Not just in my memories.


The sound of the phone ringing brought me straight out of bed. I picked it up slowly, wondering who was as stupid as me to be up so early.

"Melissa," Victoria's voice said excitedly. "I am sorry to wake you up so early, but I had this crazy dream."

"What do you call it a 'crazy dream'?" I taunted back, knowing just what her dream was. "You seemed to enjoy it from what I seen."

The was no sound from her for several moments. "Ah, what is going on, Mel? Am I going crazy?"

"No," I giggled, remembering the feel and taste of her body. "Why don't you come over and we'll talk about it."

"Can't," she replied, sounding a bit disappointed. "My cousin is here and I have to make sure he has everything he needs."

"How old is he?" I questioned, thinking he had to be a little kid.

"He's nineteen. He is starting his second year of college and came to visit us. He's a bit weird."

"How?"

"He is studying some real weird shit, ya know what I mean? He is into this mythology stuff..."

"What color of eyes?"

"That's the strangest part. When I look at his eyes it reminds me of you. Isn't that weird."

"You need to bring him along!"

"Ah, Melissa, dear. I have other ideas on my mind. You know what I mean?"

"Yes." I giggled. "I am sure he already knows. Just bring him along, I am sure he'll fit right in, from the way I think."