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Drea

By: bbare



I'm sitting at home on Saturday night, a fairly regular routine for me for the past 2 years. 

I'm an avid reader and sports enthusiast so there's seldom a time when I'm alone that I can't sufficiently fulfil my time without succumbing to boredom. 

However, keeping myself busy isn't quite the same as not being lonely. My divorce was final one and a half years ago but I've been alone since my wife of 23 years decided that she needed to leave me for a divorced doctor. 

I'm a truck driver. The money isn't bad but it doesn't exactly put me on easy street either. My ex-wife, Katie, was a 19 year old waitress when we met. 

We married just a few weeks before her 21st birthday and we lived in a small apartment while I worked and she went back to school to get her nursing degree. 

6 years later, she had a really great job at a local hospital and was moving her way up the ladder. 

To be fair, she is an excellent nurse. In spite of the hurt she's inflicted on me, her nursing skills and work ethic is second to none. 

She continued her schooling and 5 years ago she was promoted to be the Surgery Manager which included the pre-op and post-op departments. 

Her income also became more prominent. During her nursing years she was able to put enough money aside (mostly from call-back and overtime) to cover the college education expenses of our twin daughters, Candace and Cloe. 

She also became much more friendly with a Dr. Chambliss. He was divorced from his wife. He had a reputation as a womanizer but Katie was smitten by his looks and charm. In spite of splitting half of his estate with his ex-wife, he was still very well off financially and that appealed to Katie. 

I'm not sure where I lost her. The 19 year old waitress was an attractive but aimless teenager that had gone into the workforce immediately after high school. 

I was attracted to her thin, athletic build and short blonde hair. She was a cross-country runner in high school but she had no direction in her life after high school. 

I am three years older than her and I had already began my career as a truck driver. It wasn't exactly my first choice but my uncle had made a very good living at it and convinced me to pursue it. 

I've been with the same company since then. I began by driving across the country which kept me away from home for several nights in a row often. The company has always tried to be as family-friendly as possible so after a long run where I'd be gone for 7-10 days, I'd usually be able to spend at least the next 4-5 days at home before having to run another load. 

Six years ago, I was finally able to grab one of the local runs. Compared to the cross country travel, this has been heaven. I arrive at the dock by 6:00, inspect my truck and review my route, then hit the road and almost always back at the dock by 4:00pm. 

I have 10 hour shifts and I'm always off from Friday through Sunday. It took nearly 20 years, but I finally got my dream shift. I was excited to not have to travel as far from home but I was also excited to be at home with my family more. 

The girls were in high school at the time and Katie was working as a shift supervisor at the hospital. I thought my life was going great until... 

Katie had been exposed to the "good" life. Our home was nice, in a safe neighborhood with good neighbors, but certainly nothing fancy. 

She had been to social functions at the homes of administrators and doctors. She had gone out of town for classes and seminars and stayed at 5 star hotels at the hospital's expense. 

I noticed a distance beginning to develop about a year before she hit me with the news that she was leaving me for Dr. Chambliss. 

She explained that our lives and directions had changed since we first met. That's only a half-truth...HER directions had changed...I was still the humble and faithful husband. To add a little salt to the wound, she admitted to an on-going affair with this doctor for nearly two years. 

The divorce was amicable. With a rather large disparity between our incomes, I could have sued for alimony. Instead, she agreed to let me keep our home. I was able to sell the house and use the equity to pay in full for the small condo that I live in now. 

One of my activities that I got involved with once I was on a normal local work schedule was to renew my interest in bowling. Prior to going on the road, I bowled in a league and consistently carried and average between 180-185. 

I could sit back, enjoy a beer or two, and enjoy the people at the alley. Katie's brother Kevin and his wife Drea bowled in the same mixed league as I did on Tuesday nights. 

I didn't bowl in that league because of Kevin. That was just a coincidence. I bowled in that league because a couple of my co-workers and their wives bowled in it. Also, at the end of the season money had been accumulated for a trip to Las Vegas to bowl in a tournament there. 

To put it plainly, Kevin was a class A jerk. He was a loud-mouth know-it-all that wasn't nearly as likeable to everyone else than he thought he was. He was a family member so he was tolerated. As an ex brother I still tolerated him because of Drea. We were still friends. 

However, he was a scratch bowler. His average was always over 210 and he had several perfect 300 games to his credit over the years. He was tolerated because of his bowling prowess. 

Drea wasn't really that bad of a bowler but with an average hovering around 140, it was her handicap score that helped out. She was actually one of the better women bowlers in our league. If she bowled a game much better than her average, then the handicap would help a lot. 

I never liked the way he talked to her. He seemed to enjoy berating her in front of others. Drea would just quietly walk away and sit alone. Often, some of the other women would come over to cheer her up. 

My team was the two couples from work and myself. We would bowl against their team twice in the season but I was often near enough to them to observe this kind of behavior. 

Even after Katie left me, Kevin and Drea never treated me any differently...although I sensed a bit more tension from Kevin if my conversations with Drea got too friendly. 

He did have a jealous streak in him but I had no designs of taking Drea away from him. I knew the feeling of having a spouse stolen and I would never do it to anyone else; not even an asshole like Kevin. 

I really did like Drea, though. She was a very attractive and very nicely built brunette with long hair always pulled back in either a ponytail or braided. She had bright blue eyes that could hypnotize a man. 

Although 48 years old, she could have easily passed for 35. Her young skin betrayed her age. In spite of her obvious physical attributes, Kevin would often tease her about her large ass or how gravity has affected her tits. 

Her ass wasn't that large in my opinion. It was proportionate to her overall build. She wasn't a petite woman. I always guessed that she was probably a size 10 or 12. I'm very positive that other men saw the same beauty and sexiness. 

Although I would never move in on another guy's woman, I always wanted to tell Kevin that if he wasn't happy with her, I'd be happy to have her. In spite of being married to such an asshole, she was generally a happy and positive person to be around. 

That's not to say that I hadn't had carnal and erotic thoughts about her. I adored her face and body and the only thing that kept me at a safe distance was the ring on her finger. 

She had been a secretary for the County for over 25 years. Kevin was a general contractor. They had a comfortable living. Maybe that was why Drea stayed with him...they had a nice home and amenities that she couldn't have enjoyed on her own. 

One Tuesday night during our Autumn Season, I arrived at the bowling alley and met my teammates. As usual, I looked to see which lanes we'd be using that night and I always looked to see where Drea would be. 

She was scheduled to be in the next two lanes over with Kevin and the rest of their team, however, they never showed up. Their three teammates were at a loss to explain why they didn't arrive and numerous attempts to call them were unsuccessful. 

They bowled two short that evening but our group of friends in our league were seriously concerned. As much as Kevin loved to bowl and as competitive as he was, it was completely out of character to miss out on one of his bowling nights (he had one other league, all men, that he participated in on Thursdays). 

I knew where they lived so several of us drove by to see if anyone was home after our league night was over. 

I was in the lead car since I knew where they lived and two other cars totaling 8 others followed. 

As I turned the corner to their street, I saw three police cars parked in front of their house and in their driveway. My heart sank as I imagined the worst. 

I knew about Kevin's temper and was always afraid that he may have hit Drea before. I am bigger, stronger, and a much better fighter than Kevin and if he had hurt her, I wanted to kick his ass right there...in front of the cops. 

I parked across the street while I motioned for the others to stay in their vehicles until I knew it was safe to come over. 

To my right as I crossed the sidewalk in front of their house, I saw Kevin sitting in the back seat of the police car that had parked in their driveway. 

We made eye contact and I could tell that I was probably one of the last people he wanted to see. The look on his face was telling me to go to hell. Then he mouthed the words "fuck you" emphatically so I couldn't possibly misinterpret what he meant. 

"What are you doing here?" an officer asked me as I approached the front door. I saw Drea sitting in a chair with an ice pack over the left side of her face. I was livid. I already had an idea what had happened. 

"I'm both her ex brother and a friend officer." 

"Please let him come in," Drea pleaded to the officer. 

The officer waved me into the house. I motioned to the others to stay where they were. 

Drea cracked a slight smile when she saw me. 

"This is Randall Franklin," Drea told the officers. "His ex-wife and my husband are brother and sister but we've remained friends since their divorce 2 years ago." 

I was asked some cursory questions about what I knew about Kevin and any violent tendencies. 

I told them the truth about his temper, especially after a few drinks. Although I had never seen him physically harm Drea before, I had an utter disdain at the way he talked to her. 

From there they wanted me to give examples, which I was happy to do. 

"What happened, Drea?" I finally asked. 

"Kevin...let's just say he came home already with too much booze in his system. It was a slow day because of all the rain we had earlier so he stopped by the bar with his buddies and downed a few." 

"He got home and for whatever stupid reason, he began accusing me of having multiple affairs on him. He accused me of having Jeff and Hank from work and accused me of having an affair with you as well." 

"Randy, I've never cheated on Kevin in the entire 26 years we've been married. We began yelling and he hauled off and used his fist and hit me across the side of my face." 

"He ran out the door and I called 911. The police were on the next street over and stopped him as he tried to back out of the driveway. He was so drunk that he had trouble even operating the automatic door remote on his car." 

I had to know more. The officers were listening. 

"Has he ever hit you before tonight?" 

"He's never hit me like that but...like I told the cops...he had a habit of pushing me into the bed or that couch over there...then he'd force himself sexually. I think he got off doing that when he was mad." 

"Was it only when he was drunk?" 

"No, sometimes he'd just be mad about something I did or didn't do. We'd argue and the next thing I knew I was being pushed around and eventually having miserable sex with him. Of course he always seemed to have at least a little bit of alcohol in his system. I'm sure you've noticed that yourself before." 

I nodded to the officers in the affirmative. 

I was about as mad as I could get but I had to maintain some level of cool, especially with 3 officers still in the house. I was feeling tough, not stupid. 

What I wanted to do was drag Kevin's ass out of the patrol car and perform justice right there. To hell with the courts and due process. 

The officers told her that she had to go to the ER so that a complete physical could be done. This would be used as credible evidence against Kevin. 

"Drea, that's not miserable sex...that's rape. Being his wife isn't a license to physically manhandle you. What do you plan on doing?" 

"I called a friend of mine from work. She's going to meet me at the hospital. I'll stay at her house a few days. I'm taking off the rest of the week from work." 

"Randy, I'm getting an attorney and divorcing his ass. I don't know how much jail time he's going to get. He'll probably post bail and come back to the house. I don't want to be here when he does." 

With the officers there, I proposed a solution. 

"I'll be off work by 4pm tomorrow and can meet her here by 4:15. Kevin is scared of me. He won't dare try to hurt her if I'm here. I'll stay out of the way while she loads up more of her personal items." 

The officers were grateful for my offer but told me that they would assign an officer to escort her to and from the property. 

Although I understood, I was disappointed. I really hoped that he would act up and I'd have a good excuse to put a big hurt on him. Kevin is a bully and I've seen evidence of that before. He'll talk tough to someone he thinks he can intimidate. He's never talked tough to me except that night in the safety of the back seat of a patrol car. 

I knew damn well that he wouldn't have said that to my face. He's about 5 feet 8 and 170 pounds while I'm 6 feet 1 and 210 pounds. 

It's all muscle and I've always handled myself well when I've had to fight. Even in my 50s, I can still defend myself if needed. I never look for fights, in fact I try to defuse a situation if I can, but Kevin was due for an ass kicking and I wanted to do it so badly. Of course, that fact that I was so fond of Drea would have made it more satisfying. 

Kevin's not a weakling, he does work a job that requires strength and endurance, but I knew he was intimated by my size and strength. 

I left Drea but encouraged her to call me if she needed anything...especially if she caught any shit from my ex. I wasn't sure what Katie might do or say in defense of her brother. 

I walked back across the street and talked to our bowling friends. One of them had seen Kevin in the back seat of the patrol car and they weren't surprised when I told them of the evening's events. 

I assured them that Drea was fine for the night and that she was divorcing him immediately. 

There were no more incidents. As expected, Kevin was arrested and he posted bail...using their home as collateral. 

The hospital's report on her facial trauma and comments from people like myself and others that knew about Kevin's temperament was all the courts would need to eventually convict Kevin and grant a divorce to Drea. 

Meanwhile, Drea stayed with her friend from work. She went back to work the following Monday and returned to our bowling the next Tuesday. 

Kevin had a lucrative business to protect so he was cooperative with the courts and agreed to enter anger management counseling as well as an alcohol rehab program and that a restraining order would be strictly enforced. 

He did no more time behind bars but was to serve a suspended sentence of 3 years. Any violation of the court's terms would have him spending the next 3 years behind bars. That would hit him where it hurt the most...his wallet. 

They have a 21-year old daughter, Krystal, in college that was devastated. After that, she swore that she wanted nothing more to do with him. Drea tried to encourage her to at least continue speaking to him but she was resolute. 

Drea was awarded the house and sizable alimony, although she no longer wanted to live in the house. She had plans to sell the house and have a new beginning. 

Bowling was one of Drea's pleasures that she continued to enjoy. Kevin was no longer welcome at the bowling alley and he was informed that if he dared to enter through any of the doors that the police would be called immediately. That would be a violation of his parole. 

It was during these weekly bowling games that Drea and I began to talk more than usual. I enjoyed these evenings but I never approached her to meet at any other time. 

There was an unmistakable connection between us. She was getting her life back in order and felt safe inside of her home again. One month after she resumed her league bowling, she invited me over for a home-cooked meal the following night. 

The last thing I wanted to do is act too quickly on her. Most importantly, I really liked her as a friend and I wasn't going to dare act in any way that would jeopardize that friendship. 

However, she was sending out very subtle signals and it seemed that she wanted more. I wasn't sure if it was wishful thinking on my part or if it was truly her way of telling me to go further. 

She had put a roast in the crock pot to cook while she was at work. We enjoyed the roast as well as potatoes and carrots. 

She did an expert job in seasoning the roast. I knew that she was a decent cook because of dishes she'd cook for family gatherings. While Katie and I were married, we didn't visit their house too often, but when we did Drea would always have a tasty meal for us. 

Then Drea decided to state her purpose for the evening. 

"Okay Randy, I'm glad you enjoyed your meal and I have some dessert in the fridge for later." 

"However, I did have another reason for asking you over." 

She had my attention. 

"I'm going to sound very forward but it's the only way I know to do it." 

"Yes? You have my attention Drea." 

"Good. Randy, you and I have been friends for a lot of years. Actually we weres for a long time." 

"Yes. That's nothing new. I'm not sure where you're headed with this." 

"Where I'm headed Randy is...and I hope that I haven't read you wrong...that you and I seem to be a good mix together." 

"Am I wrong to assume that you've thought about me as more than just a friend?" 

"No, you wouldn't be wrong about that. I just didn't think you wanted a guy to be anything but a friend after what happened with Kevin." 

She looked disappointed and told me. 

"I'm kind of disappointed in that, Randy, to be honest with you." 

"Don't you think that I can't tell the difference in your character and Kevin's? Look, you've never acted out of place with me." 

"That night that you came by the house after Kevin was arrested? I knew you were bowling that night but I was hoping that you'd come by...although I wasn't expecting you to." 

"Of all the people that I didn't want to see at that time, I did want to see you." 

"Let me be honest, Randy. I used to be jealous of Katie because she was married to you and I was stuck with Kevin." 

"I have no idea why she'd leave a guy like you. You have all the characteristics of a perfect husband. You're loyal, hard-working, and honest. You're also a nice looking guy." 

That part made me uncomfortable. 

"Thanks Drea. Those are kind words but I've never seen myself as some kind of hot guy. I just live as I believe I should live." 

"Truck drivers have a reputation, and some of them deserve it, of being bed-hopping man whores. I was in love with Katie and although I had my chances, I never cheated on her." 


Drea



"I'm more than a little uncomfortable talking about these things though. I'm sorry if I don't seem too enthused." 

She was quiet for a few seconds then started with an even bolder question. 

"Be honest with me Randy. Be deathly honest." 

"Okay, I'll try." 

"Don't try. Just do it. This is important to me as your friend." 

"Okay, I owe you that." 

"Good. I want to know how you honestly feel about me. I already know that we're good friends. I'm digging just a little deeper, if you know what I mean." 

"Uh...I might know what you mean but could you be more specific?" 

"Dammit Randy, do you think I'm attractive and sexy?" 

"What kind of question is that, Drea?" 

"The kind of question that deserves an honest answer," she responded with more of an edge to her voice. 

"You want honesty?" 

"Yes, dammit." 

"Okay, here's honesty and I hope you can handle it." 

"Try me." 

"Fine, not only do I find you attractive and sexy, I love your eyes, your large tits, and your ass. If I were some horn dog that didn't have any ethics or a moral compass, I'd have tried getting into your pants a long time ago. How is that for brutal honesty?" 

Drea's face lit up with a huge toothy smile. 

"That's exactly the kind of honesty I was looking for Randy. You see, we're good friends and there's clearly potential to be lovers." 

"Look, we've both been hurt by exes that were assholes. You and I stayed true to our vows even though neither of them loved us enough to honor their vows." 

"Yes, Kevin cheated on me. At least with two that I know of for sure. One was the secretary at his office. He had her several times. Another time when he went to Las Vegas he visited a whore house north of the county. I saw his credit card bill and he didn't deny it." 

"I may not have the body that all men want but I do the best I can with what I have." 

It bothered me to listen to her not seem to appreciate her body. I let her know. 

"Let me tell you something Drea. I don't know who in the hell you've been listening to over the years but you are still one very hot looking lady. I can tell you again that I'm one guy that appreciates what I'm looking at right now." 

Drea was wearing blue jeans...tight enough to accentuate her ass but loose enough for her comfort. She was wearing a pullover sweater that wonderfully accentuated the size of her breasts. When I looked at her at that time, I tried to imagine what she looked like without any clothes on. 

She was only 5 foot 3 inches tall but with a very full frame. I had always admired her body and could never understand why she didn't see herself the same way. I couldn't see why Kevin felt the need to cheat on her. He had a hot wife right there at home. 

I finally got the nerve to ask the next question. 

"Are you just asking these questions or are you suggesting something more?" 

"Both. Randy, I do desire you. I desire you as a person, I desire your body." 

"I'm not sure what's right or wrong but we've both been lonely for quite a while. Shit, I was lonely when I was married." 

I knew that feeling as well. 

I stood up and took her hand as she stood from her chair. 

I brought her face close to me and kissed her lightly on the lips. She returned the kiss with a fervor that caught me off-guard. 

It was only a matter of a few seconds and our tongues were darting around inside of each other's mouth. Suddenly, Drea pulled back and made another startling declaration. 

"You know what? The minute Katie left you I wanted to leave Kevin's ass and go after you. You and I have played the part of the faithful spouses while our exes were playing around." 

"I'm fucking tired of being the good girl. I'm tired of seeing guys like you being alone when you can be enjoying a good woman in your bed and in your life." 

"I'm not even sure I want to be monogamous anymore. Shit, I've saved my passion for one guy that didn't appreciate it. I have a burning desire to share it with others." 

I knew she wanted me in bed right then but I was disturbed by the thought that she had no desire to stay true to one man anymore. Still, I had a raging hard-on and a very willing partner. The monogamy discussion could wait for later. 

"In that case Drea, I think we need to get into that bedroom of yours and take care of our passions. I've been dying inside to see what you look like naked." 

"Shit Randy, after tonight, you can probably see it naked as much as you can handle. I'm yours right now. Do whatever you want to me. I just want you inside of me...NOW!" 

It took only a few seconds to remove her top. She stood still as she watched me hurriedly remove her sweater and then her bra. 

Holy shit! Her breasts were even hotter than I had imagined. I now knew why she always wore thick bras. She was a full D cup with large light brown areolas about the size of a silver dollar. 

Her nipples were the star of this show. They were thick and hard from the beginning. Although the breasts had the sag expected from a now 49 years old woman that is large busted, the nipples were still prominent and sexy. 

I instinctively took my mouth to her hard and thick nipples. I immediately knew that her nipples were ultra-sensitive. Knowing that, I kept at it for several minutes. Her appreciative moaning gave way to appreciative thanks. 

"Damn, I haven't had my tits treated like this in almost forever. Right now I want us naked and having your dick deep inside of me." 

It didn't take long for both of us to be totally disrobed. I stopped to stare at her naked pussy. She had a thick, dark bush that was trimmed on the sides and bare beginning with her labia. 

I put my hands between her legs and immediately felt the massive dampness from her pussy caused by her excitement. 

"I'm sorry Randy, no more touching...just that hard cock of yours in me." 

I did as I was told. She wanted no more foreplay. 

I'm not exceptionally well hung and I'm probably normal in thickness, but she didn't seem to care. She wanted me and it probably didn't matter how well or not well-equipped I was. 

It had been well over 2 years since I'd last had sex. My cock was aching to be inside a warm, wet pussy again and in spite of my best efforts to withhold my ultimate satisfaction, I wasn't going to last much longer. 

Drea must have sensed as much and instructed me to pull out and shoot my load on her tits. It's something she'd always wanted but had never happened to her before. 

I gleefully pulled out my hardness and shot several large loads onto her gorgeous chest. I got a nice, thick shot on her right nipple. 

We then were on our backs catching our breath. I kept looking at her as she stared at the ceiling fan with a contented look on her face. 

I kept staring at her naked tits. While on her back they hung down from her sides. I reached over and massaged her left tit. All of my spunk had landed on her right tit and in her cleavage. The left tit was clean and eager to be massaged. 

"Randy, I honestly can't remember the last time I was this satisfied. This may be the best I've ever had." 

I wanted to last longer and I told her so. 

"I didn't expect you to last that long. It's been a long time for you as well, hasn't it? What's important is that we finally got to do what we've been wanting to do for what seems forever." 

"I'll have to confess something to you, Drea. I've always got the best look at your tits that I could. When you'd walk away, I'd always get a few extra seconds of looking at your ass." 

"You're one hell of a sexy woman. Even more so now that I have you here naked next to me. I don't know why you'd ever doubt yourself. That is one fucking hot body that you have." 

A few tears crept down her cheeks. 

"Thanks, sweetheart. When you love a guy so much like I did Kevin and he keeps saying and doing things that make you feel unattractive and undesirable, it wears on a girl." 

"After Kevin and I were done, I expected you to take a more active interest in me. We'd beens and good friends for so long. I just thought that it was natural that you'd make more of a move on me." 

"That's when it occurred to me that you only liked me as a friend but didn't consider me attractive enough for anything else." 

"I know how nicely built and pretty Katie is and I figured I wasn't in her class." 

Those words stung me. Laying right next to me was an incredibly sexy lady and she had been waiting for me to make a move. When I didn't do it, she became the aggressor. 

"You've got to be kidding me, right? I mean, whatever in the hell ever made you feel like you weren't in Katie's class...or not in my class? Just because of what that asshole Kevin said?" 

"You've just said something that has totally taken me for a loop, Drea." 

She gave me that deep, soulful look and I could tell her eyes were beginning to water slightly. 

"Then what was it that made you not even make a play for me?" 

"That's easy to answer, Drea. You just came out of a bad and abusive relationship. I figured the last thing you wanted was to have some horny old guy hitting on you on the rebound." 

"Eventually, the I would have figured that enough time had passed and that you would gladly accept an offer for a date." 

"Holy shit, Randy. That time might have been before his arrest. I was that close to cheating on him." 

I didn't like that answer. 

"Drea, that kind of disappoints me. You see, in spite of how much I really never liked Kevin, I would never hit on another guy's wife." 

"I know the feeling of having a wife taken from me. I know the feeling of being cheated on, just like you do. It hurts like hell." 

"I do wish that you'd left before that one night, though. Maybe tonight could have happened much sooner." 

That did it. She no longer made any effort to hold back her tears. 

She buried her face on my chest, her tears dampening the sparse hairs that had gone gray over the years. 

I gave her a few minutes to cry and hopefully clear her mind. 

"What have I done to myself, Randy?" 

"What do you mean?" 

"I mean...look at me tonight...look at me...I invite you over and act like a two-bit whore. I had every hope of bagging you tonight." 

"I'm talking all kind of foolishness about wanting to start playing around, possibly with several guys." 

"I didn't have the patience or the confidence to wait until you asked me out." 

"I was wallowing in self-pity telling you that staying faithful isn't worth it. Why? Because I was married to an asshole, that's why. I let that asshole define my self-worth and my moral compass." 

"We've known each other for so many years Randy. I can tell you right now...and I've felt this way for more years than I can recall...I love you so much. Never more than tonight, though." 

Wow! I wasn't expecting this out of her so soon. Everything she said was true but she seemed to sort out her emotions and feelings so quickly after only a few words from me. 

"Tell me something Drea. Do you still have a desire to try different men before settling down or have you abandoned that idea?" 

"Hell no. With the right guy I could stay put. However, in the absence of the right guy I won't deprive myself anymore." 

"Part of my problem with Kevin wasn't just the fact that he was verbally and physically abusive. It was the neglect in our bedroom. The only time I saw him with an erection was when I'd catch him looking at porn on the computer." 

"I could never act nice enough and willing enough to turn him on. I even tried to be naughty and seductive, even talking dirty to him...still didn't do a thing for him." 

"So, yes...if I stay single the rest of my life...I sure as hell won't stay celibate. The right guy will deserve every bit of my love and passion. I'll not only remain faithful, I'll do so very willingly. The right guy will never have to worry about my fidelity." 

I finally understood her. In fact, I began to admire her even more. I had stayed celibate since Katie left...in fact even before she left. 

I had probably denied myself of some carnal pleasures because I was going to wait until the right person comes along. Maybe I should have had some fun before as well. 

"So Drea, let me ask you a very serious question." 

"Sure, Randy." 

"Is tonight just a booty call for you or are you interested in settling down with a guy like me?" 

She laughed. 

"What if I told you the answer was both?" 

"Huh?" 

"Hey, I wanted this just as much as you did Randy...maybe more. I also want more of your friendship...and I want more of your cock. Is that so hard to understand?" 

"I guess I can understand. I mean, I value your friendship and I've always desired your body." 

"Exactly, Randy. Look, what we have together as friends has taken shape for nearly 30 years. We know each other quite well." 

"It's not like I went bar hopping and came home at 2am with some strange guy...although I'll admit I've considered it in my lowest moments." 

"I'm with a guy I can say I've really loved for many, many years." 

I understood and agreed. 

"Drea, even when I was married to Katie, I often wondered what it would have been like being married to you instead. We've always gotten along well. Our interests are very similar." 

"I'm laying here next to you and your cum soaked tit wondering why we had to go through so much to get to this point." 

Drea looked down at her tit that I had referenced and smiled. 

"Maybe I need a quick shower to clean off this mess you made," she said while winking and smiling at me. 

"Is there room for two in that shower?" 

"You know there is Randy. You've been to this house enough times. You may have to hand wash my chest thoroughly." 

Washing her in the shower caused my cock to revive. Drea noticed it and took extra time washing my cock with extra soap and hand motions. 

Once she rinsed it off, I lifted her enough against the side of the shower and plunged my hardness into her again. 

I had planned on making my second session with her last longer but my sac had refilled in a way that hadn't happened since I was a teenager. 

In those days I could shoot my load and be ready to do it again in less than 30 minutes. On this night, I was ready to shoot my load an hour later...and another huge load at that. 

"Shit, Drea. I was hoping to last longer the next time. I don't know what happened tonight but I rebounded faster than any time that I can remember since I was a teenager." 

"No need for an apology Randy. You've made me about as happy as I've been in so many years. I feel hot and sexy again." 

"You looked at my naked body with hungry eyes. Your cock sprang up at the mere sight of it. You wanted to shower with me and that caused you to pop up again." 

"You have no idea how that makes me feel. I've had lady friends at work tell me that they thought that I was still desirable to guys, but you've proven that tonight to be a fact." 

"I don't want to be a slut. I want to be the good wife. It isn't just about the sex either. I want a man that wants to be with me...not just when he's horny." 

I felt the same towards her. I always valued her friendship and told her so. 

"So, where do we go from here, Drea?" 

She answered me with a question. 

"Where do you want it to go?" 

"I'd like to be with you forever...and I think you feel the same way." 

"I do, Randy. Very much so. There's just one problem...and I know it's probably wrong but..." 

I could see her struggling. I encouraged her to tell me, no matter what it was. 

"You see, I make an extra 600 dollars per month from alimony payments. Living with you or being married to you, that goes away." 

"And you know what? It's not the amount of money that I'd miss. It's the fact that once a month, that asshole has to write out a check for 600 dollars with my name on it." 

"I know it burns his ass when he does it. You see, it's the revenge factor that I'd miss more than the dollars." 

Although I understood, I was disturbed at the possibility of that factor holding up any progress we'd made. 

"Oh no, Randy. I'll give it up when necessary. As much as I love you, I want to be financially independent the rest of my life. Let's enjoy our time together but not dependent on each other for our financial well-being." 

I tried to clarify my intentions. 

"I'll share whatever I have with you and I'm sure you'd do the same. The thing I want to share the most with you is my time. Is that making sense?" 

She looked at me hoping I understood her intentions. I understood but I felt like she was worried that I'd eventually be another Kevin. That bothered the hell out of me...and I tried sharing that with her in the nicest way possible. 

I also realized that she was probably better off overall financially than I was, at least currently. I was going to do more than fine with or without her finances though. 

"All I can say Drea is that I'm not Kevin. I'm never going to physically or emotionally hurt you. You may be a little better off than I am financially. That's a possibility." 

"I live comfortably enough. I pay my bills, enjoy some indulgences like bowling, put food on the table, and stuff a fair amount into my retirement as well as a savings." 

"When I retire in about 10 years, I'll have a nice cushion between Social Security and my own personal retirement. I'll make nearly as much per month as I do right now and I won't have a mortgage by then." 

"Whatever I have, I want to share it with the one that I love. No matter how much or how little you have, that fact won't change." 

"If the financial part is a deal-breaker to you, I'll understand. We can always be friends." 

She stared right into my eyes. 

"I don't want to just be your friend anymore, Randy." 

"Listening to you, I don't give a shit about the money anymore. I'd probably run off to Las Vegas right now and marry you if I could." 

That remark threw me off, to say the least. 

"I'm not suggesting some quick elopement, but I do think a level of commitment would be appropriate. Like you said, it's not like we just met for the first time tonight." 

"You know what's strange, Randy? This is what I've wanted for a long time with you...yes, even when I was still with Kevin. I know it was wrong to desire another guy at the time but...well, you were what I wanted and Katie didn't appreciate...hell, I doubt that she even had a clue that I had eyes for you." 

"Now you are willing to give me what I wanted and I'm the one with cold feet. Please forgive me for saying or doing anything that would make you think that I'm comparing you to Kevin in any kind of unfavorable way. That would be unforgivable." 

"I just want to spend the night with you. Why not just stay here?" 

I liked that idea but there was one big problem. 

"I have to get up early for work and my work clothes are at my place. However, if you want to pack some stuff, you can stay with me for the night...who knows, maybe a lot more." 

"You got it!" she exclaimed quickly. "I'd probably like staying at your place better anyhow. This place still reminds me of that asshole that used to live here." 

It was a done deal. 

We haven't spent a night apart since, and that was a year ago. 

She sold her house and pocketed the money for her retirement. She moved in with me. One month later we eloped to Las Vegas. She was anxious to take my last name and ditch her previous married name. 

A week after essentially moving in with me after our first night together, Drea received a call from Kevin's attorney. Kevin wasn't able to contact her due to the restraining order but he had gone through his attorney to send her a message. 

Drea had no desire to hear from him. She told the attorney that she was done and she meant it. The attorney didn't pursue it further. 




Drea



Two days later, Katie arrived at my place with a letter from Kevin. She was very pleasant to both of us and practically begged us to read it. She assured us that we'd like its contents. 

In spite of the reasons behind our divorce, Katie and I had remained on good terms. It wasn't overly friendly but very cordial. I had no reason to not trust her; especially being as friendly as she was with Katie. 

The contents of the letter: 

Dear Drea, 

So much has happened to tell you about in one letter so I'll keep it as brief as I know how. 

The first thing I want to say is that I apologize profusely for the hell that I've put you through. I can never take that back but I'm tortured by those horrible memories of such abuse. 

This isn't an attempt to reconcile with you. I know that we're done and I blame only myself for that. My motives are purely to let you know that I'm doing better and everything I do now is to make my life better; not to get back with you. There is too much damage done. 

I would like to wish you the very best. You really are a great lady. You are attractive and cheerful and I never told you that nearly enough. I'm also tortured by the thought of letting that get away from me. 

Again, I'm sure you'll find another man. Whatever you do, don't settle for anyone that treats you the way I did. You deserve so much better. 

I've done a lot of soul searching. I am now 2 months sober. I have taken anger management classes ordered by the court. I meet with Alcoholic's Anonymous as part of the court order as well. That will be a routine for me for years to come but it's the best thing I've ever done. It's a day by day process but I'm determined to be a better man than I ever was when I had you. 

Your life goes on. My life goes on but with a new beginning. I do hope that there's a day that we can at least be cordial to each other. 

I'm also sending a similar letter to Krystal. I love our daughter and I will beg for her forgiveness. I don't deserve forgiveness but I hope that you'll both be gracious enough to extend it. 

I've been humiliated and humbled. I've cried more in the past couple of months than I have the rest of my life combined. 

Sadly, this is probably what it took to get me to where I am today. I've heard that you and Randy have kind of gotten together. Please know that I wish the very best for you both if you take it further. He's a good man, Drea. I have always envied him for being the kind of man I want to be now. I'm sorry that Katie didn't see that. 

I'll try closing this out before I start crying again. Thank you for being so good to me for so many years. I didn't deserve it but you did it anyhow. 

If you've read the letter this far, thank you for taking the time. Randy, if you're reading this, thank you for being a better friend to me than I deserved and I apologize for accusing you of cheating with Drea. I know better. I always have known better. 

If I could ask only one favor from you it would be to pray for my continued recovery. I like the man I'm becoming and if I can stay away from the booze then I will be happy. If not, this whole process begins again. It's that important to me. 

Sending my very best to you. 

Love, Kevin Armstrong 

Drea's eyes began watering as she finished the letter. We were both impressed by it. It was time to move on for all of us. Drea encouraged their daughter, Krystal to reconcile with her father even though there was no chance for her parents to reconcile. She agreed to read his letter and decide. 

From that time on, we quit referring to Kevin in derogatory terms. In that letter, a man that I always saw as arrogant and obnoxious was humbled and contrite. I always suspected that alcohol abuse was a part of his problem and he was on the right track. 

I knew he had a long road ahead. I truly prayed that he continued on the right path. 

I had seen truck drivers lose their careers over alcohol abuse. The DOT standards are very strict when it comes to truck drivers and alcohol. One single DUI and your career is over. Zero tolerance policy for even having a trace in your system. I usually had one or two beers while bowling but that had worn off long before getting behind the wheel again. 

There is still a restraining order but that will lift once he finishes parole. We don't anticipate any further problems but we'll be on the alert in case he has a relapse. 

From the beginning we believed that we'd be good together and nothing has happened to make us believe otherwise. Our level of compatibility is more than amazing. 

The sex remains great. We sleep in the nude and I still enjoy stealing glances at her nude body as she sleeps. Those large breasts with the thick protruding nipples still turn me on. I often wake up with my arm draped over her and one of her tits in my hand. 

That thick dark bush between her legs might as well be a welcome mat for me. I love to bury my head between her legs and eat her delicious pussy quite often. She had never had a guy go down on her before me. Now she's addicted to it. 

We still bowl during all four seasons on Tuesday night. That same group has a Las Vegas tournament at the end of the season. That gives us four visits to Sin City each year. 

Most of our social contacts have been through our bowling. Our city of 50,000 people is mostly a blue collar town and we fit in well. 

My two daughters and Krystal have been very supportive. Of course Krystal has known me as Uncle Randy for the longest time and Chloe and Candace and have known her as Aunt Drea. 

It is awkward but they understand the circumstances. They are all fully aware of our former partner's infidelity and every one of them are disappointed with the offending parent. 

A friend of Drea's, a co-worker, has been trying to get her to take me to a nude beach nearby. She and her husband enjoy it and assured her that it's a non-sexual setting. 

We haven't said for sure yes or no. Drea admits to being intrigued by it. It's safe to say that if she decides she wants to go then I'll be right there with her. 

We like walking around the house nude, but in the privacy of our home. In public? Other guys being able to stare at my sexy wife's body? Maybe. I'm certainly proud of her body. She's already lost 14 pounds and looks even better than ever. 

She didn't have to do that to impress me. I loved that body before that because it belonged to the most amazing woman I've known...Drea.



Dreaded Exposure



I had found that my life had become quite complicated since I met John. He was, for me, the perfect match. We shared interests, both enjoyed cooking, and he was willing to help me when I needed to move heavier things around my studio. We are both Christians. I couldn't ask for more from any man. With my career advancing, I had purchased a photography studio in the city where we live. The studio was the one I had worked in, prior to the retirement of the owner. He had let me rent the rear portion as my apartment while I worked for him. It is still my home. Beside taking advertising shots, mainly of food or new houses, I had a large client base. I suppose that is because I do very good work at very reasonable prices. Now, don't get me wrong. I make an excellent profit on my work. I just don't charge "all the market will bear".

Oh, by the way, my name is Joan. I have been dating John for about two years. We are both in our late thirties and have been single, for one reason or another. We have done anything a couple can do, except have intercourse. Our religious beliefs prevent us from taking that step, until we are married. We are planning for a small wedding two months from now. All told there will be four friends of ours at the wedding beside us and the pastor. Today is Friday. I've set up a dinner date for tonight. I dread it! I need to share some things about me that may ruin our relationship entirely. It is with fear and trepidation that I consider what the evening may bring. Oh, if I didn't feel the need to be completely open and honest with him it would be so much easier.

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In my studio I have several props that are used in taking photo's. Among them is a beautiful Walnut dinner table. It is gorgeous. Since my home, and studio, are the same building I have my complete kitchen available to me. This arrangement means that I never get a snow day off, unless the work site is outside the studio.

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The doorbell rang, indicating someone was at my back door. I knew who it should be. I glanced out through the peephole to make sure that it was John, and then opened the door for him.

"Hi Beautiful! Can I come in?"

"Of course! That's why I invited you. Take your coat off and come on in. Supper is almost ready."

"Why don't you sit down at the big table in the studio and I will bring in the food."

When he went into the other room, I put the T-bone steaks on the grill. I love an indoor grill with an exhaust fan. The flavor of steak is always better after cooking over a flame. I then brought the jumbo shrimp cocktails to the table, along with a bottle of nice wine.

"Oh, those shrimp look good! What is the menu tonight? "

"For the main portion of the meal it will be green beans, twice baked potatoes, and T-bone steak. For desert I picked up some Napoleons from Nardelli's Pastries. I hope you will like them".

"You know I will. You are making my favorite meal. You shouldn't have gone to such trouble. Hot dogs would be a feast as long as I was sharing it with you."

"Oh, you flatterer, you. Let's return thanks and eat."

The meal was wonderful. I had made Hazelnut coffee to have with the Napoleons. It was delicious, even if I say so myself. 

"John, I need to preface what I need to tell you with some comments that may not yet make sense. Please, let me finish what I need to say, without interruption. This is probably the hardest thing I have ever had to do in my life."

"Jane, you aren't going to break off our wedding are you?"

I could see the concern in his face.

"No, but you may decide to break it off after I tell you what I need to tell you."

"That will never happen!"

"Just listen, please! I may ask you questions but please do not add anything to what I need to say. I love you more than anything else in my life. You are almost more important to me than the Lord Himself. Your happiness is my utmost desire. I need to tell you the story of a friend of mine. Please listen, and then I need to ask you some questions. O.K.?"

"O.K.!"

"My old friend James had an interesting problem. When he was very young his parents noted that he preferred to play with the girls as opposed to the boys. He didn't like boy type toys. He liked dolls and playing house. They did some brain studies and found that the inter hemisphere connections had not been severed when he was developing. That connection is severed in 99.9+% of all boys. They did genetic testing and found out that James had an unusual chromosomal mix. Some people have had XYY mixes, but his was XXY. Because of the Y he had male genitalia, but because of the XX he should have been a girl. With the evidence they had, they decided to have sex reassignment surgery done to make him appear like he was meant to be, that is, a she."

"Are you with me so far?"

"Yes,"

"All through school, college, and beyond James lived and blended in with the girls/women around her. After a while she forgot that she had technically been a he at birth. In the past she had the birth certificate, and other records legally amended. Having forgotten all about it, she fell in love. The man she fell for couldn't take the thought that she had been a he, and broke up with her."

"John, what do you think about the boyfriend in this story?"

"He sounds like a very shallow person. Only a fool throws away something they love because of a technicality."

"I hoped you'd say that. The last line was fiction. There was no man who abandoned her. I am that person. I changed my name from James to Joan. Now, that you know, do you still want to be with me as your wife? I'll understand if you want to get out of this arrangement.."

"Jane, enough already! I love you. I have suspected that you had been through some major surgery around your genitals. You still have some faint scarring. I'd have never noticed it if you didn't like to keep your pubic area nicely shaved. It is you, the person, that I love. The fact that the package needed adjusting doesn't change anything. If anything, I love you more, right now, because you were willing to lose everything to keep me from feeling uneasy. I love you, just the way you are!"

I threw myself into his arms. In time we found our way to my bed and pleasured each other for the rest of the night. 

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It has now been two years since we "tied the knot". The honeymoon has never ended. If there ever was a perfect match, we are it. We both live in my house now. Since we own this, we don't pay rent. John found that he liked to work in the studio more than he liked his office job. He's becoming a very good photographer. Beyond that he is the perfect husband and helpmate.



Dreadfully Simple



Allison stood over a single cross which had been placed at the head of two large piles of dirt and stone. She wore a dress of light black and white cloth, her tears drier in her hazel eyes as they had been emptied of all emotion. She remained in a silent void of nothingness. They had been her only living relatives in this horrible world, this life which had been stripped of all happiness while her heart ached with death and suffering, pain and sorrow. It was a sad time, the present, where creatures of myth and legend lingered in the night as a name of horrifying origin lingered on ones' tongue. Creatures lurked at night, and town rules changed.

The girl dared not move, hoping the events were not real as she stood there alone dusk. Tears streamed down her face as the past weeks came back to her. There was an unprovoked riot against her family. Something unnatural happened which turned them against one another. The town had strung her and her parents up against the anger and hatred of themselves because of this invisible force. Someone had taken control of the villager's minds and turned them against one single family. The men stood firmly behind the three, rifles in hand as their booted feet sat against the hanging block, ready to push it out from under them. When the support disappeared, Allison would feel a heavy weight pulling against her neck and it would be over quickly. Allison stood there, the world moving without her, her parents begged. She heard none of the names or obscenities. She merely searched for a kind face.

A man stood in the shadows of the grocer's building, his facial expression blank as he silently stood in black attire and watched her. His pale flesh and green eyes she could see from She remained in eye contact with the pale man--she'd never seen him before now--until she felt the men push the blocks abruptly out from underneath her feet. She fell to the ground as the rope snapped from above. It fell beside her as a dead serpent. She screamed as her mother and father hung overhead. The people around her, her friends who had been with her since the day of their birth, were white and sickly. They had been in a trance, and had just shaken it off. Allison leaned forward and waves of inescapable tears overcame her. Her long brown hair fell over her eyes and shoulders as she brought her knees up to her chest.

She hadn't stopped crying for days. All she had ever loved had been taken from her. Her friends had tried to speak with her but even if they had gotten into her home, they could not have gotten a response out of her, the faces which had taken her parents from her. Those who had seen her had offered their condolences, then left. She hadn't eaten for days. Time had passed slowly around her. The villagers had buried her parents in the cemetery, which bore large crosses at the head made from wood which were carved to perfection by a boy her age, Aaron, who had been her best friend at one time. Even his company wasn't welcome in her heart.

She stood in the cemetery one night weeks later, weak and alone. There were none who could condone for their sins and her heart, though numb, cried for justice. The sun had lowered itself behind the distant horizon, leaving the sky violet and gold. As the graves grew darker, a silent medley of childhoods echoed through the air. For revenge she would've needed more strength, more resolve. She'd been too weak. Of all things, she shouldn't have been out at night.

"Who's there?" Her voice was but a whisper. He was behind her. Turning quickly, she met the same cold eyes that had remained emotionless throughout the riot. Those eyes were darker than she thought they were. She was freed from the quick death by him. The man stood above her, his long black hair behind him as he stared through her. One glance into his eyes had told her he was the enchanter of the villagers. Though he was threatening, she didn't fear him. He was adorned in black, his face smooth and free of any blemishes that would show him ugly. He was far from wretched. He was beautiful, bewitching. His hand brushed her cheek and sent chills down her spine. The corner of his mouth turned up. He spoke slowly, no louder than a whisper as if he knew it would shatter the night if he did so.

"Allison, I have searched far for one small glimpse of your perfection. Lo and behold, tragedy brings us together. . . " Fear arose but waned as quickly as it arrived. His silky voice, his radiance was beyond any she had ever encountered before in her life.

"Who are you. . . " Desire reflected in his gaze. She gasped and tried to step away from him.

"My name," He took her hand in his and kissed her pale skin. "is Viktor. I offer my condolences for your loss. . . " He didn't release her hand but pulled her closer. Allison hadn't cared to look away from him".

"I thank you." Viktor smirked. He had been beckoning her to obey him, only him. Taking away those she depended on and isolating her, planting ideas of spite and dislike in her mind all the while. She almost involuntarily fought Viktor, but with a caress of her palm with his thumb her body had gone numb. His arm had snaked around her waist. She was dazed while his soft lips touched hers. Her arms lay limply behind her as he tipped her back. The black cape he wore draped over her and she felt her hands come up to rest on his upper arms. His lips left hers and touched her chin, then neck. The skin at her throat broke and she fought to release herself only to find herself being held forcefully by Viktor's arm securely about her waist. Her hands trying to push him away, the pain quick as she moved. Red overcame her immediate sight, making her shut her eyes to block out thoughts of anguish and rage but unable to. Her sight began to fade as he squeezed her, pulling more blood to the surface. His now startling black eyes staring lustily into hers, he cooed.

"You are mine. . ." He gathered her into his arms, her head resting on his shoulder as her arms fell limply over her side. His lips touched her forehead and disappeared into the night. ~~~~

Allison opened her eyes, so weak she could not bear to open her eyes. She couldn't forget Viktor's changing eyes as they gazed into hers. The air smelled stale, moldy, familiar. She knew this smell, the haunting sense of death. She was hungry, not for bread or meat, but for something else. Her heart was still, cold. Shivering, she heard footsteps approaching in the darkness. She knew who it was, and she braced herself for the worst. There was a pause as she watched the darkness disappear. There was Viktor, illuminated in candlelight, stared down at her. She wasn't sleeping in the dark, but some sort of box. A casket. Her voice had gone. But something had replaced it. Something irresistible. Something delicious. She sat up with some difficulty, her eyes searching for the source of her thirst through the red. Even the candlelight glowed crimson. Viktor remained above her, the exposed throat his offer to her. "Drink." Her lips touched his cool skin and sharp edges grew from her front teeth. She plunged greedily and took her fill.

His blood tasted so sweet, so exquisite, and she filled herself. Pulling away, she licked her lips as he smirked, his eyes reflecting the flames from the candles around the room strategically to get the full effect of brilliance. She watched Viktor, feeling more alive than she had ever felt. His blood was exhilarating, and she felt her heart soar with appreciation and love for Viktor.

"Viktor, thank you for this. I can't explain this feeling. I don't know how to repay you. . ." He held her close and they kissed. It was long before they parted, and her eyes felt glazed over.

"Be mine for eternity."

"Always. . ."

"I have one gift more for you, Love." Her gaze followed his into a dark corner.

"What is it?" she said with awe.

"Go and see." Allison was only able to make out a dark figure standing in the shadows as if it were tied to a stake. When she got closer, she saw Aaron Kinney standing in fear before her. Her eyes had begun to see red again and she smiled in awe. He looked beaten, his face bleeding from a scrape that looked as if he had been thrown across a stone floor and rammed into a wall. The rage was turning into a thirst not unlike the one she'd experienced before. Her eyes flashed of desire, rage, and most importantly revenge.

"Hello, Aaron." Her voice came out in a hiss and she touched his face, feeling a spark of excitement course through her. The urge got stronger, and she saw the crimson liquid coursing through his veins. His blue eyes were horrified, frozen. She was compelled to move faster. She wasn't sure how to handle the situation at first, and felt Viktor behind her, so close, so warm. His hands trailed down her arms, and he raised her hands with his own, resting them at Aaron's nape. "To kill, drain here. You can taste death when you find it." He led her hands to another spot on Aaron's neck. "To create, drain here. In order to fully create, add your own blood the next night. Choose wisely."

"This one was one of those who killed my mother and father. They deserve to pay." She put her fingers over his eyes, and lightly slid them down his face, her neck bent slightly to the right as she smiled evilly. Viktor's hands didn't leave her waist. Allison grabbed Aaron's hair from behind his head, and she pulled his head to his left, revealing his nape. Licking her lips, she revealed her fangs and pinpointed the pulse. She'd decided to kill him. Aaron quaked from fear and Allison watched his eyes close tightly before plunging her fangs into the exposed skin. Hearing him cry of agony as she sucked the life out of him, Aaron struggled against her. Viktor left her side to hold him down. Her craving renewed itself, and she drank hungrily, taking as much as she wanted before the cry stopped. She withdrew herself from his skin licking her lips satisfied. The scent of blood lingered in the air, and she turned to meet Viktor's approving look, meeting his lips with her own, christened.

(present day) "AAH!" Sitting up with a sweat and tear-drenched face, Sylvia stopped her cries, and began breathing laboriously, holding her head in her hands as she turned over to her other side, her long hair cascading over her eyes. Tasting blood on her lips, she almost jumped until she realized it was just because she bit her lip so hard she cut herself. Looking at her clock as soon as she regained her composure, she noticed that it was twenty past midnight. That horrible dream again, she thought, the memories remaining sharply on her brain. It looked like me. Who was he, that man who. . .The young woman searched her mind, trying to find an explanation. Why did she have this dream, why was she aching inside as if she had lost someone important in her life. "I have everything I need in life! I have no reason to have weird dreams and stay up at all hours at night. Why can't I sleep during the night instead of during the day." She rubbed the bridge of her nose, irritated. "Answers don't come to those who wait. . . They come to those who look for them. Stop thinking so much." The sixteen year old girl stood and wobbled over to her bathroom. She was wide awake. Too bad she didn't feel the same during the day.

Everyday, it felt, she was always so tired, and the sun irritated her eyes as if she had sun burnt them, then she was always so pale. Then, every time she felt the urge to eat something, she couldn't find anything to strike her nerve. She even went to the twenty four hour grocery store to find something, but then she would wander into the foods section, and the only thing she could find was fresh meat. Fresh. Juicy. Raw. Meat. She could eat normal food, but it irritated her stomach. It didn't even look like she wanted to eat the meat when she cooked it, but she would always squeeze the juice out of it, trying to drain it of all the blood before she ate it, but then she would find herself wanting to drink the juice instead. She felt weird whenever she saw a person walk by, all clean-shaven and, if they had long hair, their hair pulled back in a ponytail so their necks were uncovered. Why would someone's neck make her so hungry? First she figured it was hormones, but then again, she knew she wasn't gay or lusting at the time. Her lips would dry and she would lick them, smelling blood. Blood. The thought of blood made her hungry, but there were no such things as vampires, were there? She had to be sick. The young woman decided to watch some TV and look for something to eat, hopefully she wouldn't have a weird temptation for the one thing she didn't think she could stomach.

With her seventeenth birthday coming up within the next few weeks, she was arranged a doctor appointment. She couldn't go to Europe with any sicknesses. She was barely ever sick, but this time she the depression hit her deeply, so she felt it would be wise to look into remedies that could stop the feeling. Her foster parents were worried about her, therefore they decided action would be best.

Walking into the square waiting room of the office building, she sat down in the not quite full room and waited for her name to be called. Near her, there was a small boy with flaming red hair quietly playing with a 'Mr. Potato Head' game, his mother, red-haired as well, watching him worriedly. The teenager watched the mother, and suddenly felt her sadness. The boy had an ear infection, a really bad one. She didn't know how she knew, the information came to her. Next to the little boy on a chair next to his mother sat a little girl with the same color of hair sitting quietly; she had a rag to her ear, holding it there and almost sobbing. Another ear infection, worse than the boy's. They were twins, and they seemed to be able to lock in on the other's condition. Looking over to the other side of the room, she saw a man sitting with his face in a magazine which was about personal health, and felt his problem flowing into her. Heart problem. He was worried about needing surgery. Another group in the room was a couple, man and woman. From the way they sat, which was quite nervously, she guessed they were going to have a baby. Too bad they didn't know it yet. She was probably having some unusual reactions to food and couldn't stop throwing up in the morning. She felt herself staring at them harder than the others.

"Sylvia Thatcher," said a nurse, who just entered the room with a clipboard and a bright uniform which had prints of colorful elephants on it while she wore white stirrup pants. Sylvia stood up and walked through the hallway with the woman. "Third door to your left." The nurse cared more about her attire than her patients; a loss of confidence in the system. Allison noted this and the nurse left her; she watched the happy woman walk away and caught herself looking at the woman's exposed nape. She didn't catch herself, though, when she licked her lips unconsciously. Turning her gaze, her expression changed to a malicious glare, and she cursed herself. For a moment, she almost saw red, and red was not her favorite color.

Sitting down on the examination bed, she waited for the good doctor. It was very boring, the examination room. The only things that seemed to bring color to the room was a picture of a forest scene, where there was a tall stone structure in the distance, and a poster of the human breathing system and its veins. This somehow made her stand up, and approach the picture. The 'person' was facing forward, and Sylvia stared at the picture, bringing up her hand to trail the veins. The combination of red and blue made it look more entertaining she guessed, and her fingers stopped as they trailed one vein in particular up to the neck, where there was an intersection of a vein and an artery. Pressing her forefinger and middle finger apart onto the spot she put them a bit to the side of them where just the vein remained, and put her fingers in a similar place there. Her mouth began to water and she shut her eyes as she started to see red, pulling her fingers away awkwardly as she heard the door open abruptly. Her ears began to hurt and she covered them up, forcing the feeling down. "Miss Thatcher, are you okay?" the doctor asked. Sylvia shook the feeling away, and then looked up feeling better.

"Um, yeah..." The doctor was a man, his short hair brown as his blue eyes seemed to show he cared. Well, she thought. If he cared about me as much as his golfing appointment in an hour, I'd have it made.

"Are you sure?" The feeling subsided and she nodded. "Have a seat. How are you feeling today?"

"Fine I guess."

"You wouldn't be here if you were fine."

"I've never been to a doctor alone before."

"Uneasy?"

"Yeah I guess."

"Well, we're going to take your pulse, and then we're going to perform a test or two." Sylvia nodded, and he frowned. "The nurse didn't tell you to change?"

"She seemed eager to leave."

"Eileen is like that." He said, putting down the chart board. Sylvia watched his stethoscope touch down over her heart. Confusion flashed across his eyes, and Sylvia had the sudden urge to laugh. She was more confused to tell the truth. He moved the scope up a bit, and tried again. More confusion. "Well, lets try something else." He took Sylvia's wrist and looked at his watch, which was not a watch but a five hundred dollar Rolex. He watched the second hand, looked at her wrist again, changed his position on her wrist, then tried again. "Impossible. Lift your arm." Sylvia did as told, and he, almost harshly, grabbed her upper arm from underneath where the infant pulse is usually found. After a few seconds, he let go and turned her neck slightly, going for her pulse on her neck. She grabbed his wrist in a vice-like grip and glared at him. After a few seconds, he suddenly went numb and released her. She let him go. "You've never been to a doctor alone?" His voice was shaky. Sylvia shook her head no, and he left the room quickly.

In a minute, he returned with another doctor, a woman, older and calmer. "Hello, Sylvia, how are you?" Sylvia nodded, indifferent. The woman began the same checkup as the man, but she did hers a bit more thoroughly, but came to the same confusion in the end. "Are you feeling well?"

"I'm wondering why this mook is in a panic. Other than that, I only feel depressed, which is why I supposedly came here in the first place."

"Dr. Reef is quite normal thank you very much, Miss Thatcher. What made him act out of character is that, why this may come as a shock to you but I assure you it is quite true, you don't have a pulse or a heart rate for that matter." She brought up a light and opened Allison's eyes wide, flashing the light into them.

"AH!" Sylvia pulled back away from the doctor, who dropped the light. "What do you think you're doing, lady!"

"Checking your eyes for sensitivity, what else?" Sylvia shut her red eyes.

"They're sensitive okay! I could've told you that!" The doctor picked up the light again.

"Just let me check your eyes for infections." She grabbed Sylvia's arm, who fought for it back, and she stepped away from the two.

"No. Get away from me."

"It won't hurt, now stop acting like a baby." Sylvia looked up abruptly, and the doctor gasped. Her eyes were no longer hazel but a deep blood red. She could feel two of her teeth grow sharp. Her hand clamped over her mouth and she looked at the frightened doctors, feeling the urge pull at her even more. Without much thought, she ran over to the door and yanked the door open, running out into the waiting room and leaving the office. The sun hit her at full force, but it wasn't painful like the light directed at her eyes. She ran down a street, and ducked into a dark alley which would empty out on a local park that was hidden by trees. The urge got larger and larger until she could no longer take it. Looking over her shoulder, she saw two shadows behind her, and then she looked ahead of her, gasping as she rammed into a man not much taller than her. The good thing was that she wasn't seeing red anymore, but she could smell the malice on the man in front of her, and attempted to feel fear herself; she couldn't feel anything.




Dreadfully Simple



"Well, lookie here, fellas. Looks like we gots a little girl in our midst." The two shadows behind her were men who had foul smiles on their faces as they sauntered over to the two. Sylvia knew she had to get out of there before anything happened. "What should we do with her, guys? She looks quite delicious if I say so myself." The first man grabbed her upper arms, then threw her towards a wall. She put her foot out, landing against the brick wall of the building and did a back flip down as if the wall were the ground. The three looked amazed at her reaction and were furious as well. Sylvia was surprisingly calm, and she allowed a smirk to cross her face. They approached her and the urge came back. She saw red. She hungered for something they had. Standing calmly, she faced the three, letting the redness enter her eyes. She couldn't resist. It was so strong, and she allowed the fangs to form at her teeth, and they stopped.

"You should've run." They were frozen, and Sylvia felt stimulated as their fear swarmed into her in the form of the urge. The one who caught her lunged at her, and she grabbed him by the neck, feeling strength beyond her imagining enter her. Lifting the man up into the air, she threw him against the opposite wall, and glared evilly at the fallen man. His friends were gone, she observed, and she sauntered over to him, her glare turning into a malicious smile. Kneeling down by him, she stared down at him, and felt his profane thoughts, but it was too late. He grabbed her wrist and arm, throwing her under him. He held her down with one arm across her neck as his other hand was busy trying to undo her button on her jeans. Her eyes were still red, her fangs bared as he tried not to look into them. "Look at me."

Her hand came up and, resting her fingers at his forehead, she moved them down lightly, getting his attention. Her eyes flashed gold, and he froze, making her smirk evilly. She ordered for him to let her go, and he did carefully, not losing eye contact with her. Grabbing a fistful of hair on his scalp, she gazed upon his neck, remembering what happened in the doctor's office with the poster. She pushed her fingers into his neck at the death point, and plunged her fangs into the man's neck, causing him to gasp and struggle as he came out of the reverie. She held him tightly, not letting him move.

The sensation of warmth over her lips made her roll her eyes in bliss as though she had been renewed, and she sucked the life from him with a newfound hunger. After he stopped struggling, she felt the last of his blood leave him, and she receded her fangs, licking her lips of the tasty treat. Letting his hair go, she threw his limp body against the brick wall behind her, and licked her lips again, a large, evil smile on her face. "Told you." The redness left her eyes and with it the evil. She suddenly felt quite normal, but very nauseous, and after the blood had already soaked into her skin, turning her a blush color, she saw the dead body at her feet.

A choice was presented to her. The nausea passed and she reveled in the sudden burst of energy. She just drank the blood of a human being and it felt good.

A smile crossed her face. She heard a tune she'd only heard in her dreams, one she could barely recall. Her eyes reached upwards and she let a name flow past her lips.

"Viktor."



Dream



My dream always starts the same. Walking behind a group of buildings, I see a beautiful young lady leaning against the wall, dressed in a short plaid skirt and a thin, white blouse. She reminds me of my many schoolgirl fantasies, and I am instantly aroused at the mere sight of her. She waves me over without saying a word and motions for me to kneel in front of her. Gazing up into her eyes, she smiles an amazing smile, and licks her full lips; I realize that this is no schoolgirl. 

I am hesitant at first, simply caressing her calves with my hands and feeling the smoothness of her legs. When she offers up no resistance I get a little bolder, and run my hands up her legs and touch the back of her thighs. She moans and I lean forward to kiss her skirt as my hands find their way under her skirt and to the back of the soft panties covering her ass.

I caress her panties with my hands and she parts her legs a little to give me better access. I can feel the heat emanating from her crotch and begin to smell her arousal as my fingers stroke the silk between her legs. Lifting her skirt, I kiss the crotch of her panties and inhale her scent as my fingers tug at the elastic and I begin to pull her panties down. They are wet and stick a little as I peel them from her crotch and down of her smooth, beautiful legs.

Stuffing her panties in my pocket, I kiss my way back up her legs and try to fight off the desire to plunge my tongue inside her. She moans and lifts her leg, resting it on a crate, and allowing me to finally kiss her inner thighs and brush my nose against her beautiful pussy. I inhale her scent deeply, hoping this is not another dream.

She tilts her hips, giving me better access as I begin to kiss her moist outer lips. I gently cup her behind, pulling her onto my face as my tongue eagerly finds its way inside her. I can taste her sweetness as she begins to drip onto my face. I run my tongue along her hole, slowly probing her juicy insides. She begins to moan louder and rock her hips as I suck along her folds and valleys, drinking each drop of her wetness that I can.

After several long licks along her length, my tongue finds her clit. She squeals as my tongue gently caresses her button for the first time, feeling every bump along my tongue. I reach up and caress her breasts through her blouse and can feel her nipples harden to my touch as she pushes her pussy harder against my mouth.

The weight of her breasts feels good in my hands, and I reach back under her blouse to try and touch her creamy, pale skin. Her bra is flimsy lace and comes unhooked on the first squeeze, freeing her breasts from their thin confines. Again my hands adjust to feel her bare skin, her nipples like rocks in my palms. I squeeze and roll them and can feel her pushing against my tongue in response. 

I slowly work on her clit with my tongue, pushing back the hood and running the tip of my tongue along her sensitive hardness. I take her exposed button between my lips and slowly caress and nibble it, gently nursing her closer to orgasm. Soon her hips are bucking against my face as I move one hand from her breasts to between her legs and enter her slowly with a finger.

She bends her knees slightly, giving my finger better access and she bobs up and down a little, my finger fucking her, as my tongue pushes flat against her clit.

She screams with pleasure as my finger finds her g-spot and she climaxes onto my face as my tongue grinds at her clit. She grabs my head forcing my face further into her sweet pussy as she floods me with juices. I drink her beautiful nectar as she trembles and comes down from her orgasm. I gently blow on her slit and lick what I can of the juices from her lips and soft hair.

I am still on my knees, face wet with her orgasm, as she straightens up her clothes and leaves with just a smile.

I awake with her panties in my pocket, and the scent of her on my face.



Dream



It's an unusually hot July night. I'm lying in bed - alone. Listening to soft music, eyes closed, naked. Air from the nearby fan caresses my hot skin. We spent the day together, then had to take our separate ways home. Now the memories are filling my head and I smile to myself. The day was beautiful, albeit short, as is any time we spend together. I glance in the mirror across from the bed - my long blond hair has fallen across the pillow - wisps of hair occasionally get caught in the breeze from the fan. My skin is glowing from being in the sun. 

I reach over to the lamp and turn it off. The room remains dimly lit by the yard light outside my window. I stare at the shadows on the ceiling for a few minutes before closing my eyes again. I see your face in my mind as I last saw it, drawing away from our kiss goodbye. I imagine that I can feel your arms holding me tight to your body, your lips are on my shoulder . . . and how it takes my breath away. I want to pull you close to me and never let you go. 

Resting my hand on my stomach, I feel the heat that radiates from my body. In my twilight sleep I imagine that you are here - next to the bed - you're watching me. You're leaning against the headboard, one hand touching my head, fingers slowly slipping through the length of my hair . . . Taking a deep breath I slowly exhale, relaxing into the mood that's easing over me. You whisper to me and I respond to your bidding. Moving my hand slowly up to the swell of my breasts, lightly grazing my fingertips over my nipples, the response is quick. My hands continue to my neck and into my hair. I stretch, arching my back, stretching my tired muscles. My hands make their way back downward, pausing at my breasts and awakening my barely concealed passion. Nipples responding again to my caresses. You murmur your approval . . . I continue to caress my breasts, exciting my nipples with one hand, while the other hand trails down my body to my inner thighs. I part my legs slightly, allowing just enough room for my fingertips to slip between them. Again you whisper your encouragement, and I'm losing myself in your demands. I will do whatever you ask me, whatever pleases you. I cannot describe exactly how this makes me feel, at first, self-conscious, then the exhibitionist in me slowly exerts herself and I find that I want to show you all you want to see. I want you to be pleased with the performance you command. 

You walk to the end of the bed and take my ankles in each hand, slowly and easily spreading my legs apart, you don't want any part of me hidden from your admiring eyes. 

My fingers move further down, parting my lips, tickling and teasing. My nerves are tingling. You instruct me to use both hands - licking my fingers first, and inserting them, I feel warm wetness, fingers sliding in easily. My wet fingers touch and explore the soft folds, light little circles on the sweet nub - my breathing is quick and shallow. 

I feel your lips tease my nipples - barely brushing them, keeping them erect and aching for your attentive kisses. Craving your tongues' teasing, licking... 

My fingers quicken before I feel you grasp my wrists and firmly pull my hands over my head. You use a nearby scarf to bind my wrists to the headboard. My legs spread . . . you climb between them and lower your head - your lips playing with me, occasionally your tongue licks quickly. I want more and try to put my hips closer, but you pull away each time I try to get closer. I begin to moan - begging for your tongue, your kisses, that special maneuver that drives me wild. 

You're moving, I feel the length of your body against mine, pressing me down onto the bed. I look into your eyes and wrap my legs around you, we kiss, a tender, deep, soul-searching kiss. We take our time, prolonging our pleasure. Moving to each others' rhythm, silence is broken by our demanding lovemaking, moans of rapture slip into the air. 

I believe you want me, to touch me, to take me and you do. I can't get enough, I never will. We make it last as long as we can, however, it's still over too soon. But we enjoy touching and caressing still, lovemaking never ends abruptly with us...it's ongoing...and we enjoy every second of quiet delight. 



Dream



It was evening and John had just called. He was away on a business trip. He called almost every day when he was gone because he knew that Joanne became uneasy when she was by herself in the house. He would be back tomorrow. She tried not to make him feel guilty. They both knew how important it was for him to make these trips. They said "I love you, see you tomorrow" and hung up the telephone.

She now felt more alone. The bright summer day was fading into dusk causing shadows to form in the house. She changed into her silk pajamas and turned off the room lights.

Joanne left the bedside light on. She liked to read at night before going to sleep. In her imagination the story would become reality. Usually reading made her drowsy but tonight she felt restless.

Joanne put down the book and turned off the light. She lay back on the pillow and closed her eyes. She lay still waiting to fall asleep.

As she lay in bed Joanne remained awake. She listened to the quiet house. Separation from her lover made her feel vulnerable. She had spent other nights without sleep. She hoped this one would be different.

Joanne knew her anxiety would only increase if she stayed in bed. She opened her eyes and studied her bedroom in the dim light. The familiar furnishings seemed altered. Shapes changed and details disappeared.

Joanne rose and pulled a robe over her shoulders. She walked out into the hall toward the living room.

Night had fallen and the house was dark but she did not turn on the lights. In the living room she sat on a sofa and drew up her feet. The only sounds were the rustling of her robe and her breathing.

Joanne was thinking about John when she saw a slight movement in the corner. It was probably a shadow. She looked around the room and then back to the corner. Was there a person sitting on a chair? As she stared there did seem to be a slight movement. Joanne whispered, "Is someone there?"

There was another motion. She was sure someone was sitting in the corner. Joanne asked, "Who are you?" She jumped slightly when a voice answered, "Johanna".

A woman rose from the chair. She was slim and graceful. Her smile was warm. She came closer out of the shadows. Joanne saw that she was lovely.

The woman asked, "How are you?" Joanne wanted to say that she felt anxious and lonely but instead she responded, "How did you get here?"

The woman answered, "You brought me here to be with you." Joanne was silent. She did not understand.

The woman moved closer. There was an odor of perfume. It seemed familiar. She sat down beside Joanne. She rested her hand on Joanne's arm. Joanne craved the touch of another person.

Johanna smiled reassuringly. She reached out and deliberately opened the top button of the silk pajamas. Joanne sat still as the woman moved her hand under the open lapel. She undid another button. Her hand was warm.

The young woman rose and walked toward the bedroom. She motioned for Joanne to follow. Joanne lay down on the bed. Johanna sat on the side of the bed and reached over to open the last button. She pushed the pajamas to the sides like unwrapping a present.

Joanne felt her chest exposed to the air. She closed her eyes. Johanna leaned closer. She pressed her body against Joanne's.

A voice asked, "Are you ready?" The voice was deeper. Joanne noticed that the body covering hers was solid and muscular. There was a new pressure at her pelvis. It seemed like she was being entered. 

She opened her eyes to look into the face of a young man. He was gentle and reassuring like Johanna. He was also lean and handsome. Joanne swooned. The young man had an amused smile. He enjoyed her look of surprise.

Joanne asked the man lying on top of her, "Who are you?" He replied, "Joachin." She asked him, "Where is Johanna?" He answered, "She will be back."

She did not see the other woman anywhere in the room.

She asked him, "Are you going to rape me?" He answered, "I am not going to rape you." Joanne then thought about John. She said, "I have never cheated." 

The youth who was in the act of penetrating her replied, "It is okay. John will not mind."

Joanne could not help responding to the man. She put her hands on his shoulders and thrilled to his firm muscles. She remembered these sensations from years ago when she and John were younger.

She was ready. Joachin moved in and out of her vagina. She was moist so he slid easily. He glided over her clitoris with each stroke causing her to flex her pelvis.

Tension rose in her body as he thrust again and again. She was suddenly overwhelmed with spasms of her muscles. Her nipples hardened and her vagina contracted as she felt Joachin reach his climax.

His penis swelled and his body tensed causing those beautiful muscles to bulge. She cried out as he plunged into her repeatedly.

It took a few moments for Joanne to catch her breath. When she again became aware, the room was quiet. Joachin was gone but Johanna was lying on the bed beside her. They were not touching. Johanna spoke in her soft voice, "Good night." Joanne closed her eyes and fell asleep.

The next morning Joanne opened her eyes to the early sun. She had slept soundly and felt refreshed. All the shadows of the night before were gone.

John would be home soon. Joanne was looking forward to seeing him. She pulled the robe over her shoulders and walked out into the hall toward the kitchen.

When John came home Joanne was sitting at their small kitchen table enjoying the sunlight and thinking about last night. He opened the door to be greeted by the warm smile of his lovely wife. She gazed at her man. He still had that lean muscular body which always thrilled her.

He said, "Hi babe." She answered, "Welcome home." He asked her how she was. She told him that she missed him when he was away but she was coping better. His smile showed that he was relieved to know his absence bothered her less.

John put his arms around his wife. She pressed her slim body against him and put her hands on his shoulders. He held her graceful body. They kissed as he deliberately opened the buttons of her silk pajamas. He loved to unwrap her like a present.

They walked out into the hall toward the bedroom.



Dream



I wake up one morning to find myself blind folded. I am lying on my back and try to move but I am tied spread eagle on the bed. I can hear some body in the room with me but I don't know who it is and it scares me. Then I hear her voice. Now, I want you to listen to me very carefully, she said. You are going to do whatever I say. If you don't, my little friend here will cut your balls off. With that, she touched my stomach with a long tapered blade. It felt very cold and sharp. What is it you want, I asked. 

I want you, she said, and I want you the way I want you. And when I'm done with you, you will be released and you'll never know who I am. Is that understood? I could not believe this was happening. But, hey what could be so bad? She wanted to have sex with me? Ok. So she's a little kinky, I thought to myself. What's the harm? This could be fun. 

Then she came close to the bed, leaned over and kissed my neck, she nuzzled my ear. She ran her hand across my bare chest and teased my nipples by pinching and sucking them. Then in a slow, circular motion working her hand lower with each circle. I turned my head to face her and she kissed my lips. A long, deep passionate kiss, the kind that lovers give to each other. Her left hand worked its way down to my cock. Her fingers probed the cleft there and gently fondled my balls. Oh, God it felt good. I raised my hips slightly to allow her better access to me. 

I felt my cock begin to respond to her ministrations. She climbed up on the bed to the headboard, removing her panties as she did so. My face was about 2 feet from the head of the bed giving her ample room. I was completely erect now. She lowered herself down 'til her pussy was right before me and said, eat me baby, and thrust her hips forward until her wet pussy was clamped over my mouth. I went for it. I licked her, sucked her clit, tongued her, sucked her labia and wrapped my lips around her luscious clit like I was giving her a blowjob. She loved it. Her hips were bucking, she was moaning and thrusting so hard I thought she was about to cum. But then she stopped and stood. 

She said, "You liked my pussy, didn't you"? I nodded yes. She tasted very good. Her juices had filled my mustache and I could smell her in it. Then she lowered her body onto me in the classic 69 position and wrapped those luscious, swollen lips around my still throbbing, engorged penis. I was still blind folded but I could smell her sweet pussy, so I went for it again. I pushed my tongue as far as it would go into her as she bobbed her head up and down on my shaft. God, I was in heaven. 

I made slow humping motions over her face as she sucked me. She was moaning now, as she sucked my balls into her mouth. I was almost there when she stopped and slid off of me. Not so fast, honey. We're not done yet. She untied me and ordered me to turn over onto my stomach. I did so. She then retied me it was a little uncomfortable, but I managed. She got off the bed and left the room. A few seconds later she returned and said that she had something special for me. I fell her get on the bed and straddle my ass. She leaned forward and I felt something that was strapped to her and it hard and long. In mounting terror I realized it was a strap on dildo! It was at least 7 inches long! My God, she was going to fuck me! I couldn't believe it; I was going to be raped! No, no, my mind screamed. She said, now the fun begins. My mind said no, but my cock said yes. She then stopped and untied me and told me that she was going to fuck my mouth first. I have never done this kind of thing before and it was getting me more excited. She turned me so that I was setting on the side of the bed and she got in front of me. I was still blind folded so she forces the strap on to my lips and told me open my mouth. I refused to but then I felt the knife on my throat so I opened my mouth. She started slowly at first then she grabbed me by the back of the head and started pushing it all the way in my mouth. She did this till I started to gag and then she stopped. 

She then told me to get on the bed and on my knees. She tied my arms to the corners of the bed so I was not going any were. She got behind me and began by licking my balls. She worked her way up to my ass hole, spread my buttocks apart and licked around my nether hole. Despite my fear, my cock remained rigid as she worked her tongue into me. She fucked me with her tongue as my hips moved back and forth in time with her tongue. She leaned over to the night stand and found some lubricant she had there. I felt her smear it around my ass hole and she worked her finger into me. My ass puckered with each thrust of her hand. Then I felt her position herself between my legs. I said, please don't do this, please. 

She remained silent. She reached around my side and grabbed my cock and began to stroke me. The lubricant in her hand made my cock throb as she worked me. Then it happened. I felt the tip of the dildo at my hole. She gently worked it in as she continued to masturbate my throbbing dick. Then she did it. She entered me fully as I screamed from the pain. Ohhh, God no! She had stopped all motion except for her hand on my penis. 

She stroked and whispered in my ear, relax, baby, relax, the pain will go away. I tried to relax my sphincter as she continued to stroke me. I couldn't believe I was still hard. Then it happened. The pain began to subside, my cock swelled. She began to work the dildo in and out, slowly. As it moved past my prostate, back and forth I could feel the excitement growing in me. I was confused, I was actually enjoying this. 

She humped me harder, faster, I moaned, I groaned, yesss fuck me, fuck me gooood, fuck me, baby, fuck me. Ohh, it felt sooo goood. I could feel the dildo as it ran up my ass into my bowel. I exploded in her hand as the sperm shot from my swollen, throbbing cock and covered the sheets below me. I heard her groaning behind me and realized she was cumming also. She bucked in me and thrust me forward and I fell on the bed as she came. I was lying in my semen. We were both panting now, as we slowly came down form our sexual high. My eyes opened with a start. The room was dark. I was alone. But the room had a familiar feel to it! 

What the hell? Something cold and wet was under my belly. I reached down and came up with a handful of cum. It was my own. Then reality struck me like a thunderbolt...I was in... my own bed...I had had... a... wet... dream!



Dream



I thought I knew what the dream was when I was on the Sea Wolf, but I was carried along by those around me. We sang many songs and drank much ale. We never really accomplished much but that seemed to be the point. We laughed we loved we fought at the drop of a hat and were more than willing to drop the hat ourselves. It seemed a never ending frat party. But in the end we seemed to drift on. Several left Avalon, several left the Wolf and of the few that remained I saw them not so often. The fights, the laughing, the loving, all seemed to fade over time. It still is a bitter sweet memory that I savor over time.

I Lord Sir Valguard, heathen in birth had once walked the lands of Avalon alone. As I stepped from the planks of the Sea Wolf and into these lands I have heard many tales, seen many things, been with many women and still this dream thing had eluded me. 

I traveled abroad on my own ship for a time and returned with much booty in the form of a woman though she seems to have run off with my man at arms leaving me to again be free.

I remember my vigil. At the alter kneeling all night in an effort to do my knighthood justice. Worrying about what kind of knight I would be. I became a templar to the church of Avalon and looked to the white Christ for answers and none came. 

I traveled distant lands and found no comfort of answers. I went to the lands of the heathens and bled among them in battle seeking a vision. And none came. So I returned to Avalon again in its glory and packed my home, closed my doors, burned my ship and set sail on another vessel as a stranger.

As a stranger I headed for parts unknown and lived the adventures therein, bringing wisdom and humility to myself. As I sought teacher after teacher my view on life became fuller and I realized exactly how much of the world is really out there. I found new ways to laugh and love, new ways to feel alive and new ways to enjoy being me. I met new people and learned the value of friends yet again and in so learning I set new goals for myself and my willingness to live returned for a short time. 

I had returned home to contemplate what I’d learned but my wandering feet saw a reason to be elsewhere. So again I traveled and searched out this booty many speak of and returned with yet another lass. Thou this one bites and scratches a little more, and all the more fun it is. But still I walk along the passes in the Ironbear Mountains. I see the storms in the kingdom and I hear the bells of the church. I walk the wall of my lodge hall drinking deeply and thinking. “What is it you are missing Valguard” Then suddenly the night before last as I sit quietly looking over my now dusty armor and my rusted weapons. Nothing had been missing; it was always there just like the dream. Sometimes you see it, sometimes you don’t. It’s always there before you even when you cannot bear to reach out and touch it.

I ran to the lodge hall, down the back passage to my armory and tossed open the door’s sending roosted birds aflutter. As I walked to the back and reached for the closed cupboard handles I froze. Was I ready could I take up the mantle once more? Closing my eyes I pulled with all my might opening the rusted and forgotten hinges. Hanging there lightly encased in dust was my tabard of the Templar. I pulled it over my shoulders and dusted it clean as I could. Thou now it is no longer white and pure as I was when I first took it up it was still there just like the dream always was.

With haste I rushed to my loyal servant and spoke to him, then was off to see the Arch Bishop. Someone must tell him what I have learned. Thou I fear another may try and stop me I only pray you all find this message. If I should not return know foul play is afoot and warn the king of a danger long forgotten in these lands.



Dream



Pamela Anderson sat on the couch, her arm around Anna Nicole Smith's shoulder, her hand on her thigh, as they watched the video-tape of her fucking, or being fucked by, ex-husband Tommy Lee.

They watched as his huge cock slid in and out of Pam's neatly trimmed pussy.

"Gee, that's a big fucking cock!" Gasped Anna Nicole, running her hand up Pam's thigh to the edge of her cropped jeans.

"Oh yeah... And boy it felt good!" Moaned Pamela.

Anna leant in close to Pamela's ear and whispered... "Mine's bigger!" She flicked her tongue out and licked Pamela's ear lobe slowly.

"You have a bigger cock than Tommy?" Asked Pammy, confused.

"I have a dildo upstairs so big your eyes will pop out!"

"I want to play with that!" Pamela shouted excitedly. She moved her hand up to Anna's crotch and rubbed through her jeans... "Is it a strapon?"

Anna smiled and nodded, "I'll go get it." She said as she got to her feet. "You get yourself ready for when I get back..." She hurried out of the room.

Pamela was excited as hell as she heard Anna Nicole bounding up the stairs. She quickly slid her cropped jeans off and peeled her T-shirt off. Leaning back on the couch she watched herself on the TV screen being fucked by Tommy. She imagined an even bigger harder cock inside her pussy.

On the TV Tommy was banging hard into Pam from behind, the camera focusing on her dick sliding into her, his belly tattoo pumping against her butt-cheeks. She remembered how it felt to have his big cock pumping into her body and slipped a finger from each hand into her pussy, pushing them inside, running them around the inside of her vaginal lips. Her eyes closed as she imagined his hot cock in her.

Anna returned to the room to find Pamela on her back, naked, with two hands between her thighs, fingers in her wet pussy. Anna smiled and tiptoed over to her blonde friend. She reached out and placed her hand on Pammy's hands... "Surprise!" She giggled.

Pamela opened her eyes and saw the strapon Anna was wearing. She almost fainted, the dildo was a foot long, very thick, as fat as a fist - covered with veins and had a small hole in the rounded tip. The straps that held it to Anna's body went around her waste and up over her shoulder, a heavy-duty harness. Other than that Anna was naked, her huge tits hanging loose.

"I can fuck you better than Tommy ever did!" She boasted.

"Oh yeah.... Prove it!" Demanded Pammy.

Anna stepped in front of Pammy, dildo standing proud in front of her mouth. "Suck my cock!"

Pamela opened her mouth and started sucking on the end of the cock, it was too big to get in her mouth - she gasped, imagining this monster in her cunt - she couldn't wait. She continued to suck on the tip, licking the shaft, sucking the sides of the dildo, reaching around and gripping Anna's butt.

Anna pinched her own nipples, lifting her tits up by them, shaking them. She held one breast to her mouth and sucked on the nipple, then changed to the other tit.

Pamela continued sucking, trying to take the head of the dildo into her mouth - failing. She spat it out, "I want you to put that big hard fucking dildo right inside my wet cunt!" She stated.

Anna dropped to her knees and placed the tip of the dildo against Pamela's pussy lips, Pam reached down and fingered the lips, parting them with her fingertips so that Anna could slide in slowly.

As Anna slid the tool into Pamela's pussy, she watched the amazing look on Pam's face. Pain, pleasure, excitement, surprise...

Pamela could feel her pussy being stretched to the limit, she wrapped her legs around Anna's middle and pulled her closer, deeper. Moaning, breathing hard, sweating, Pamela was dizzy with the feelings.

Once close enough, Anna leant forward, her breasts pressing up against Pamela's, their faces closing together, mouths an inch apart. They looked deep into each other's eyes as Anna pumped the huge dildo slowly in and out of Pamela's pussy. Tongues flicking out, rubbing against one another, saliva flicking into each others face.

"Fuck me" Ordered Pam. "Fuck me hard!"

Anna pulled Pamela's legs up onto her shoulders and pushed forward against them, pushing the dildo all the way into Pam. She moved her hips back and forth, faster, harder, deeper... She watched as Pam's face twisted with both pain and pleasure. "You like this better than Tommy?" She asked.

Pam nodded, biting her lip and bucking against Anna's cock, reaching down and gripping her bottom, pulling her butt-cheeks apart, tossing her head back and Anna reamed into her pussy with the giant toy, her eyes shut as she felt the waves of orgasm flowing through her. She came hard, screaming it out, "Fuck yes!"

Anna continued pumping, the base of the strapon bumping against her clit, the rhythm bringing her toward her own climax. She reached down to hold the base of the dildo's shaft as she felt her orgasm building, then pulled out of Pamela's pussy and squeezed the ejaculation mechanism... Hot creamy artificial cum shot out of the end of the dildo and splattered over Pamela's tits... Another pump of the mechanism and another stream of thick white fluid shot out over Pam's face...

Pamela leant forward and wrapped her lips around the tip of the dildo and looked up at Anna as she pumped the rest of the fake cum into her mouth. Like a good girl, Pam swallowed everything she could, allowing the remainder to run from the corners of her mouth and down her chin.

On the TV, Tommy moaned as he shot his load over Pamela. In the room, Anna leant in and kissed Pamela slowly, tongues pressed together, lapping up the remainder of the fake cum.

"Oh, girl, I wish this was a real cock..." moaned Pamela.

"That what you really want, babe?" Replied Anna Nicole, kissing her friend again.

"I'd do anything to have a real, hot cock inside my mouth right now." Said Pamela.

"Any cock?" Asked Nicole, sitting up, her eyes widening...

"Any cock!" Stated Pamela... "As long as it was hot, living cock... Not rubber..."

Anna jumped up and hurried out of the room, the dildo bouncing up against her belly. Pamela watched her leave, excited about who she may return with... The gardener? The pool man?

Anna returned within a few minutes, leading with her a large, muscular man the guard Justin. She smiled broadly, "Justin loves to have his cock sucked! And it sure is a hot cock!" Pamela thought about it, for about a second, then slipped to the floor and crawled sexily over to Anna and Started licking her pouting lips.Within seconds, Pamela and Anna were side-by-side, face-to-face, passing the dripping head of Justin's long cock back and forth to each other's mouths. Each took a turn at sucking the pre-cum from his penis. As they sucked, they fingered each others asses with there spare hands and giggled like virgin schoolgirls.

With each turn Anna encouraged Pamela to takeJustin's cock deeper into her mouth, until she was eventually deep-throating the seven inches of slippery cock sliding beyond the back of her mouth, pre-cum dribbling down her throat, her lips wrapped around the base of the shaft. By now Anna wasn't getting to taste the cock that was Pamela's privilege! As Pamela sucked the cock, Anna held her hair back and stroked her tits, ass and thighs. She whispered into Pamela's ear, "You like sucking a big cock?" 

Pamela moaned a 'yes' around Justin's cock. She slid her mouth back off the penis, allowing the head to drop from her mouth... As she looked up at Anna she ran the pre-cum pouring head of the Justin's cock over her face, soaking herself. 

"Can I fuck him?" She begged. "Please..."

"Gimme a kiss first..." Said Anna as she leant in and ran her tongue over Pamela's cum-soaked face, building to a long, tongue hard kiss.

Anna positioned Pamela back on the edge of the couch, her ass slightly over the edge. She encouraged Justin to step his legs onto the edge of the couch, his body between Pamela's long, tanned legs. Pamela stroked Justin's head and shoulders as Anna carefully guided his thick dick between Pammy's wet pussy lips - he slipped in real quick!

Justin started pumping immediately he felt flesh round his cock, punching deeper and deeper until Pamela could feel his belly on her flesh, the outsides of his hips against her inner thighs. She felt the Justin's cock inside her pussy - closing her eyes she thought about what it must look like.

Beneath the Justin's cock penetrating the woman's cunt, Anna lay on her back, her mouth inches from the action, tonguing at Justin's shaft as it rammed in and out of Pamela. She could see the knot of his cock ramming up against her lover's pussy lips, reaching up she fingered Pamela trying to help it in...

As the orgasmic feelings built up in the former Baywatch star, she reached down and grabbed Justin's hips, pulling him hard and fast up against her pelvis, she felt a searing shot of pain as the knot burst into her cunt. As she came, so did Justin - pumping hot cum right into her pussy.

It took several minutes before Pamela was ready to let Justin slip from her hot cunt. When he did pull out a large gob of cum poured out over Anna's face, she caught as much as possible in her mouth - tasting the salty iron-like flavor - then lapped at Pamela's swollen pussy lips until she felt it was empty. Anna took Justin's cock and slipped it into her mouth - tasting Pamela's juices on it, along with it's own flavor.

Having been fucked by both Anna's giant strap-on and Justin's cock, Pamela fell asleep on the couch, Anna continued to suck on the Justin's still hard cock, and Justin continued to enjoy himself!



Dream



In the darkness of the room, my eyes close and I listen to my breathing and heartbeat. The sheets freshly laundered, the slight sweetness of the fabric softener fills my senses. Gradually my body warms the bed and I doze off in the enveloping warmth.

The shaft of light from the hallway brings me out of my slumber. Its quickly extinguished as the door closes and the room returns to darkness. Footsteps, familiar with the room, head directly to the dresser. A scrap of a match, momentary flash of brilliance and a candle comes to life. Its followed by a second on the dresser, then a third by the one of the nightstand. The scent of citrus soon encompasses the room and I breath deep taking it in as I wake fully from my nap. The candle light allows me to see you. You are standing in the middle of the room, I can make out your features but not in detail. But I know its you and I stretch out on the bed. Laying on my back, my right arm up under my head. Looking towards you across my body, I can see my nipple rising up at my excitement of having you near. Nude except for a thong panty, I lay still waiting for you. Willing my love, my desire, my need for you to fill your mind as it fills mine.

Eyes adjusting to the light, I watch as you start to undress. In the silence of the room, your zipper cuts the air and my breath comes quicker. I can feel the smile on my face expanding with it. You shrug and shake your shoulders and the dress falls forward. Pleasantly surprised to see that you are nude underneath. Knowing now there was no need to try to will anything to you. I hear, but don't see, your shoes as you kick them off and start towards the bed.

Remaining immobile at your approach, even as you reach down to me. Your fingers hook under the waistband of my thong. "What is this?" The fabric tight as you pull them up. The back becomes a string between my butt-cheeks as you do this. A wonderful tightness in my ass crack and up over my sex. You continue to pull, causing my lower torso to lift up off the bed. Your hand releases and I bounce on the bed. "Take them off." Said softly but leaving my doubt of the speed required. Once again my butt rises up off the head, this time by me as my hands push the thong out of my crotch and down my hips. Sitting up to remove them, you extend your hand to me. I place them in your palm. You bring them to your nose and I hear you sniff deeply. 

"Open your mouth." My jaw drops and your fingers jam my panties into my mouth. Tasting myself on them. Surprised but not surprised that I had dampened them before their removal. After filling my mouth, you pat my cheek then draw my chin up to seal them inside my mouth. 

"Lay down, roll over." Your voice firm but I can hear the lust too. Thrilled that you have come to me full of desire. I move prone, face down. Your hand is swift, the instant that I am turned over I feel its bite. The contact loud, the sting sharp as you hit my ass. A second strike follows before I can make a noise. This one harder than the first, as if you were gauging the distance the first time. "Lift up." Raising up my butt, a pillow is forced under me. And now the air is filled with the swish of your arm and the slap of your hand on my ass. My head facing you, I can make out your movements and my eyes focus on your swinging breasts. Your arm in continuous movement, both cheeks go from stinging to warmth to hot with no let up. My panties wet with my saliva becoming a small ball in my mouth. In between deep intakes of air through my nose, I suck the moisture from my panties; removing all traces of the taste of myself from them.

My ass on fire now, wondering how red my skin must be just as you stop. "Stay there. Open." Your finger in my mouth, pulling the wet mass of my panties out. Soon the coolness of them covers my ass as you open and lay them out on me. Its then that I realize how wet I am. My pussy leaking.

In the flicking light, I make you out at the closet. Inside it, hunting in the dim light. Boxes open and close, a dull bang of one hitting the floor as you find it. Time drags as I wait for your return. Its only a minute but it seems an hour. The closet door closes and your outline is visible again. The shadow of the dildo strapped to you bounces on the opposite wall as you near me. A yank at the nightstand drawer and the lube is in your hand. I watch you squeeze it, a wet plop from the plastic tube fills your palm. Your hand strokes the cock, covering it liberally. Another squeeze, another palm full of lube. The lube drops onto the bed and your hands rub together. 

You move out of my sight and the cool wetness of the panties leaves me. Replaced by a different wetness as you slide your slick fingers between my legs. Up my middle starting at my pussy then up my crack. "Spread." My legs part as your finger enters my ass. One quick motion and its length is buried in me. You pull it back halfway, enough room to allow you to join it with a second finger, then push back in. In and out, your fingers take my ass.

"Are you my ass whore?" I nod, then realize you can't or didn't see and answer, "yessss". It was a struggle to unclench my jaw to respond but now that I have I take deep mouthfuls of air. Once again your arm moves continuously, this time back and forth as you drive your fingers in my ass. 

"Good, I've thought of nothing but fucking your ass for hours. You do WANT your ass fucked don't you?"

Before I can answer, a third finger forces in. Knowing now beyond any doubt that you are going to take me and fuck me hard. Only question is whether you will use your hand first or if this is just to open me up. "You can rub yourself if you want." And my hand moves as if under its own mind. Fingers drenched as they find my clit. My hips moving now too, working with your fingers. "Oh my baby loves to fuck doesn't she?" Fingers twisting in my tight channel as you explore me.

The mattress dips as your weigh joins mine on the bed. Your digits still inside me, your knees warm my calf's as you move up between my legs. Suddenly, I'm empty. But not long as the head of the dildo finds entrance. The fresh lube, along with the work of your fingers, allow you to impale me easily. And I feel the hard length sink deep inside me until your belly touches my butt. Motionless less, except for the madness of my fingers on my clit, you shift your arms forward. Running up my hips along my side. "Raise up," and I'm up on one elbow not wanting to remove my hand from my pussy. Its enough for you and your slick hands slide under me, grasping my breasts. 

Your grip tight, you start to move. Long hard drives. In and out. Fucking me. Fucking my ass. The intensity of it brings me to an orgasm quickly. You sense it (or did you hear it when I screamed?" and your thrust harder. Driving into me. Using my ass. Fucking me hard. Harder. Breathing hot in my ear. "Your ass is mine bitch. No one else. Hear me???" I can hear your lust, knowing that you are close. Pushing my hips up to you. Both hands under me now so I can push, fuck with you. Our bodies moving in opposite directions before returning together. Fucking hard on my bed. Knowing that the base is pressing, hitting your clit and that you will cum doing this to me soon. My shoulder burns and I realize its from your teeth sinking into it. Biting me as your orgasm brings you momentary madness of its release. A second strong orgasm washes over me, joining me with your bliss. Your mouth leaves my shoulder and I hear you cry out into my ear.

We collapse together down flat on the mattress. I can feel the wet spot under me as our weight settles down on it. Now your lips are soft as you kiss the back of my neck and shoulders. "You fuck nice baby. Doesn't she?" 

I open my eyes at the sound of "yes, she does," finding another shadow in the room I hadn't noticed before. Staring until I can make out her form in the corner of the room. Your caresses continue just as the wax of a candle gives way, streaming down the side, allowing for a flare up of the flame. In the brief increase of light, I see her face. "Hello Lilly," is all I say before closing my eyes, losing myself under your warmth and the slow start of your cock again moving in my ass...



Dream



The day had been one of those that you always dread. It seemed like I was speaking Chinese to everyone I met. Nothing made sense and I had to explain myself too many times. I needed a break from everyone, so I headed to Garcias for a few beers, bad Mexican food and the anonymity that makes it my sanctuary.

I drank too many Coronas and when I fell into my bed, I barely saw the ceiling spinning off before I fell asleep or passed out.

I rolled restlessly and woke up in the middle of the night, sweating in my clothes. I sat up and undressed and lay back down. The frijoles were working on me as my swollen head pounded from too much beer and too little restraint. I drifted back to sleep, seeking relief from my self-induced torment.

I woke exhausted and when I rolled onto my side, was surprised to feel a sticky wet spot under me. I scooted over and shot out of bed. I couldn't have been so drunk I pissed my bed. At least I hoped not. Quick flashes of my future wearing Depends flew through my mind as I fought to stay calm.

Then I realized it was not piss but cum that had spread out on my sheet. It had been years since I had a wet dream and I was surprised to find that it could still happen. As I grew older and had sex regularly, that reflex had laid dormant. I was puzzled until bits of the night started creeping into my consciousness.

I sat at the edge of the bed as I started to remember the dream that was so strong and vivid that it took my body over.

I vaguely remember the feeling of my cock slamming violently into a tight, hot pussy. I could hear the moans and groans and guttural cursing of my partner, driving me on and challenging me to "tear her pussy open". I smiled as more of the dream flowed from my subconscious and I remembered, pulling her nipples as I drove my cock ever harder into her.

Her large soft breasts filled my hands as I roughly felt them. Her nipples begged for my thumbs to flick across them.

It was all coming back to me and my cock stiffened at the recollections.

I struggled to fill in the details of this fantasy, and as I did, more images flew across my mind. Images of her crawling in bed with me. Images of her kissing my chest and then my mouth. Images and feelings of her wet mouth sucking my cock hungrily inside. Images of her rubbing her tits over my face, taunting me. Images of her holding her tits around my cock as she jacked it with her globular flesh.

And as these pleasant memories of a fabricated and imaginary encounter washed through my mind, more troubling ones also appeared. I remembered in my dream seeing her hanging in her room, then men removing her and I shuddered, wondering how such an unerotic scene could have been spliced in my fantasy dream.

As I thought about that, I tried to reconstruct the order of the dream to better understand how I could move from such a pleasant moment to such a horrific one. It made no sense, and I finally gave up and wrote it off to too much beer and bad food. Hallucinations were not new to me. Usually they involved colors and naked young girls, although once, in 1972 after dropping acid, I saw spiders in my walls for 200 hours.

I went to the shower to shake that bad feeling left by the dream. As the water sprayed down on me, I tried to focus on the sexual part of last night's nocturnal emissions. My hand pulled my cock and soon I was into the ritual again. That familiar sensation blocked out the bad stuff and replaced it with imaginary screams of pleasure from the lady I was fucking in the shower. I was insatiable, and she begged me to stop before she was ruined forever by my monster cock. I was generous to her and when I shot my spurts of cum against the tiled walls, I let her fade from my mind and return to her room in my mind until I needed her again.

I dressed and grabbed a bagel and juice and sat at the computer for my morning pervathon. The site was slow and I cursed them for trying to improve things again. Finally, the familiar colors filled the screen and I scrolled down the cam list. Clicking as I went, I chose the regulars and a couple of new ladies. I always like the new ones. It's sort of a contest to see whether they start off showing their pussies or tits or have to be coaxed and seduced into it by flattery and mass attentions.

I am jaded by my own perversions and I figure that anyone on a cam site is there to show off. Maybe they have to be subtle to retain mystery or to be sure their family doesn't catch them being naughty for the world, but we all yearn for that little hot moment of someone watching our private demonstrations and explorations. If my cock was huge and I hadn't lost most of my body's tone and muscularity, I would be in the thick of it myself all the time. I limited my appearances to select times and always choreographed my positions for maximum advantages. No belly shots for me.

Anyway, my mind flowed with these nonsensical thoughts as I went down the list. My special friend of last night's guest appearance was on cam. I moved her image to the top center of the monitor and watched her as she sat there. I though her cam was frozen at first, then realized she just wasn't very animated. She was typing. The cam showed her blouse and keyboard and hands. Her shirt was stretched over her full breasts. I enlarged the image and could see her nipples pushing against her clothing. I wanted to find her in chat and tell her to "show them big tits", but I used better judgement and just watched her.

When I finished my bagel, I found her and said good morning. She was polite, but not overeager to see me. I bided my time, until she finished whatever she was doing. The chat was mindnumbing, but she finally started commenting and I joined in.

"I dreamed about you last night"

"Sure you did. LOL I have heard that one before"

"No. Seriously. Part of it was good and part was bad"

Semiclever comments filled the screen as other rommies attempted to foil my attempts.

"Tell me in PM" she finally said.

"OK...What did you dream?"

"I dreamed that I fucked you last night and it was so strong that I had a reallife wet dream during the dream."

"LOL"

"And I dreamed that you hung yourself"

A full minute went by without a response.

"Are you there?" I asked.

"Yes."

"I think maybe you did that in my dream because I think some of your writings are dark and full of dispair and somehow it took that feeling I had and generated that scarey scene."

"Do you think I feel that way?"

"I think you are full of questions about why things can't be better and you feel shortchanged by life sometimes, but we all do that, I said.

I paused for a moment and then, not wanting to become too serious and maudlin, continued typing..

"Actually I think all you need is to get laid."

"LOL....Think so???"

"Yep. I have experienced that before myself and it helps a lot. How about if I meet you Saturday night. Get a baby sitter and some new lingerie and let's go for it."

"As if.."

"Then if I can't fuck you back to sensibility, at least stay out of my dreams with the morbid shit. LOL"

"OK, Saturday it is."

"Good. I am late now. I'll email you tonight when I get back and we can set a time and decide which hotel to go to...lol."

I shut the computer off and started to leave, but remembered the wet sheet. I went to the bedroom and pulled it off. A silver necklace fell to the floor. I froze as I stared at it. A cold sensation enveloped me.



Dream



It had been a long day at work. Everybody was ragging my ass about one thing or another. The boss was being his usual jerky self. I was watching the clock waiting for the day to end, go home, have some dinner and veg out, maybe watch a movie.

The afternoon drug on and things had slowed down. I had called my wife and talked to her for a few minutes. I told her about the day I had. I asked her about hers. She said it was typical normal stuff, nothing pressing.

The magic hour came, 5pm and nothing could have stopped me from bolting out of that place. I jumped in the truck, lit a smoke and headed home. I took a longer way to give myself some time to unwind from work. 

When I pulled in to home I walked in. My wife had started dinner and was smiling. The best part of my day is seeing my wife. Giving her a hug and a kiss always makes my day. It helps me get over a shitty day. 

She asked me if I would like to take over, she knows how much I love to cook. I said sure and began taking care of things. Nothing too elaborate just your basic spaghetti and sauce.

During dinner we talked about work, the news and usual stuff. I noted she had a smile the whole time. I asked her what she was up to and of course she denied it. She quickly changed the subject and she asked me if I still had been having my dream. I said yes, same thing only different variations. It was a dream I had been having for 3 or 4 months now. 

The dream starts out with our neighbor coming over to visit. He hangs out with us for some time. For some reason we start talking about college experiences. My wife leads it to her sexual experiences while in college. Our neighbor and I follow suit about our experiences. Then he blows me away about talking how he got a blowjob from his one friend while drinking one night. He said he loved the way a man sucked him off. My wife and I smiled. I told him about my experiences sucking guys off. My wife told him how she loved cock sucking too. As the dream goes on, I am on my knees sucking his cock as my wife watches us as she masturbates herself. The dream is pretty vivid.

I go on to tell my wife about the dream and how it felt so real I could almost taste his cum in my mouth. It really has made me hungry for cock again.

Normally I know most wives would freak if they heard their husband say that but not mine. We have a great understanding about things, no secrets. Are only requirement of each other is that we tell the other what is going on. 

I asked my wife one day what she would do if I told her I met a guy and wanted to suck his cock. She told me she would ask if it was what I wanted. If it was she would want to see me do it. In return she said if she met someone I would ask her the same. We have a great relationship.

She listened intently as I told her about the dream. All she said was interesting. We finished dinner and I cleaned up the plates and kitchen. I asked her what she wanted to do. She said staying home and catching a movie was cool with her. 

I ran up and got changed. All that sex talk had made me horny and I thought about jacking off right then, but my wife kept calling me to hurry for the movie. So I gave my cock a few strokes and got dressed.

We got the movie started and my wife asked me to lay on the floor with me. We laid there snuggling together. I started to kiss her neck and nuzzle her telling her how much I loved her. I played with her hair and ran my hands across her body. , lightly touching her. She moved in closer to me as I wrapped my hand around her. I kissed her neck and ears some more then I felt her hand squeeze my cock teasingly. 

I was thinking that I might get fucked tonight or maybe even a blowjob. My wife sucks cock so good, it is incredible. Just when things got interesting the doorbell rang. I was pissed. My wife had just pulled my cock out and gave it a lick. The doorbell rang again.

I pulled my pants up and answered the door. It was our neighbor asking me if I could help him move something in his apartment. He said it would just be a minute. So I put on my shoes and went over. He was there with another friend trying to move a huge dresser upstairs. I have moved a dresser like that before I knew how hard it can be.

Once the dresser was up we went downstairs again. My wife had come over and invited them over for a drink. The three of us went over to our house. When we got there she had some beer and booze on the counter. Everyone helped themselves.

We had a few drinks and were bullshitting about different things. We started about stupid stuff we have done and of course one thing led to another and the conversation dived right to sex.

My wife blew the two guys away with her story about doing a three way along with some of her cock sucking stories. She had told me about them and they always made me horny. The guys tried to top her with there exploits. Until my neighbor said he and his room mate used to get each other off. His friend's jaw dropped like a rock. My wife just smiled at me. I threw another shocker when I told them I was bi and loved and loved the taste of cum.

I could see that both of their cocks were hard and rocks, so did my wife. My wife then spoke up and asked if they would like for me to suck them off. I was in shock that she suggested it but I didn't even wait for an answer. I was on my knees in front of both of them. My neighbor's friend already had his cock out and aiming for my mouth. My neighbor got his out, I reached for it. 

I alternated my mouth from one cock to the other taking every bit I could in my mouth. I swirled my tongue around them and sighed. I was in heaven. Both of them let me do all the work. I squeezed their balls and licked up and down the shafts of those two sweet cocks. 

I looked over at my wife. She had her pants down and was rubbing her sweet pussy. She was looking so hot. She suggested that we do a foursome with me as the receiving end. My wife got on her back and spread her legs. I mounted her and began fucking her tight pussy. My neighbor got behind me and slowly started feeding his cock into my ass. He worked his way in filling my asshole completely with his cock. The other guy kneeled in front. I sucked in his cock as my wife tongued his balls.

It was unbelievable. I was living my dream. Cock in my mouth and ass while fucking my wife. I could feel the cock in my ass swell with each push. He had grabbed my hips and slammed his cock in me deeper and deeper. The cock in my mouth was delicious. I could taste his pre-cum. It was slightly salty but very good. My ass was so full and taking a pounding with the longer cock of my neighbor sliding in and out. I would bear down with my muscles to tighten around his cock. Each time he would moan. I felt his cock swell more and I knew he would come soon. 

The friend had his hand on my head guiding me on his cock. He was average size and it slid easily down my throat. I kept swirling my tongue and licking his shaft. He played with my hair as I swallowed him. My wife ran her tongue over his balls, every so often sucking a ball into her mouth. She was sucking hard on it, making him push my head down deeper on his cock.

My own cock was buried deep into my wife. I couldn't hold on much longer though. He pussy clenched my cock and pulled me into her. She was soaked from her coming and dug her nails in my back. With the cock in my ass rubbing my prostate I was going to cum and did quite quickly. Pulling my cock out of my wife's pussy I shot cum all over both of us. She rubbed it into both of us and kept rubbing her clit.

My neighbor was also getting close to coming. He slammed harder into me and grunted. Then I felt his cock swell and a burst of hot cum filled my ass. He came so much I could feel it drip out of me. He shoved himself even deeper into me as he came. He was hammering my ass as fast as he could. I could feel him shake as he came I begged him to stay in my ass as long as possible. 

The smell of sex, come and sweat filled the room. My neighbor had his head buried in my wife's pussy licking her off into oblivion. She now pushed his head deeper into her pussy making him lick and suck it. I watched her body shake in orgasm after orgasm.

I was concentrating on the cock in my mouth now. It was pulsating and I knew he was going to cum soon. I stopped only long enough to beg him to cum in my mouth. I sucked as fast and hard as possible. He said he was going to come. I pulled off his cock, opened my mouth and stuck out my tongue. I jerked his cock off as he came. The first load went straight down my throat the second and third filled my mouth. His last shots covered my face in his hot tasty cum. I licked his cock clean and swallowed every drop.

Using my fingers I wiped the remaining come off of my face and eat it. I was in heaven. My ass was royally fucked my jaw was sore but I loved every minute of it. 

We had been at it for some time. It was getting late. My neighbor and his friend got dressed and ready to go. As they left my wife French kissed both of them. Since we were still naked they both took the liberty of fingering her as they left. I told them both to come back anytime. My neighbor said he knew they were invited anytime now. I asked how he knew that. I told me that my wife had set the whole thing up. He said it was something about a dream I had.



Dream



Crimson, orange and dark gray adorned the spectacular sunset over the Puget Sound. I just arrived to the Fisherman's Restaurant, a tourist trap on the waterfront in Seattle. Even a tourist trap can provide a decent meal, if you know what to ask for. The sign in the front saying that they had the best oyster bar in Seattle attracted me. I am an oyster's dilettante so I got in. I ordered half a dozen oysters in the half shell, a rare ahi tuna steak and a bottle of… guess what…ta ra ra ra (as in Ludwig Van's Fifth)! Champagne. I ordered a bottle of Washington State Champagne, Domain Saint Michelle Extra Brut. The waitress arrived with the oysters and the champagne, while I was contemplating the amazing sunset, and inevitably, thinking of you, on how much I miss you, and how much you will be enjoying being there with me. The air was not cold, but crisp, perfect to wash down a bottle of champagne, and I was contemplating the Olympic Mountains Range, and start thinking about my dream.

Piano maestoso

I had a dream. Not your every day dream, mind you. Your once in a lifetime dream. In it I invited to dinner a gorgeous colleague of mine. She is so perfect in every sense, that her acceptance put me in the very exclusive and desired minority of envied men. Envied by the fools, because the beauty of the woman I was accompanied by, envied by the wise, because the intelligence of the woman I was accompanied by. To completely fulfill my fantasy, she not only accepted, but she was sincerely flattered by my asking, and that step up my peg a notch or two.

Allegro ma no tanto

We did not go to a fancy restaurant. Before the dinner she said something like: "We should really have champagne, I feel victorious after detecting and diagnosing the bug we just found". I could not agree more; champagne is one of my favorite drinks. We ordered a light dinner, and engage in one of the very intellectual conversation that we appreciate so much. No dessert was ordered, from my part, not to burden myself with heavy carbohydrates, since I had the very intention (see, I was not so innocent) to seduce this wonderful woman that very night.

Pianissimo

When we arrived to her hotel she mentioned the other bottle of champagne, the one she bought for me, and when we were going to drink it. We made a decent attempt of saying; let's drink it in the hotel's lobby, but then both found problems with this. Graciously she invited me to her room, and graciously I accepted. There we went, and I opened the bottle. The hotel management provided two flutes and I poured the first two glasses. We were very civilized and polite as we drink the bottle. We talk about music, porcelain, lead glass, and literature, since the label of the champagne was based on the famous tale "The adventures of Mr. Toad: From the Wind in the Willows", by Kenneth Grahame. It had the portrait of two toads, as bride and groom, handsomely dressed.

Allegro

The moment to say good bye arrived. I said something about having to get going. She step up from the bed she was sitting and I approached her for a good night kiss. Then everything happened. I stood very close to her, and put my arms around her waist. She raised her arms around my neck, and then for a second or two we really look to each other in the eye. No one blinked. We knew what we wanted. But we were also savoring the anticipation, because unfortunately it is never again the same. Those few moments in which you consider whether a kiss in the mouth will be welcomed or not, are priceless, and I will always keep them in my heart. As I approached my face to hers she opened her mouth to take my kiss, in the most generous and open way. It was a fierce kiss that did not left any doubt about the intense feelings we had for each other. An eager kiss, a sensuous kiss, the kiss you never forget, because you give and receive only so many in your life, if at all.

The first lead to the second, and third and then I lost count, not that I really wanted to keep a tally. For me it was only one, THE KISS all capitals, the one that surrender you flesh unconditionally, the one that commit you forever. Soon my hands started to wander about her body and hers about my head. I've never in my life been caressed in the head as much as that night. Anyhow, my hands started to roam freely on her body, searching for her flesh.

She did not stop kissing me. I don't know how we ended on the bed, with me on top kissing and caressing like there was no tomorrow. Slowly without stopping kissing I started to undress her. There was an awkward moment in which she was topless and I still had my jacket on. Soon we fixed the situation and we got completely naked.

How can I describe her? Words won't do justice, Cervantes and Quevedo would stutter before they could tell her body. I would have to have the talent of a Mozart, the intense drive of a Beethoven, or the amazing power of Brahms to describe her with music. I wish I were a Tiziano or a Renoir to paint her. A Fidias or a Milo to sculpt her.

I will only say that her sight intoxicated me so much, that I am still drunk of her beauty.



Dream



"I can't go back to that house, ever. I won't. No one can make me, and he's gone. I'm by myself. No surprises there." I didn't realize that I was speaking aloud, until someone behind me said, "Pardon me?" I turned in embarrassed surprise. "Oh, nothing," I replied, and hurried away.

It was a clear day, not a cloud in the sky, pleasantly warm, a small breeze nipping at the budding trees and flowers, at the dresses of little girls and their mothers, out to take the air. I felt a wave of longing for the simpler life I once shared with the man who was no longer here. There were no more tears, only a dry, pitiless anguish raking away at the coals of my heart, stripping it, breaking it anew each time. I walked to the park, and sat on a bench staring out at the river.

I wasn't old, barely forty, but we had been married for nineteen years, when he had left, suddenly without any warning. I woke up, yesterday it seems like, and he was there but absent. No one could wake him. My tears were like so much water off a duck's back. How would I live now, a mother of four, the youngest barely five years old, and still unable to understand that her daddy had gone for good? I had a job, and if things got bad I had a loving family to help me through, but what's a family without him? He had been my whole life so far. Every act was a celebration of our life together. Now, the party was over, the band had gone.

Someone sat beside me. I looked around vacantly. It was an old woman, hands shaking slightly, white head inclined toward the birds she was throwing breadcrumbs to. Could I ever be as content as she seemed? Would I ever not feel this slow, piercing pain squeezing me dry of laughter, of love, of hope? I watched her feed the birds, and knew I needed help. My plan for getting back into life was to go back to work and pull the tattered shreds of my existence close about my ears, hiding from everyone but myself the truth about how I felt. My kids still needed a mother, my parents still needed a daughter, and my siblings still needed a sister. So what if the one person I needed more than all of them was gone? I will survive.

I thought about those feelings I had had when we had first met. He was a very large man, and immensely tall, and as he helped my girlfriend change the tire on her car, I had wondered how to get him to ask me out. I knew I wasn't much to look at, well anyway that's what I thought, but I was educated. I was the only one of all my family to get past high school. Now here I was, a sophomore in college, and ignorant of the ways of the world. 

He looked a lot older than me, but I wasn't a very good judge of age. He drove a station wagon, and he was neatly dressed. His clothes were worn, but clean and pressed. He looked like many of the neighbors I had left behind, honest men working hard to make their families comfortable. We must be meant for each other, I remember thinking. His name was Adam Maxwell, and he made me feel things I had never in all my life felt for another human being. I just came right out and said, "I'd like you to ask me out."

I remember he didn't bat an eye, just smiled a funny, secret smile, and asked me to go to the movies with him on Saturday night. We had a wonderful time, too, because he was such a perfect gentleman, although I could tell he was longing to be otherwise. I remember feeling tickled to discover that I could make a hulking great giant of a man tremble like a baby for want of me. I admit I teased a little, half hoping he would forget himself and give us both what I was asking for. But I also knew I could trust him, because for some reason, he really liked me. Me, Leah Rebecca Ellington. Not my beautiful and diminutive younger sister Elizabeth or my sexy older sister Naomi. He liked me, he wanted to be with me, he bought gifts for me.

He married me, after a long year of courting me on my father's front porch; in the back seat of his station wagon, where we did nothing more harmful than kiss each other senseless; at football games; at the movies; in church. There was nowhere that Adam felt was too sacred for him to tell me he loved me, and wanted to make love to me, and wanted me to have his babies. I felt treasured and loved more deeply than I had ever thought I could feel.

He taught me to love myself, too. I was not too scrawny for him, my hair was just the right shade of red, my eyes were a beautiful green, my skin was a warm honey. I never doubted that he meant every word he said, every compliment he ever paid me. I celebrated life with him. Each of our four babies was born to grand feasts and family reunions; our wedding anniversaries were happy affairs that we celebrated over an entire week; birthdays were always a reason to play and sing and make ourselves merry. Because we worked so hard to be happy, we even enjoyed all the hard times we weathered, like the time he was let go from his job, and I was a new mother with a very sick infant in hospital. Or the fifteen months which followed when we ate a lot of bread and drank a lot of water, and never told our families our troubles, because they had troubles enough of their own.

I was smiling and unaware of it. It must have caught the old lady's attention, for she suddenly piped up, 

"It's a lovely day, isn't it?" 

I smiled back, not wanting to talk, yet needing to. "Yes, beautiful." I felt awkward, not knowing what else to say. She must have sensed my confusion.

"Don't mind me, dear. You seemed a bit lonely, earlier on. I guess you must be feeling better." She smiled encouragingly, and I realized she was offering herself as a patient listener to whatever burden I cared to offload on her. 

"Thank you, I do feel better," I heard myself say, and knew, in surprise, that I did. 

"It always helps to think things through," she continued. "When I was your age, I used to come here often to think things through. I wasn't very popular with women, and I wasn't very comfortable with men. But a clear day and the sight of the river take my mind in other directions when I'm depressed."

How should I answer this strange old soul, who wanted to comfort me, or to be nosy, or both? I could find nothing to say, so I just smiled at her. Presently, I rose to leave.

"Goodbye dear," she said. "You should smile more."

"Goodbye. And thank you," I replied. I wasn't sure what exactly I was thanking her for, but she had pointed out to me that I was feeling better. At home that night, I cast my mind over our short conversation, and suddenly realized that what had lifted my mood was the memories I had been stirring up. As long as I kept the memories alive in my heart, in my mind, Adam would always be with me. A sudden rush of tears overwhelmed me, and I was thankful that I could cry again.

II

"Adam, it's time," I said in a rush, breathing deeply to relieve the pain. My husband looked at me and jumped off the kitchen stool. 

"Okay, now. Lee, remember to breathe. I'll get the bags." He had scurried away before I could tell him he was going the wrong way. We laughed about the huge black-and-blue mark he wore for a few days after his first son, Todd Aaron Maxwell, came shrieking into the world. That boy was the loudest baby I have ever heard, except at night, when for some reason, he never cried. I would know he was awake because he would squirm, kick, and fret. Our bed was small enough that if a feather touched it I would be awake.

Todd always made me laugh. No matter how horrible the thing he had just done, I usually had to fight to keep from laughing aloud in front of him. It was his way of standing there, caught red-handed, with a puzzled look on his face, as if to say, "Now how did I get caught?" Or his guilt-ridden face, coupled with the most innocent of tones. Or that lower lip drooping lower and lower as he clearly envisioned in his little head the severe punishment he was about to receive. He was always a thinker, was Todd, and as the family grew, he became increasingly introverted, until by the time Chloe was born, he was practically a twelve-year-old recluse.

I was aware that my child had always withheld a part of himself from all of us, and I could not understand why. I realized as I prepared dinner, that I have always been a little bit hurt by that. Why would he shut out his own mother? What was he hiding? He was only seventeen, when he first decided he was going away to college, although the local college was highly rated nationally. I knew he wanted to get away. That was how I had felt, too, only I had a real reason. Nobody really cared whether I went or stayed. Nobody missed me when I was away. I was so tired of being ignored, taken for granted, teased and even insulted by my sisters, while my parents did nothing, that I chose to go as far away from home as I could.

I remember brandishing my independent status before my sisters' envious eyes, and I remember taunting them that their beauty got them babies before they were married, for boys who cared nothing for them. I remember laughing in their faces as I told them about Adam. I remember how their jaws dropped in shock when I brought my handsome lover home for the first time. How could I, the invisible child, the tall, skinny one, with no hips, no breasts, no backside, have managed to get hold of such a hunk? I remember how they each tried to steal him away from me, and how each time he would find me where I was hiding and show me in his kisses, and tell me with his eyes and his voice that I was the only girl he wanted to kiss, to hug, to nibble on, to be with, for the rest of his life.

My breath caught in my throat. The rest of his life. My beloved was gone, for the rest of my life. My children were all gathered round me when I opened my eyes next.

"What happened?" I asked.

"You passed out, Mom," said my second child, David. His face was concerned and a little frightened. I hastened to reassure them all that I was fine, just a little tired. Nevertheless, I was banned from the kitchen for the rest of the evening. Ruth, my youngest, came to sit on my knee, and she looked into my face with sad eyes. She studied each feature, as though she were committing them to memory. Finally, she laid her head on my breast and fell asleep.

I realized with a pang of guilt that I had completely ignored this poor child for almost a week. Adam's funeral had been a week ago. He had been gone for almost a month.... I had not exchanged loving words with my baby for so long, I felt like I was out of practice. I sat next to her at dinner, giving my place to Todd. No one sat in Adam's seat. Afterwards, as the other children cleaned up, I gave her a bubble bath, brushed her short red hair, read her a story, repeated her favorite poem with her, said prayers with her and tucked her in with a goodnight kiss.

"Mommy, what happened to Daddy?" Ruth asked as I reached the door. I knew she wanted to hear that he died in his sleep, that he felt no pain. I said the words mechanically, my heart falling like a stone as each word came out. She sat up in bed, stared at me, big tears in her green eyes, and wondered, "Why?" I went to sit beside her on the bed, and together we cried our eyes dry, and then she fell asleep. I laid her gently back on the pillows, and silently left the room.

The house was quiet now, and the only one who still seemed to be about was Todd. Chloe was reading in her room, David was lying on his bed staring at the ceiling. Only Todd remained in the kitchen, putting things away, and clearly waiting for me.

"Mom, I got accepted by the college I want to go to." Todd stopped abruptly, as though unsure of my response. I knew he wanted to leave, and I guess I couldn't blame him. But didn't he see that I needed him now more than ever? If he left, there wouldn't be a man in the house! I struggled with my fear and anger, and finally said,

"I know you want to go away to college, dear boy, but couldn't you go to school here for awhile, and then transfer?" 

I saw him struggle with himself, saw the pain and frustration, as well as the fear and hurt, slide over his features before he schooled them into giving nothing more away. "This college doesn't offer the specialty area I'm interested in. I'd be wasting my time to go there. You said so yourself, you and Dad..." His voice trailed off, and he looked away hastily, guiltily. "Sorry," he mumbled, hoping I did not see the tears he was trying to hide. My heart hurt for my firstborn, and I could think of nothing to say or do to make him feel better. He finished putting the pots and pans away, and turned again to face me.

"I've been offered a full scholarship. I have the letter upstairs." His voice was dead, and a part of me thought how cruel life is to bring us joyful news that we could not celebrate. I realized as he returned with the letter from the college that I could not stand in his way. I loved him more than he knew, and though I didn't understand him, I'd stand by him, as his father would have done, as he would have wanted me to. I promised myself to be ready for the day when he would trust me enough to unburden himself, and I prayed for the wisdom to help him when he did.

"When are you leaving?" I asked, bowing to the inevitable.

"Not before the end of summer. I want to work a little bit, make some pocket money, and help you..." His voice died away again. 

III

I awoke with a start. I was sweating, though the fan was on high. I had been dreaming again. Oh, Adam, Adam, what did we miss? How could we not know you were ill? The dream filled my head again, and I sprang from the bed. Maybe a cup of hot cocoa would help. In the kitchen, I tried to dispel the image of my late husband, but his face was on the refrigerator, on the windowsill, in the hot liquid I was sipping. I took it back with me to my bed, now cold, rumpled, and lonely. I lay back against the pillows, and I am back on the lawn facing my dormitory in college. Adam's head is in my lap, his eyes laughing at something I said. He pulls me down for a quick kiss. I can still feel the passion that he is barely able to control. Now, we are in the hotel room. It is our wedding night. We have been sent off to consummate our marriage by a laughing, happy crowd of well wishers.

The sky is full of stars, and Adam sits with me next to the window looking out at them. We talk of counting them, and laughingly try, then lapse into silence before the beauty of the night. Then he touches my lips with trembling fingers, and turns my face to his.

"I love you, Mrs. Maxwell," he whispers. "I love you." Our first kiss in private, since this day began. A long, slow, building kiss, rousing emotions we had been so careful to keep in check for a whole year. I let him undress me, and he watches my face as I undress him. We stand facing each other naked, embarrassed, and exhilarated. He sees what I look like without the screen of clothing. I wonder what he thinks of my bony thighs, my flat chest, and my tiny waist. I am lost in the beauty of his tall, hard body. He reaches for me, and we fall into each other's arms.

"I love you, Mrs. Maxwell," he says again. "For the rest of my life. Only you."

... My tears are flowing freely now, and I cannot stop them. We made love for the first time by moonlight. He was gentle with me, and I responded to every lead he gave. I never knew I could feel the physical pleasure I had every time we made love. My skin was on fire for days afterwards, every time he touched me, or looked at me. I felt that fire again, only this time I had no way to quench it. My lover was gone.

"Mom?" Todd's voice startled me. He came and sat on the edge of my bed, and held me until I could speak. "If you really want me to, I'll stay until you feel better," he said, when I blew my nose. I looked at my eldest son, and for the first time noticed how remarkably like his father he was -- in build, in features, in personality. For a moment, he was Adam. 

"Oh, dear boy, I want you to stay with me, but I know you must go. I would never do anything to stop you from advancing. I shall miss you, dear boy, but I shall never stop loving you. Now off you go to bed. I'll be alright." I forced a hearty tone into my voice, and followed him back to his room. 

"Goodnight, Mom," he said, and kissed me on the cheek.

I knew that sleep was gone now, so I fetched a book from the shelf and settled against the pillows to read. Maybe I could distract myself with a good book. I did not know when I fell asleep again. The smell of bacon and eggs woke me up. I swung my legs groggily over the side of the bed, and stumbled into the kitchen. Naomi was standing over the stove, an apron on, counting pancakes.

"What are you doing?" I asked hoarsely.

"What does it look like? I'm making breakfast." She turned to look at me and raised her eyebrows. "You look a fright. Didn't sleep much last night, did you?" She walked over to where I had sat down and said, "Why don't you come for a visit? You really shouldn't be on your own just now, Leah!" 

"Who'd look after my children?" 

"You know Elizabeth would be happy to come and stay for a few weeks. Look at yourself. You're back to being skin and bones again. You're wasting away, Leah. Adam wouldn't have wanted that." She knew that if she called upon Adam as her authority I would not argue. Naomi had been the first to make her peace with me, right after the wedding, and we now accepted each other's quirky ways. Elizabeth had held out longer, and even now, though she was clearly devoted to her nieces and nephews, she was cautious in her relations with me. 

I was really tempted to accept Naomi's invitation. She lived on a farm with her husband and children, and would be glad for my company. But I couldn't leave Ruth alone just yet. It was too soon, and she was not ready to be on her own without her mother. I opened my mouth to say all this to Naomi, when Ruth walked in and greeted her aunt happily.

"Auntie Nomi, Auntie Nomi, when did you come?" She opened her arms and was gathered into my sister's comforting embrace.

"Hello, poppet. I came this morning. Mommy must have forgotten to tell you." She kissed her niece soundly, and put her down. "Ready for breakfast?"

Breakfast was the happiest it had been in a month, with laughter at the table, and lots of food, and a relaxed feeling. The pain of the night seemed far away for me, and I watched my children as they responded to Naomi's hearty good sense. They did not flinch when she said, 

"Would you children object if your mother came, by herself, to spend a little time in the country with me? She's worried about you, and doesn't want to come."

My children all looked at each other, then, as if they had previously discussed and chosen him to speak, Todd said, "I don't think we'd mind too much, right guys?"

The others nodded their heads vigorously. I looked at Ruth. "What about you, baby? Do you mind if Mommy goes without you?"

Ruth thought for a minute. "Who's going to stay with us?"

"Auntie Lisa," was Naomi's quick reply.

"Okay, Mommy. How long are you going away for?"

"Only a little while, maybe two weeks," I said, before Naomi could take me away for a month. And before I knew it, I was in the country, sitting by the river, watching the fishermen and pleasure seekers glide by. 

IV

Adam had loved being in and around water. If we had had money, he would have bought a boat. I could not swim, and he always laughed at me when we went to the beach. I usually did no more than wade, up to my knees, sometimes up to my waist, never further than where my feet could touch ground. If I could not walk, I was in too deep. He would swim around me and make believe he was going to dunk me. I would squeal like a stuck pig, and "run" back to the safety of the shore. More than once he caught me, slid his body up mine, and stole a kiss. Sometimes we'd stay locked together, wet bodies hardening with passion, and molded together revealingly, until he'd break the spell with a whispered promise: "Later!"




Dream



On one occasion, I was very largely pregnant with our second child. We were vacationing for a week, and the sea, as always, beckoned us. My bathing suit was covered with an oversized T-shirt, and my wading went no further than knee deep. I had just settled down into the water, half squatting, half-kneeling, when a hand slid up my leg.

"Adam!" I gasped in surprise. "What are you doing? Are you crazy? People can see us!"

He laughed at my modest protests, took me into his arms, and whispered, "I'm just enjoying my wife. Did you know she's beautiful?" He lowered his head and I gave him my mouth. The kiss was warm, seductive, guaranteed to raise my blood pressure. "Adam, not here. Not now," I begged. 

"Ready to go in?" he asked, and lifted me into his arms. Without waiting for my reply, he took me back to our room. "Nobody's watching now," he said mischievously, and started a slow seduction that began with him stripping off my wet clothing, and ended with us tangled in each other's arms. I remember wondering and even marveling that he could still find me seductive despite my large belly. And I remember being so completely contented in my ability to hold a human heart in my hands.

"Leah," a voice said, "it's dinner time." I looked up to see George, Naomi's husband smiling down at me. "You really like it down here, don't you?" he asked.

I smiled at him in return. "Yes, it's very soothing to me." We walked back up the steep path together to the house, where a stranger was standing on the front porch with Naomi. "Who's he?" I asked George.

"Our next door neighbor. He's not a farmer though. He leaves that to his manager. He inherited the place, but only uses it for recreation himself. He lives in the city."

We reached the house, walking up the short path from the gate to its wide wraparound porch, its swing seat, its flowering plants nestled here and there. The smell of good food wafted out to us as greetings were exchanged. His name was Joshua Blackwood. Over dinner, he told us about his fiancee. I envied him. He had somebody to love, somebody physical to touch, to kiss, to hug and squeeze. Someone to buy gifts for, to eat breakfast with, to dance with. I had no one. I felt the depth of my loneliness creep back into the newly warmed spaces of my soul. He must have noticed me grow silent, because he stopped speaking suddenly, looked at me and asked, "Are you feeling all right?"

I was instantly at attention, embarrassed at having allowed myself to show my pain in public, and at having brought a damper on the meal. "Yes, I'm fine," I responded hastily, hoping he would go back to his talk, and I could quietly excuse myself from the table and leave.

"Leah's just lost her husband," I heard Naomi saying. I was mortified. I wanted no sympathy from anyone. I was big enough to handle this on my own. And why tell my affairs to a stranger? I was becoming angry as well, and I opened my mouth to say so when Joshua spoke again.

"Don't be angry with Naomi," he surprised me by saying. "I see she forgot to mention that I am a minister." My surprise was complete. "I'll be here for a few days if you need an ear." His offer made, he offered me bread and went back to his meal.

Later, as he said goodbye, he repeated his invitation, and added, "I know you would probably rather not talk, but I also know it will relieve your pain. Loss is hard for us to deal with, because we take it so personally. Whenever you're ready, call."  

...Adam was standing over me, smiling down at me as he held baby Chloe in his hands. She was asleep, and he was beaming from ear to ear. The nurse came to take her from him, and he gave her up reluctantly. She was our first girl, and labor had been long and difficult. He thought I was going to die at one time, because she was a breech birth. Now joy and pleasure replaced the fear on his face. He sat next to me on the bed, and whispered words of love into my ear. He knew I was only half awake, but he wanted to be sure to tell me again that I was the best thing that ever happened to him, that I was his whole life, that he loved me, that nobody could ever take my place. He feathered my face and neck with light kisses until I fell asleep.

I was crying again, this time angry that he could still torture me with the want of him when he was gone for good. Why did I have to be left alone? He was feeling nothing where he was, while I was suffering the pain of his loss and all that that meant. I stopped in the middle of all my tears to acknowledge that our relationship had been intensely physical from the day of our marriage, and that what I seemed to be missing most was the great sex we had had, the lust that always hung between us, waiting for us to fly away upon its wings. Now shame and guilt mixed in with my feelings of loneliness. He had been more than a sexual partner, but that was all I could think about. Had I really loved him or just his luscious body?

I got out of bed, and walked down the long hallway to the stairs and out onto the wide front porch. It was a still night, the silence only emphasized by the lonely chirping of crickets nearby. A small, warm wind bustled around the flowers in the garden, danced around the treetops, nestled in the dark hollow of shadows cast by trees and house and hedges. I sat in the swing chair and pushed gently against the floor, setting the swing in motion. The movement was soothing, reminding me of how I felt in the calm waters of the sea.

I was only dimly aware of the stars above me in the firmament, or of the moon in its first quarter, or of the lights of houses blinking in the distance. The darkness I knew well, and was conscious of the rhythms of the dark spaces around me, rhythms that were absent from the dark spaces inside me. Nevertheless, I felt comforted by the darkness. I could hide my guilt and shame in its enfolding and invisible shades. I fantasized that my grief was spread out around me like a blanket, and that the darkness was obscuring it so successfully that it seemed almost not to exist. If I could stay in the darkness, I would be able to roll my pain in it and keep away from my conscious mind.

Running away seemed such an inviting prospect that for a few minutes I thought of going back into the house, collecting my things, and leaving this familiar place for a place where no one would know me, where it is always dark, where I can hide from my pain. Finally, I stayed where I was, when I realized the effort it would take to run away would somehow prolong the agony, and maybe even worsen it. Better to learn from the dark how to conceal, then practice the skill in the light of day. I stared around me at the deepening night, and drifted into sleep.

I woke up to find myself standing, arms raised in self-defense, breathing heavily. I had had a nightmare, where I was being chased by a horrible beast, which had injured me with its iron claws as I ran from it. It had backed me into a corner and was about to strike again when I awoke, hopelessly trying to defend myself from its attack. I collapsed into the swing again, and looked around me fearfully, half expecting something, I knew not what, to jump out at me from the shadows, which were now considerably lighter. It was almost daybreak.

I slipped back into the house, and went into the kitchen. The clock over the stove said it was five-thirty. I switched on the stove light, and took a cup from the dish drainer. Warm milk sounded good to me, especially since I suddenly decided that I was going to spend the day in bed. I felt unable to face the outside, it seemed so fearfully unfamiliar. I went to the refrigerator, and poured milk into a small pan. While I waited for it to warm up, I looked around me. The room was large, with plenty of room for running, and dancing and spinning, if the mood took hold. And I was running around the center island with Adam in hot pursuit, giggling as I tried to keep away from him. The gleam in his eyes told me I was not long for freedom, and I turned suddenly, deciding that surrender was preferable to capture. 

He spun me around and we laughed giddily. His mouth descended, and I stayed perfectly still. When he touched me, I felt hot tears well up in my eyes. I opened them to find that the milk was boiling over onto the stovetop. I got up hastily, and went to clean up the mess I had made. The tears flowed like water from a tap, as I cleaned up, and poured the rest of the milk into a cup. I poured in some chocolate syrup, and stirred, watching the brown liquid go round and round in the cup, fancifully thinking it told the story of my life without Adam. The image blurred, and I dashed away fresh tears, sipping hot milk and sniffling. 

Footsteps told me I was not to be alone longer, so I hastily wiped my eyes, and kept my head lowered to hide red eyes and a wet nose. George's voice broke the silence. "You're up early, Lee. Are you all right?" His voice held concern, and I hastened to reassure him.

"I'm fine, George, I'm fine! I didn't sleep well, that's all," I added, by way of explaining hot milk in the morning. "I think I'll head back to bed, now. I'm going to try for a sleep in."

George went about making coffee, and the smell of fresh beans was somehow the saddest thing to happen to me in a long time. I rushed out of the kitchen, up the stairs to my room, almost knocking Naomi off her feet as I went. She was right behind me, and as I sat on the bed, she sat next to me.

"Lee, I wish you'd talk to me, or to somebody. You haven't said anything to anyone since you've been here. It's been four days! And I hate to see you pining away, and dying inside like this!" 

My sister's voice was cracked with feeling, and she gripped my shoulders tightly as she spoke. I turned to look at her.

"There's nothing to say, Naomi. I can't explain how I'm feeling, and I don't think talking about it will help. And anyway, why should I depress everyone else? It's not as though I'm the only one who's ever lost a husband!" I was trying to sound light and airy, and I was not fooling anyone, least of all my sister. She hugged me wordlessly, and cried with me as I let out all the pain I had been bottling up inside me for days. I couldn't seem to stop, and she didn't try to make me. 

I do not know how long we sat there, in each other's arms, but eventually, there seemed to be no more tears. I was spent, for the moment. I broke the silence first.

"I think I'd like to stay in today. I didn't sleep well last night, and I'm feeling a little tired. I can't believe how exhausted I feel these days. How would I feel if I was still at work? How am I going to feel when I go back?"

"Don't worry about any of that now. You're here to rest. If you need to stay in, go right ahead. Gee and I have to go into town for a while, but you'll be fine, here. Joshua said he'd pass by later, if you're up to a visitor. If not, he'll go, "she added hastily, when she saw the face I made.

V

Todd walked slowly over to me with the young girl next to him, and I watched my son with pride. He was so tall, so handsome, so like his father, and she was so diminutive and petite, that he seemed to tower over her. She was a pretty girl, with very dark skin, and deep dimples. Adam shook her hand gravely, and she stood before me shyly, anxiety plain in her face. 

"Hello, Wanda," I said. "Sit next to me." Wanda sat down on the edge of the sofa next to me, and Todd went to get her a drink. Adam had been very gentle with her, because her English was still not strong, and I watched as she flowered under his attention. He asked her about her home, about her family, about herself. By the time she was ready to leave, she had completely relaxed, and laughed merrily at everything anyone said to her. 

He always seemed to have a way with women, and a part of me was always a little wary of them. What if someone stole him away from me? How would I live? Wanda was a welcome respite from the worry that nagged at me. She was twelve, Todd thirteen, and they were going to the junior high school dance together. When Adam came back from taking them to the school hall, he laughed at the way she sat on the edge of the sofa. "Like a frightened kitten, ready to jump off," he said.

"You have that effect on people," I said laughingly, "especially women." 

"Is that the effect I have on you, Mrs. Maxwell?" Adam asked innocently, his eyes gleaming at me. I smiled.

"Me? I'm wise to you, and I've learned how to defend myself," I replied. "You'll find no easy target here, mister!" I giggled at him, and stood up. He was right in front of me, blocking my path. 

"What's your hurry? I was just beginning to enjoy the conversation!" His arms sneaked around me.

"I have work to do, Adam. I don't have time to play with you!" I wriggled a little. "The baby will be awake soon, and I have to get a bottle ready for her." I tried to step around him, but he stepped sideways to block me again.

"Ruth will be asleep for a while longer. What shall we do till then?" he wondered aloud. His face was a study in smugness, and I tried halfheartedly to escape from his ever-tightening grip. He bent his head and lightly touched my lips with his. I shuddered, and he pressed harder. I trembled and would have fallen if he hadn't been holding me. He touched his tongue to my lips, and I opened them. 

Suddenly he was breathing heavily, and his hands were trying to find a way under my blouse. "Lee," he breathed into my mouth, "it's been so long! Let's go upstairs." He swung me up into his arms, and before I knew it, we were on our bed, naked and in each other's arms. "Honey," he said between drugging kisses, "I want you so badly, and I can't seem to get enough of you." He nibbled at my nipples, and smiled when I moaned softly.

The tears on my pillow woke me this time, and I sat up in bed, looking around me in confusion. Where was Adam? The bed was empty, and I realized that I had been dreaming again. That was the time in our lives when we were away from each other for weeks at a time because of his job, and whenever he came home, it was as though we had been apart for a lifetime. The lovemaking was always better than usual, and the intensity of feeling kept us in bed as often as we dared. We'd been married for fifteen years, and still we felt like newlyweds. Our mutual desire was always a felt presence between us, and I was happy to be there when he came home, to plumb the depth of our passion for each other.

I lay on the bed curled in a ball, weeping quietly. I thought I heard a car drive up, but I was past caring. A door opened, and still I did not move. Voices drifted up the stairwell, and I knew my sister and her husband had come back. I covered my head with the sheet, still curled up, and prayed that she would leave me alone. The door opened, then closed quietly. I wiped my eyes, and relaxed.

"I'm sorry, baby. I didn't mean to hurt you," Adam whispered into my ear. I lay with my back to him, stiff, unbending, unforgiving. A few words of apology were not going to do it. He put his hands on my shoulder, and I shrugged them off. I got out of bed, and walked out of the room. He did not follow.

I slammed a mug onto the counter top, and heated water in the kettle. As I made some tea, I thought about why we were quarreling. He had been away for three weeks after he had said he would be home for two. It was summer time, and the kids were out of school. Adam had promised to take two weeks vacation and we were to go away for a long overdue holiday. Then, he had come home with the news that he was being offered overtime pay to work the next three weeks. We were always in need of extra cash, and ever since Todd turned thirteen, Adam had begun to work extra time to save money for his college tuition. 

Today was our sixteenth wedding anniversary, and he had only managed to make it back home that afternoon. We were supposed to have been celebrating this day all week long, as we did every year. But Adam had decided that money was more important than our special time together, and although I knew why he had done it, I was still furious with him for leaving us, leaving me.

The tea was insipid when I drank it, and cookies did not help. I was so angry I could hardly swallow, and I was even angrier that he did not come after me to try to make up. I looked at the clock. Two o'clock. The house was quiet. All the children were asleep, and I did not know what Adam was doing. I wanted him to come down and beg for my forgiveness, so that we could get back to where we were happy and contented with each other. It's not that I didn't care about money, but I felt the children could pay their way through college, just as I and Adam had done, and anyway, our time together as a family, as a couple, was far more important to me than anything.

I thought about the pineapple icebox pudding I had painstakingly made for this anniversary dinner. I thought of the invitations I had had my friend make for me, and that I had not sent out because I knew there would be no party this year. I thought of the sexy black dress I had bought, and the lingerie for afterwards, that were all still where I'd left them when I brought them home from the store. I thought of all the time I had wasted, and he thought he could appease me with an apology! 

Finally, I went into the living room, and curled up on the sofa. I'd sleep there tonight. I switched on the television, but nothing interesting was happening, so I switched it off again, and lay my head on my hands, and closed my eyes. I awoke to someone shaking me lightly, and I gazed through blurred eyes at Todd, looking down at me in a puzzled sort of way. I got up hastily.

"What time is it?" I asked.

"Six o'clock," he answered. "Are you okay, mom?"

"Yes, dear, I'm fine. Go back to bed," I continued, "it's not time to get up yet."

He went back up the stairs, still looking bewildered.

I couldn't go back to bed now, so I went back into the kitchen and made a batch of pancakes. I also made coffee, juice, toast, and sausages, before it occurred to me that no one in my house ate breakfast before nine o'clock during the summer. Everything would have to be warmed up again. I felt a little foolish when, at seven-thirty, with breakfast fully made, the house was as quiet as the grave. I switched off the coffee maker, and went upstairs.

To avoid Adam, I went into the bathroom and decided to wash my hair, again, and shower. The water was refreshingly warm to my skin, and I stood with my face under it, letting it beat me, fancifully thinking it was smoothing out the fine lines around the corners of my mouth and eyes. I didn't hear the door open, but I felt a cold draft of air whoosh past me, and opened startled eyes. Adam was standing behind me, his face serious, his mouth full and succulent, and I felt such a burning desire for him that in that instant he could have done anything he wanted to with me.

"Lee, "he said, "I'm sorry for making you angry. I can't bear it when you stay away from me. Can we talk about this, please?" His eyes pleaded with me, and his hands held my shoulders.

"Adam..." I was struggling to get the words out, caught as I was between anger and desire, "I'm really angry with you. We can't just pretend that nothing has happened." I stamped my foot in frustration. "Why did you have to ask me in here? I can't get away from you in here, and I'm not sure I want to. How can I be mad at you and want you at the same time?"

"Do you love me, Lee?" he asked quietly. He dropped his arms to his side.

"You know I do. What's that got to do with anything?"

"Do you believe I still love you?" His voice was still quiet. His eyes searched my face.

"Yes," I said. "But..."

"Happy sixteenth anniversary, honey! Come here," he breathed, and pulled me to him. I thought he was going to kiss me, and I wasn't ready to have my mind clouded over by lust just yet. But he had other things in mind. He reached for the wash rag and soaped me from head to toe. He spun me around to rinse me off, raising my arms, opening my legs. Out of the shower, he patted me dry with the large yellow towel, and wrapped me in it. In our bedroom, he loosened my hair, and brushed it, dusted powder over me, spritzed me with perfume, and dressed me in the fancy black underwear he had brought home for me. 




Dream



"Where's the dress you bought?" he asked. I went to get it, and he waited patiently as I put it on. He closed the zipper, then piled my hair on top of my head with a pretty comb he had also bought for me. 

"Shoes?" he continued. I got them, and he made me sit down so he could put them on for me. Then he looked up at me, kneeling before me with tousled hair and powder on his nose, and said, finally,

"I'm sorry, baby. I didn't mean to hurt you, you know that!"

I gazed at the face of my beloved, and held it in my hands. He was warm, and damp, and I loved him so much, my heart melted. Whatever I had expected from Adam, it had not been this. I couldn't resist the overwhelming urge to touch his lips with my tongue, to tickle his earlobes, to kiss his cheeks and then his lips. I wanted to have him now, but he resisted.

"Does this mean I'm forgiven?" he asked teasingly. 

"Forgiven? For what?" I asked in return, pushing his damp shirt off his shoulders. "Adam..." I continued urgently, "please..."

"Honey, it's breakfast time! We've got to feed the children." He was still playing with me, and I was growing impatient. 

"Breakfast is made. All they have to do is warm it up. Todd can do that."

Adam rose from his knees and pushed me over onto the bed. He lay on top of me, and neither of us cared a whit for the expensive dress he was crumpling. He pushed his face into my bosom, and breathed in the scent of powder, perfume, and soap. He raised himself, pressing his warm hard length between my thighs, and crushed my mouth beneath his own, working me into a frenzy of longing and desire that I could not contain.

"Adam, please," I begged him. He smiled, and kissed me some more. I thought I would go quietly insane, for want of him, and still he kept me waiting.... The door opened, and we sprang up.

VI

"Leah, you can't stay all day in bed. You've got to get up for dinner, at least!"

Naomi's voice was an unwelcome intrusion into the drugging world of pleasure I had been about to enter with Adam. And he was not here. I was alone in the bed; she had only disturbed my dream, not our lovemaking.

"Why don't you knock before you come in?" I hissed at her. "Did I ask you to come in? Did I tell you you could?" I glared at her angrily, and watched the frustration and disbelief flit across her features.

"Now you listen to me. I didn't bring you down here so that you could be depressed here. You can do that just as well at home. You're supposed to be trying to come to grips with this, not hide away from the world and drown yourself in sorrow! You have four children to think of, and if you keep on like this, they will miss some important healing time. You can't just grieve for you. He belonged to them, too. If you keep shutting them out, none of you will ever heal!" 

Naomi's face was red with the energy of her emotions, and I looked at her for the first time, it seemed. She really did care about my children and me, and I had been resisting all her efforts to help me. She was right, of course. We were not children anymore, and she was trying to help me. And my children did need me to be part of their grieving. I rolled off the bed.

"Sorry, Naomi. It's just that I miss him so much!" A tear slipped out from between my closed lids, and she hugged me.

"You're supposed to. You were married to him for almost half your life. And you had a good life together. You've got to accept that that will never leave you. But you're still young, and you're still here, and your children need you. I'm not asking you to pretend that everything is okay. Just let us in, so we can be with you to help you heal."

I nodded, and she waited for me as I dressed. We went downstairs together after I had washed my face and brushed my hair. Joshua Blackwood was there again, and I decided, on an impulse, that I would talk to him after dinner. Maybe I did need to let someone else share what I was feeling. Maybe he could show me what to do to cope, to live without my heart. He smiled at me as I approached, and then I saw the young woman who stood next to him. She was as tall as I, but round and pretty. Her brown eyes smiled at me as we were introduced, and she sat next to me at the dinner table. Her name was Isabel.

"How are you today?" Joshua asked as we sat down. His eyes held concern.

"Not very happy, I'm afraid. But I'll manage," I replied. "I need help, though." I looked at him meaningfully, and he smiled, seeming to understand my intention. 

"Whenever you need to talk, my dear. And Belle will be only too happy to help you too. She lost a husband a few years ago herself," he surprised me by adding. 

I looked at his fiancee, and she seemed so calm and sure of herself, that I wondered how she could manage it. She smiled slowly at me, and said, in answer to my unspoken question, "It was very hard for me too, because he died so soon after we were married. I felt like I had been cheated, had had my whole life stolen from me. It took me a long time to learn to live without him. Then I met Josh, and it became easier." She looked lovingly at Joshua who smiled tenderly at her. The love between them was so palpable, I could feel it enveloping all of us in the room. 

We ate in silence for a while, at ease with each other, enjoying the good meal that Naomi had prepared. She was blushing at a compliment from Joshua about the potency of her punch, looking at her husband who returned her gaze with pride, when Isabel said,

"Simon made a wicked punch. I remember the first time he made me a complete meal. We had only been married a week, and he wanted to show me that he could fend for himself. We had lamb stew, potato balls, asparagus tips, salad, and the most deliciously refreshing punch I'd ever had. I was floored. I think he was a better cook than I am." 

I stared open mouthed at her as she spoke, wondering how she could speak of her dead husband with such ease. It was clear she had loved him, and was proud of him, and she was not hiding those feelings. She saw my look, and smiled at me again. "It helps to talk about your memories. That makes the loved one real to you and to those who want to help you. And it makes him stay with you in a good way. It lifts your spirits."

Everyone looked at me expectantly, and I struggled to find something to tell about the man I loved. I blushed at the thoughts that came first to mind, and hoped no one noticed. But Isabel had sharp eyes, and she whispered to me, 

"Those memories are the best kind, aren't they? Even if we can't share them!" 

I laughed aloud for the first time in a month, surprising everyone at the table except Isabel, who was laughing with me.

"I'll share some of mine with you sometime," I promised her. "They're really hot."

"I've shared a few with Joshua. It took a while, but it was incredibly healing for me. He knows I love him, though, and I don't think he feels threatened, do you love?" she asked, looking at him with love in her eyes.

"I've learned not to feel threatened," was his honest reply. "I've learned that you love me, and that I should make the most of it." 

He seemed to be telling her something the rest of us could not enter into, something only he and she could understand. And she appeared to understand perfectly, for I noticed that she seemed to relax, though I had not been aware that she was tense until that moment. I was beginning to think I might find in her a friend, and I determined that I would pursue that notion. It would certainly take my mind off my situation, and it might even give me the push I needed to get on with my life.

After dinner, Isabel and I went out onto the porch and sat together in the swing chair. I immediately began to tell her things I would not have thought I could tell anyone. 

"I seem to remember our lovemaking more than anything else. I feel guilty that all I can seem to remember of him is how good he was in bed, how he made me feel, how much I lusted after him. And those thoughts only make me want him now so much, and when I remember that I can't have him ever again, I get very angry with him, and then I feel guilty for being angry with the dead. I'm so confused!

Isabel listened to me patiently, and watched me closely. She did not respond immediately, and I began to wonder if she had heard me. When she spoke, she shocked me even more than she had before.

"I will always remember, to my dying day, the last time we made love. I was angry with him for something, I don't remember what anymore, and had stormed out of the apartment. I went shopping, buying all kinds of things that I didn't need, partly to relieve my feelings, and partly to make him mad. When I got home, he wasn't there. You can imagine how that made me feel!" She chuckled softly as she remembered. "I put away the things I had bought, and decided that I was not going to make dinner. If he was hungry when he came home, he could fix himself something to eat! I took the gallon of ice cream from the freezer, and sat in front of the TV. Before I knew it, I had eaten a half of it!"

"Half a gallon! You must have been really mad!" I couldn't help exclaiming.

"Believe me, when I get mad, I stay mad! Not one of my better points, I know. Anyway, I felt bad, so I put the rest back in the freezer, and decided I would call it a night. I went up, had a shower, and went to bed in the guest bedroom. I heard when he came home, and ignored him. He went around the apartment looking for me, or so I thought, and I kept as quiet as I could. He didn't come into the guest room, though, and I thought that was strange. Then, I guess I must have dozed off. When I woke up it was quiet. I got up to go to the bathroom, and saw every door in the apartment open. That was also odd, since we kept all the doors closed. 

"I still didn't suspect anything was wrong, till I passed by my bedroom and saw Simon, all tied up and gagged on the loveseat by the window. I was so frightened I almost wet myself. We'd been burglarized. Apparently they had waited for him to open the door and than had forced him inside. The footsteps I had heard 'searching for me' were actually their footsteps searching the apartment and taking everything they could carry with them. 

"Suffice it to say, that after the cops had been and gone, I was more upset than I had ever been, and more embarrassed, and more frightened. I forgot about being angry with him. We stayed up all night, jumping at every sound, nervous as kittens. He couldn't go to work the next day, and neither could I. We both called in sick, and managed a little sleep. But we knew we still needed to apologize to each other for the bad feelings that we both thought were the reason we had been robbed. If we had stopped the arguing, neither of us would have left the apartment, and this wouldn't have happened."

She took a deep breath. It was clear the memory was bittersweet. I waited patiently.

"I didn't know how to say I was sorry, though I thought about it all that day. Simon was more quiet than usual, and the tension between us grew. By dinnertime, we were as skittish as we had been the night before. We could hardly eat, though he had cooked us a delicious soup. I washed up, then decided that I would just come right out and say I was sorry, rather than try to find a fancy way of doing it. He was standing by the stove, arms folded, watching me wash up, and I hadn't realized until I turned to face him that his mood had changed. I looked into his face, but before I could say a word, he said, 'Shh! I know. I'm sorry, too, honey. I love you very much!' 

"He hugged me tight, and I relaxed, hugging him hard. I told him I loved him too, and how scared I was that they had hurt him, and that I wouldn't want anything to hurt him. I cried on his shoulders, and he kissed my tears away, soothing me like he would a baby. Only after I had calmed down did I recognize that his arms weren't just holding me. He was caressing my back, my arms, my bottom, and when I moved to look into his face again, he kissed me. It was meant to be a seductive kiss. He was deliberately arousing me, nibbling my ears, my neck, my throat, squeezing my nipples, pushing himself up against me. He told me he had been wanting to make love to me since the night before, when I had found him all tied up. He told me how he had stopped himself from grabbing me a hundred times that day, as I was combing my hair, as I was making breakfast, as I was washing up. 

"I'll never forget what he said: 'I find you so incredibly sexy right now, I feel like I could eat you, Belle. I love you more than I thought I could love someone, and I want you now. I want to feel you, taste you, smell you. I want to make love to you. Don't make me wait any longer, please!' That was the best apology I'd ever had, and he wouldn't let me say anything except yes. So I did.

"He stripped me right there, in the kitchen. We started on a chair, but he couldn't seem to get enough of me, so we went into the living room and he pushed me onto the carpet and took me again. I had never had more than one orgasm with him at a time, but every time he took me, I climaxed all over again. I thought my heart would burst. It was so good! We must have made love for hours! We fell asleep on the carpet in the living room, and woke up barely in time to shower and change for work."

Her voice grew softer still, and I sensed a change in her.

"He was killed in a car crash that morning. A truck ran a red light and smashed into him. He died instantly." Her voice subsided, and stilled. I didn't realize that I was crying until she said, "Oh, Leah, I didn't mean to upset you! I'm sorry!" She sounded distressed as she offered me a tissue for my face. She didn't seem to notice that she was crying, too.

"Oh my God, what did you do?" I was appalled.

"What could I do? I didn't hear until I got to work. I took the train most days, only when I got there that morning the office was strangely quiet. Everyone looked at me strangely, no one said anything, and then as I was about to sit at my desk, my boss came out and asked me to step into her office." She paused, clearly reliving the moment.

"She didn't seem to know how to tell me, so she just blurted it out. Simon had been killed in an accident. I think I fainted. When I came to it seemed like everyone was hovering over me. They were so good to me, and so caring. I was numb for weeks. I went to identify the body at the morgue, I moved back in with my parents, I went to his funeral, and only when they were sprinkling soil onto his coffin in the grave did I realize, I think, for the first time, that it wasn't a dream, that I was awake, that he was never coming home to me. That feeling has never fully left me, except when I'm with Joshua."

"How long were you married to him?" I asked.

"A year and two months," she replied promptly. "And you?"

"Nineteen years," I said, hearing the words for the first time it seemed. "A long time."

We were both silent for a while, each lost in her own thoughts, and then she said, "Joshua has helped me to realize one thing. Although I can never have Simon back again, he will always be with me as long as I cherish the memories of him. And I know that he would have wanted me to get on with my life. I'm sure he knows about Joshua, and I'm sure he's pleased."

"How long did it take you to get over him?" I asked.

"I don't think I'd call it being over him, really. I've just moved away from him, toward someone else. Every now and again I get really horny," she giggled at my surprised gasp, "and the pain tries to come back. I fight it with thoughts of Josh, of his arms around me, of his mouth kissing me, of his words of love in my ear. Sometimes, I find Josh wherever he is, so he can chase my pain away personally." She giggled again at her words, and the picture they conjured, and I joined in her merriment. Then I sobered.

"I don't have anyone to chase mine away," I said sadly, "and right now I can't even bear to think about any other man touching me as Adam did. It seems like sacrilege."

"That will take a while, you're right there. But as Josh said, whenever you need to release pent-up pain, we're here for you. Naomi and George know where to find us." She made the offer again simply, and I accepted with a grateful nod.

I dreamed of Adam again that night. It was our nineteenth wedding anniversary, and all the guests, family and friends, had finally gone home. The kids were all asleep, the house was dark, and Adam was playing hide and seek with me. I thought that he was in our bedroom when I went up, but he wasn't. Every time I thought I found him, the room was empty. I knew he'd find me eventually, so I went into the bathroom to take a leisurely bath. I knew that would bring him out of his hiding place as surely as cheese would bring a mouse into the open.

I sat, eyes closed, luxuriating in the warm bubbly water, when I felt a warm hand on my breast. I opened my eyes to find him staring down at me with such raw lust on his face that my breath caught in my throat. 

"Adam," I began, "I..."

He didn't let me finish. He swooped down on my mouth, drinking as though he were dying of thirst. I put my dripping arms around his neck and he slid into the tub on top of me. 

"Lee," he whispered hoarsely, shuddering, "happy anniversary! I can never get enough of you, baby. What took you so long?" He didn't wait for a reply but swooped again, sucking my mouth, my ears, my neck, my throat, licking me behind the ears, on the nipples, making me groan with an agony of need. I could feel him hardening between my thighs, and as he entered me, I sighed, and kissed him back. We made hard, wet love in the bath, and the water grew cold around us, but we did not notice. At last, we dried each other off, and strolled into our bedroom. He had left a gift in the middle of the bed, as usual, and I went to unwrap it. He followed right behind me, pushing his body against mine provocatively, pressing me into the bed face down, rubbing his hardness all over me, touching me in every trembling spot he could reach.

"Adam!" I gasped. "I can't open the gift if you don't let up, honey. Just a little!"

He groaned, and rolled off me, staring unblinkingly into my bemused face. "Hurry up!" he growled hoarsely, and slowly rubbed my back as I sat up. The package was large, and I found sexy black and red nightgowns, underwear, slippers, and a picture. It made me gasp, "Where ... how...?" I was speechless.

"I took them and chose the one I liked best. Do you like it?" His eyes were uncertain. I looked at the picture of us wrapped in each other's arms in the throes of passion. It was so real, I felt myself growing hot just from looking at it.

"How did you do this? Where did you put the camera? How did I miss it? Where were the flashes?" I was full of questions.

"It's on video, honey. I just made a still of the shot I liked best. Do you mind?" Again he sounded uncertain.

I wasn't sure, but I was getting more and more wound up as I looked at the picture, and I turned back to him, letting it fall from my hands onto the floor. "I don't care right now," I whispered. "But I wonder if we could do that again?"

He pounced, like a lion on its prey. "I thought you'd never ask!" he whispered back, growling softly in his throat, nipping me playfully on my mouth, my cheeks, my throat, my breasts. Everywhere his teeth touched was in agony when he left it, and I thought I would burn up before he took me again. He prolonged the sweet torture, kissing me deeply, running his hands over me, pressing himself into me only when I thought I would faint from lack of him. Our joy in each other was so deep and we loved each other so much, there didn't seem to be anything to top those feelings. I awoke as I climaxed, the sensation so real that my heart was racing. 

I looked around me, and he wasn't there. I wept bitterly, and then realized that, for the first time, I had dreamt of us making love from foreplay to climax. My dream had not been interrupted, and I felt satisfied, as I had not done since the last time we made love before he died. I smiled though my tears. If this was a gift to help me heal, I would grasp it with both hands, and never let it go.



Dream



The following is a dream I had recently about someone I care for with all my heart....

It started with me standing at two huge ornate wooden doors. I reached to open one and they both slowly swung open on their own.

I walked in to see hundreds of women, naked, and kneeling with their backs to me, all in perfect rows and columns. Every type of woman. Every size, shape, hair color.

A very tall muscular man approached me from the left and said in a deep booming voice "Welcome to the Hall of Submissives. Take the one that is yours."

"Huh? What do you mean? Where am I?" I stammered out.

"This is the Hall of Submissives. One of these is yours to do with what ever you wish and desire. Take her."

"Just take one?"

"Yes."

"But I cant see their faces or anything."

"You do not need to. You will know the one that is yours."

"OK, um, how long do I have to choose?"

"As long as you wish."

"Uh... ok?" and I start looking around.

I started looking and walking around, immediately my eyes were drawn to the red headed women, since I've always had a natural attraction to them, when I heard my guide again.

"STOP! You are about to advance into the groups. You may not see their faces."

"What happens if I see their face?"

"Then you may not chose that submissive"

"Oh, O.K. So if I see the face, I cant pick that one?"

"Correct."

"I understand."

Almost defiantly, I continue to walk into the midst of the women, although I know once I see the face, they are no longer an option. And quite honestly, more that a few I look at and they are so beautiful, I think to myself, "Man I messed up and should have taken her!"

I continue to wander for what seems hours. Then I see one that has a very nice body so I look back to the guide and say "OK I choose her."

"NO!!!!!!!!" The guide yelled back. At first my thoughts were that of she was his or that for some other reason I couldn't have her.

Then in a more stern voice, he commanded, "You do NOT choose one. You TAKE one. Observe."

He walked up to the nearest woman and picked her up by her hair and told her "You. Blow me."

He released the had full of hair and she immediately dropped back to her knees and started giving him what appeared to be an absolutely fantastic blow job.

"Ahhh O.K. I understand now."

I walked to the woman I had selected and started to reach for her hair when I heard a now familiar sound.

"NO!!!!!!!!"

"Now what?" I sarcastically yelled back.

"She is not the one for you."

"But you said just to take one?"

"I said to take the one that is YOURS."

"So she is not mine?"

"No."

"So only one in hear is mine?"

"Yes."

"And you know who she is?"

"Yes"

"Tell ya what Sparky. Why don't we cut to the chase and you tell me which one she is?"

Apparently he didn't get or understand my little attempt at humor.

"I do not know what a Sparky is, and I can not tell you, you must chose."

"Great. And are you going to be telling me no at each of my choices?"

"No."

By now Im getting truly frustrated with this.

"You really know how to mess with a guys head you know that?"

He smiled. It wasn't pretty, but he smiled.

"Trust me. Your next pick will be the one."

I took a deep breath and started surveying the remaining field. All the heads by now seemed to meld into one another and they all started to look the same.

It was when I was about to give up when I noticed one in particular. All of the women had their heads up, eyes straight forward. Except this one. Her head was bowed down, her beautiful long hair flowing down her back. Other's shoulders were up, displaying excellent posture, hers were relaxed, down, truly showing that she was giving herself and waiting for a command from her Master.

I walked directly towards her, my pace quickening with each step until I stood directly behind her. Other women flinched or were startled by my presence, she sat completely still. This was her. I could feel it.

I looked back to the guide, and started to speak, but was cut off at the start.

"TAKE her!" He said in a calming reassuring voice, as if he was standing next to me even though he was hundreds of yards away.

While grabbing a head of hair and commanding sex acts really isn't my style, I felt more confident and reassured just being in this woman's presence.

"You are mine. Stand."

She stands.

I leaned in to and in her ear said, "You will do as I command, won't you?"

"Yes Sir" was the quite response, her head still bowed.

I gripped the back of her neck tightly, and still no sudden shakes, moves.... She was comfortable under my lead.

"Turn now and face me. I have chosen you, now I wish to see you."

"Yes, Sir."

As she turns I almost close my eyes. Although I want to see, I am almost afraid to as well.

When she turns, I notice the most beautiful face I have ever seen. Eyes of a goddess, seeking approval, lips begging to be kissed, and a body that makes me hard instantly.

I see....

You.



Dream



Before you read this story I have to tell you that it is a little odd. I adapted it from the hottest dream I have ever had. In keeping with that theme I decided to keep all of the strange and disjointed elements intact so that maybe will experience it the way I did. As a result you will find the characters referred to only by pronouns or descriptions and not by name which may be a little confusing. Hopefully it won't detract from the story too much and you will enjoy it as much as I did.

She stepped up to the door of the tall narrow nondescript building at the edge of town. Her boots made a hollow ring on the cement walk and the hem of her silk dress fluttered high on her thighs. The deep emerald color brought out the flaming highlights in her coppery hair and flattered her pale creamy skin. It had a very low, loose back and a plunging neckline held up by a bow at the nape of her neck. She carried nothing but the engraved invitation and her only jewelry was a heavy silver choker tight around her throat.

A guard was standing just inside the door, his slim build in direct contrast to the air of danger that surrounded him. She held out the gilded invitation and her hand shook with nervous energy.

"I see you are expected. Let me escort you upstairs." He drew her hand to the crook of his elbow, the movement smooth and practiced, and began to lead her up a long winding staircase. The air filled with the smoky sweet herb smell of incense and the deep bass rumble of a driving rock beat. The combination soon turned her insides to jelly and had her swaying slightly to the rhythm as they walked. Her escort placed his free hand over her trembling fingers and leaned in close to murmur in her ear.

"You are safe here." She didn't even realize how tense she had become until his warm cinnamon breath brushed over the delicate shell of her ear. He released her hand and pulled her closer into the shelter of his body, his large hand coming to rest over her hip. His long blunt fingers traced slow circles against her overheated skin, the thin layer of silk providing no real barrier.

At the next floor they came to an ornate door. There seemed to be no other place to go from where they stood. She took a deep fortifying breath and opened a door into another world. Heavy steam hung in the air and obscured her vision for just a moment before clearing to reveal several people in various states of undress and engaging in acts that had her breath coming in pants. She became intensely aware of the thick steam plastering her dress to her tingling skin.

A raised wood burning sauna pit proved to be the source of both the steam and the herbal smoke. A handsome young man ladled water onto the brazier of hot stones in the top and tucked bundles of herbs into the coals below. She turned a questioning eye up to her escort but he only shrugged as if it were completely normal.

Her boot heels clicked against the gleaming tile. The patterns of white and shimmering gold created a path to the far side of the room and another ornate gilded door. They stepped out into the chill of the landing and her nipples tightened into tingling buds pressing with blatant invitation against the thin cold damp silk of her dress. The crisp arctic air made her shiver in contrast with the liquid heat pooling in her core. Her escort slid his warm hand against the bare skin of her lower back exposed by the daring cut of her dress. His thumb traced a slow path against her spine just where it arched into the fullness of her ass, causing her to shiver for a completely different reason.

They continued up the stairs in silence, the pounding of the distant music throbbing in her veins. At the landing they came upon yet another heavy carved door. Her escort reached forward and opened it allowing his long fingers to delve into the loose back of her dress and brush gently along her ribs.

He ushered her into a room lit only by glowing candle light. It seemed to flicker in time with her heartbeat and the music still thrumming in her blood. On various beds and couches and even against the wall several groups of men and women were enthusiastically making love. Her breath caught and she leaned back into her escort both for support and because she needed to feel the sensation of a hard male body up against her. He pressed her fully against the heat of his chest and she could feel the hot hard evidence of his arousal. She shivered and a slick helpless need pooled between her thighs.

Knowing they had not yet reached their destination, her escort reluctantly stepped back a pace to clear his mind of the sensual fog. She wasn't his, at least not tonight. They continued through the room, weaving through a maze people. Hands from all directions reached out to caress them as they passed.

As they neared the final door the music throbbed louder, a heavy driving beat though not any recognizable melody. Her escort turned to face her and drew her close to his body. He felt her shiver with a mixture of arousal and apprehension. She leaned into him and would have tucked her head into the safe haven of his chest if he hadn't reached up to tilt her face up to his. His lips pressed against hers in a feather light kiss.

"This is where we must part." He whispered against her lush mouth, "Though I hope we will meet again." He reached out with his free hand and opened the final door.

The music crashed over her in a nearly palpable wave. A sea of gyrating bodies filled the room with the odor of clean sweat and lust. At the far end of the room a tall figure leaned against the bar. He hadn't seen her yet and her eyes took the opportunity to drink him in. He turned toward her as if feeling her gaze. She walked slowly across the room suddenly realizing that nearly everyone was nude or partly so. They reached out and touched her as she passed but she paid them no heed, intent on the man by the bar.

She stopped in front of him, just beyond his reach and raised one hand to the bow at the nape of her neck. One slow, sensuous pull and the dress fluttered to the floor leaving her standing before him in only her boots and the silver necklace. His shirt was unbuttoned, hanging loose, and the top button of his jeans was undone. She stepped away from the pool of silk and slid her hands up his strong chest. He towered over her. Even in her tallest heels he still made her feel delicate and small, her head nestled under his chin.

She noticed with a disconnected part of her mind that the sea of writhing people had disappeared as if no more than a wisp of smoke. The music too had changed. No longer a hard and fast pounding that echoed in her bones, it had slowed to a throbbing rumble that pulsed in all her softer places. His big hands ran up and down her trembling body leaving trails of white hot flame flickering over her skin. She gripped his shoulders tightly and raised her lips to the warm column of his throat. His pulse rushed faster beneath her tongue and she reveled in the wild salty taste of him.

A growl rumbled low in his throat and he buried his hands in her silky hair. His mouth came down on hers with bruising hungry force and half a second later she found her back pressed up against the bar. He tugged gently on her hair, forcing her head back to give himself better access to her delicate throat. She raised her foot to the rungs of a bar stool and felt the rough denim of his jeans rasp the smooth skin of her inner thigh. He rained kisses across her shoulders and collar bones, gentle in contrast with his fingers roughly digging into the cheeks of her ass.

He raised his eyes to her heated gaze, her eyes darkened by desire. He leaned in close to her body and boosted her up to sit on the bar deliberately letting her feel the strength of his hard chest against her softer body. Her thighs spread wide to allow him to press close to her damp core. The sweet musky scent of her filled the space between them and his nostrils flared like a feral animal scenting his prey.

He pressed her down until her shoulders touched the bar and her hair trailed down like threads of coppery silk among the longneck bottles in the open cooler. He ran his palms over her breasts, her back arching with fissions of pleasure when his hungry mouth found her nipples. One after the other he sucked and nibbled, skirting the fine edge of pain before laving them gently again.

His fingers traced a path over shoulders and down her arms leaving gooseflesh in their wake. He grasped her wrists and pushed them out to the sides and back until she grasped the far edge of the bar top. She lay before him like a sacrifice, her chest heaving with anticipation. Her fingers gripped the wood with white-knuckled intensity. His hands raced over her body in strokes firm and then feather light.

He kissed her softly rounded belly, tongue darting into her naval. A sheen of perspiration clung to her skin like dew. He kissed his way lower, liking the way she whimpered quietly when he lifted his head. Her whimpers grew louder when he lifted her thighs to rest on his powerful shoulders. He kissed her thighs, licking closer and closer but never quite reaching the slick folds at her center. She squealed and writhed when he gently bit the ridge of tendon between her thigh and groin. His hands lifted her ass and she gave a low moan when his tongue finally found her pussy. He traced the lips then delved deeper tasting every inch of her. His tongue slid inside her pussy, lapping and spearing with manic abandon.

He reached down and unzipped his jeans; his thick erection sprang free as the dropped to the floor. He pulled her toward him until only her shoulders rested on the bar, her weight supported by her thighs on his burly shoulders. She thrilled at the thought that she was at the mercy of his considerable strength. He lifted her trembling legs from his shoulders and wrapped them around his muscular torso. He grabbed her twisting hips and lowered her down his body until the broad head of his dick pressed against her tight slickness.

He growled with pleasure and began to slowly enter her. She felt her body stretch to accommodate his impressive girth. He controlled the speed of his penetration with his hands on her hips, loving the way she moaned and bucked her pelvis in an attempt to take him in faster. When he finally hit her cervix he ground his pubic bone against her clit. She cried out and her body shuddered. He felt her internal muscles clench and ripple up and down the length of his shaft when her orgasm overtook her. He paused there fully buried inside her to allow her a moment to come back to herself.

She began to slowly rock her hips against him, allowing him to control the depth of penetration but working her slick pussy over him. He withdrew slowly, his dick coated with her juices. He began a steady pace pumping full length into her tight grasping sheath, each stroke forcing the head of his cock over her g-spot. The pressure built quickly until she began to babble, begging him to fuck her harder, to giver her more.

Her orgasm began at the top of her head and ran down her body leaving gooseflesh in its path. Her body went cold and hot and she screamed silently as she gushed hot fluid across his lower belly. Her pussy tightened around his dick and he groaned. Jet after jet of his cum flooded her quivering pussy.

He hooked a barstool with his toe, drug it behind him and collapsed onto it, pulling her up tight against his still heaving chest, her legs still locked firmly around his narrow waist. Soothing hands clasped the back of her neck and caressed her spine. Small aftershocks rippled the muscles of her pussy around his slowly softening shaft. She nuzzled his sweaty neck and clung to his shoulders...



Dream?



Dream?

Walking down the street to go to work, I didn’t have a care in the world. It was a warm, sunny day so I wore a white tank top with blue jean shorts and some Nike tennis shoes. I also put my long brown hair in a ponytail to keep my neck cool. I worked at a nearby tattoo parlor so it didn’t matter what I wore.

The next thing I know, I hear tires screeching as they turn a corner. I look back and see a dark blue van with tinted windows fly around the corner coming straight at me. I thought it was going to hit me, but it didn’t. Instead, it stopped right next to me. The side door opened and two men wearing black clothes and ski masks came out, put a black hood over my head, grabbed either arm and forced me into the van.

“Keep your mouth shut and you won’t get hurt.” One of them said to me. He had a ruff voice and was very firm. 

“Please, don’t hurt me! Take what ever you want, just don’t kill me!” I said sobbing. I just knew I was dead. Then one of them hit me.

“I said to keep your mouth shut. Open your mouth again and you WILL be dead!”

Then they tied my hands behind my back. All I could think about was my family and friends. 

“Hey, you want to try her out before the boss gets her? He’ll never know.” I heard one say to the other. 

Then I feel the button on my jeans come undone and my zipper come down. One of them started to caress my legs and inner thighs. Oddly, his hands were rather soft. He pulled my shorts down and started to rub my crotch through my panties. As scared as I was, it did feel good. I could feel myself getting wet. 

“You like that, don’t you? You want me to fuck you hard you little slut? Well I will.”

He took my panties off and started to run his finger around my clit. He was right. I did like it. I did want him to fuck me. I started to thrust my hips up to get his finger inside of me, but he resisted. Instead, he lifted my hips up even more and I could feel the warmth of his breath on my pussy. Ooohhh, it felt so good. He licked my throbbing cat, which sent shivers down my spine. I was on the brink of ecstasy when I felt the van pull to a stop. 

“We’re here.” The driver said. 

The men put my underwear and shorts back on and pulled me out of the van. They took me in what sounded like an abandoned warehouse. I could hear our footsteps echoing through a very large room. 

“Well, well, well. You are a pretty one, aren’t you?” I heard a new man say. 

“Who are you? Where am I?” I asked. 

He slapped me. “You don’t talk until I tell you to. You call me master from now on. You got that? Now, you know what to do with her. Go.” He ordered the three men. 

We walked a little ways and I could hear what sounded like chains rattling. They undid my hands and lifted them over my head. They then shackled my hands to the chains hanging from the ceiling. I then felt something cold and very sharp run up my leg. One of the men then cut my shorts, underwear and shirt off. Completely naked, chained and cold, I felt so helpless. 

“She’s all yours, boss.” One of the men said. 

“Good. Now go keep watch.”

I heard the three men walk across the room and go out the door. When the door closed, I felt sheer terror run through out my body. What was this man going to do to me? 

“You are so beautiful.” He said.

He ran his hand up and down my body. 

“Your skin is so tan, smooth and soft. I can’t wait to taste you.”

He then walked around behind me and slipped the hood off my head. It was so dark. Only a few slivers of light shone through the black painted widows. Then everything was black again. He had tied a blindfold around my eyes. 

“I can’t have you seeing my face, but I just have to kiss your luscious lips.”

I could feel his breath as he came closer to my face. His lips touched mine. They were so soft. 

“Mmmm. So sweet.” He whispered in my ear.

His hands began to caress my body, my breasts. He pressed his body against mine. He was naked. I couldn’t believe it. I could also tell how excited he was. His wood rubbing against my thighs. He started to kiss my neck while pinching my hard nipples between his fingers. I began to get aroused again. I had no idea being tied up was so sexy. I started to get wet again. 

“Do as I say and I won’t hurt you.”

He then ran his hands down my stomach, across my waist and then between my legs. My cunt was throbbing with anticipation of what he was going to do next. 

His finger slid between my pussy lips and filled my awaiting hole. 

“You like that?” He asked.

“Yes.” I replied.

He slapped me again. “Yes what?!”

“Yes, master.”

“That’s better. Do you want me to continue?”

“Yes, master.”

He then began to suck and nibble on my nipples. He ran his tongue around my nipples and then engulfed his mouth with my entire tit. 

I can’t believe I’m about to say this, but I was actually enjoying myself. True, I had been kidnapped, and was about to be raped, but strangely, I found all this extremely erotic. I couldn’t wait for this strange man to take me. 

He slowly licked his way down my body stopping once he reached my bellybutton. He slid he tongue in and out and around it. That had never been done to me before. It sent chills through out my body. He then moved down to my awaiting pussy. By then, I was so worked up that all he did was breath down there and I exploded with ecstasy. 

“My, my, my. I haven’t even begun to get started yet and already you’ve reached your peak. Am I that good?”

“Yes, master. Please don’t stop.”

He lifted my legs up and rested them on his shoulders. He began to drink all my cum and moaned as he did. 

“Mmmm, you are so sweet. I can’t wait any longer. I have to have you now.”

He then unshackled me, picked me up and sat me down on the edge of a bed. 

“Open your mouth and suck my dick until I cum.” He said.

“Yes, master.”

I ran my hands up his thighs until I found his awaiting cock. I wrapped my hands around it and was amazed by the size of it. It had to have been at least 9 inches in length and may be an inch and a half wide. How am I going to fit this thing in my mouth? “Come on, bitch. Suck it.”

I opened my mouth as wide as I could and inserted his enormous member inside as far as I could. When I felt the tip of his head touch the back of my throat, I gagged. It was so weird. I had never done something like this before, but at the same time, I liked it. Knowing I could give this strange man pleasure with only my mouth was a big turn on. I could hear him moan as I slid my mouth back and fourth on his cock.

“Mmmmm. That feels so good. Come on, baby. Suck me dry.” 

He grabbed the back of my head and started to fuck my mouth. The longer it went on, the easier it got. I could feel the head go further and further down my throat. I took my hand and started massaging his balls. They felt so heavy with his cum that was aching to come out. They started to tighten up and he began to moan even louder, echoing through the large warehouse.

“Ohhh, yeah. Oh, I’m gonna cum. Get ready to swallow.”

He began to move faster and faster and then I felt the warmth of his load shoot into my mouth as he reached his orgasmic peak. He filled my mouth with the stickiness and when he was finally done, I closed my mouth. Some leaked out and ran down my chin and dripped on to my breasts as I swallowed the rest. I found his dick again and was surprised to find that rather than it softening, it was still hard. May be even harder than before.

He then pushed me back and told me to scoot further on the bed. I did as he said and I felt him climb on with me. I then felt his hand caress my inner thigh and twirl his fingers around my muff hair. 

“I can tell by the wetness between your legs that you have been enjoying yourself. Do you want more, my pet?”

“Yes, master. Please give me more.”

He began circling my clit with his finger. He then slid his middle finger inside my anxious hole. Sliding it in and out faster and faster. I began bucking my hips in rhythm with him. Just as I was about to explode, he slowed to a stop. He then got on top of me and started to tease me by gently rubbing the head of his dick on my pussy before finally sliding it in. I moaned with pleasure as he started filling my hole with his massive member. He leaned down and whispered in my ear, “Do you like that?”

“Yes, master.” I whispered back. 

I wrapped my legs around his waist as he thrust in me harder and harder. He would pull his cock almost completely out before jamming it back it in. 

“Oh, god! Oh that feels so good!” I yelled. I couldn’t believe this was happening to me. He rolled over, still inside me, and had me ride him. I began rocking back and fourth, sliding up and down, filling myself over and over. Feeling his enormous dick hit my inner walls made me even more excited. I began bouncing up and down harder. 

“I’m going to cum, master.”

Just as I finished saying that, I exploded, spilling all my love juices down the shaft of his dick. 

“Good. Now get on your hands and knees so I can fuck you in the ass.”

I did as he said. He started rubbing my ass with his hands and slapping it so he could see it jiggle. I then felt him spread my cheeks apart and slide the head of his cock in my anus. I could feel the burning throughout my body as his thrust inch my inch in my asshole. 

“Ouch! Master, it hurts.”

“Don’t worry. It’ll get better. Just relax your tight little ass.”

He was right. As soon as I relaxed a little, it got better. It felt better. I began rocking my hips slowly in rhythm with his motion. He started to pump a little faster. My cat started to tingle wanting more of what it had before so I reached down and started to finger myself. He went faster and faster and I could feel his balls hit my ass each time he thrust. I could tell he was about to cum again so I began bucking my hips harder. That, coupled with me fingering myself brought me to the edge and we reached orgasmic ecstasy together. We collapsed on the bed, side-by-side, trying to catch our breath. I felt his hand caress my face and then he kissed me. It was the most passionate kiss I’d ever had. Then, I fell asleep. 

When I woke up, I was back in my bed, in my nightclothes. I couldn’t understand it. What happened yesterday? Did I just dream it? I spent many days and nights pondering that question, but I may never know the truth. 

The End



Dream?



The first thought was that I was warm...and realllly comfortable.

Smiling, I remember the fun night on the town--the dances, the drinks, and the laughs. Wondering where (and who) my friends ended up with, I stretch...and realize that I can't really move.

Adrenaline chases through me, burning away the cobwebs... 

I realize that I am flat on my back, ankles and one arm tied to the posters of a bed, and...naked.

The softness under me is a mink blanket in forest green, matching the drapes on the bed.

I bring my hand over to my entrapped wrist, fumbling with the knotted leather cords. A noise sounds to my left, and the lights go out.

Oh shit, oh shitohshit!!

I hear the drapes move, and the bed shifts. I strike out blindly, and feel my fist captured in a large, slightly roughened hand.

"Well, thank you!" a deep voice says, humor thick in the inflection. 

"Who are you?! What are you doing?!" I shriek, and strangely think well, that was certainly original...

My wrist is placed against the smooth wood, and I feel leather gently bite into the tender skin.

Oh crap!

"Really, this isn't the greatest of ideas...people are looking for me!" I sputter, trying to sound forceful--convincing, not scared shitless...

A laugh like an avalanche, deep and rumbling...guess I didn't succeed.

Gentle fingers smooth tangled hair away from my eyes and trace the outline of my lips, tapping me on the nose playfully when I try to bite...

Rustling movement, then something drops against my face. I struggle, but the blindfold goes on regardless.

The odd little part of my mind notices that he is careful not to pull my hair, smoothing the stands away from the knot. Suddenly the bed lurches and I am alone...

I hear the click of the light switch, and hear a chuckle from the left side of the room. The bed shifts again as he settles in next to me...

"Please" I whisper...and a dark side of me wonders exactly what I am pleading for... 

Strong, gentle fingers begin to stroke along my shoulder, the underside of my trapped arm, tracing a finger with the edge of a nail...

"Since you ask so nicely..." and his mouth covers mine. The kiss is not the ravaging that I expected, but soft, and strangely innocent. Firm lips move against mine, teasing and tormenting, hinting that there was more to come...A warm tongue touches my mouth, and my captor deepens the kiss...

I am lost--torn between the desire to feed against this warm mouth, and to fight, to bite, to try to escape.

"There is no escape..." he whispers, running his fingers around my ear and down my neck.

Finger tips trace my collar bone, dancing along my sternum and I feel him circle one breast. A sudden pinch on the nipple rips a gasp from my throat, and I feel the other nipple harden in response. A grunt of approval is the reply to my body's traitorous response to my captor's manipulation. 

Heat bursts upon my straining nipple, and wetness surrounds it as he moves to suckle. 

I try to hold still, give no response, but he soon has me squirming as he nibbles and caress my breasts.

Damn!

Those clever hands are stroking all over now, running up and down the length of my body, leaving a trail of fire where they pass...

I am panting now, lungs working like bellows to get air through a windpipe that feels two sizes smaller than it did a second ago... 

"Relax..." he whispers against my stomach. "I won't hurt you..."

"Consider this a gift...one I am most pleased to give."

Huh?! 

Confused and angered by his words, I open my mouth to say something in response; but strong fingers close over my lips.

"Shhh..."

A sudden hot touch at the core of me, a delicate lick--stealing anything I may have wished to retort. All that comes out is a strangled squeak...and I feel him smile against my thigh.

Another lick, scorching heat on delicate folds... 

Gently, he presses his lips against my garden, little butterfly kisses that tantalize and tease...

I feel myself moisten, and flush with anger and shame...but those feelings are moving away as desire rises under his skillful touch.

A finger traces the outline of my treasure, causing me to lurch against the restraints.

"Like that, hmmm?" he muses, and runs his tongue over my clit...

Firmly his finger continues to play on the outside of my pussy, stroking me to a beat of his own design...

His tongue is hot and wet, incessant on my nub, making me writhe on the blanket. I feel the pressure of his finger as he probes into me, and can't help the moan of pleasure that escapes...

I can feel my muscles grabbing the digit, trying to bring it farther in to soothe the hunger raging inside. My hips start pumping against his hand, trying to engage his flesh against the ache...

He obliges me my thrusting his finger deeper. I moan when he moves back, but his finger returns quickly with another. I grunt in approval, and feel him start to move them faster.

Under the onslaught of pistoning fingers and scorching tongue I feel an orgasm approach. A wave of pleasure breaks over me, dragging whimpers from my throat as I spasm against his hand.

A hard suck on my clit breaks another wave, and I throw my head back with a shout! Never have I felt pleasure this intense!! 

Gasping, I give myself over...

"Please!" I croak, and shudder under his tongue again...

He swarms up my body, and swallows my groan of the loss of the fingers with a kiss. 

I can taste myself on his lips, thick and tangy...

He presses himself at my opening, and I feel myself open to the pressure. His head is massive, bigger than any I have encountered before. I whimper, and it's a sound of pure lust...and fear.

Slowly he flexes his hips, and the head pushes into my clinging flesh. I feel my walls stretching to accommodate this breach, covering him with desire's evidence to ease the way...

"So tight, so hot...god you're killing me!" he groans into my ear, and captures my mouth for a drugging kiss...

He eases out, and I whimper and struggle against my bonds, not wanting to lose the fullness of him. Again he presses in, sliding a bit further, seeking my depths.

I can't stop my moans now, urging him on, seeking more--of him, of his touch, of the pleasure swamping my senses...

A drop of sweat bounces off my breast...this care is costing him. His arms are shaking with effort, and I hear teeth grinding...harsh breath hot on my neck...

"Please, now, I have to have you now!" I babble, concerned only with the ecstasy hovering at the edges of my being... "PLEASE!"

His lips slam down over mine, hot and urgent, devouring. 

His hips echo the movement, thrusting hard, plunging to the hilt.

Lightning shoots through my body---blinding, twisting; throwing me against the heavens to shatter. Ragged screams are muffled by our kiss, and I feel a groan vibrate his chest.

Tearing his mouth from mine, he lunges again, and again, burying himself in my heat. Dimly I feel myself writhing under him, seeking to draw him even deeper... 

The thud of flesh on flesh wars with the sound of my heart in my ears as I feel the wave approaching...

"Yes!" he grunts. "Come for me, explode for me...!"

I am teetering on the edge, each thrust of his body threatening to topple me into the ecstatic abyss...nearly there...

His head drops to my neck, teeth grazing pulse...and sink into the junction of my shoulder.

Screaming, I explode, pushed over the edge...convulsing as rapture rips through my senses and my flesh...spinning...flying...falling....

I hear his shout, and feel the pulse of his rod as he shoots his seed deep into my womb...

Darkness swallows me as I feel him collapse on my body...

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A beam of sunlight straight to the eyes isn't the most pleasant of alarm clocks...

Groaning, I turn over and snuggle into the pillows...wait a second...

Sitting up straight I look around. Yup, this is my bed; my room...a quick check confirms the door is locked...clothes folded on the chair...

Whoa, what the hell?! 

*Guess it's been a bit too long since you got any, Lynx* I laugh to myself...everyone says so, and I guess my subconscious is agreeing...

Jumping out of bed I am startled to feel a faint soreness between my legs...and to find the faintest shadow tracing of bruises encircling my wrists...and ankles... 



Dream



I decide that it's best just to apologize in the morning for being late. I enter your room in the nighttime darkness, and turn up the lights to a gentle hue. Now I can see you sleeping, but it isn't as peaceful as I would have hoped. You're frowning, and slowly turning over and over. I guess it would be better to apologize now. I light a few candles near the bed, and turn the lights back off. I take off my shoes and socks, and lay my jacket on a chair, all the while watching the candle-light somehow make you more beautiful. But it's still a slightly pained look, so I hurry and kneel beside the bed, and pull the covers off of you slowly. You curl up a little, so I walk over to the wall and turn up the heat. Then I hear you whisper my name quietly, and I turn back and kneel back beside you. I stroke your hair, but you are still sleeping.

I lean closer, and gently kiss your neck, all the while watching your beautiful face slowly become more peaceful. I run a hand through your hair, and lightly down your cheek, then I kiss down your neck slowly, and watch your body go still. But then I meet your shirt and frown, and know that taking it off could wake you, so I run my hands gently down your body, and massage your belly gently. I slip a hand under your shirt, and run it up your body slowly, and hover my lips down your body. I trace a few fingertips across your breasts lightly, and nibble around your belly button, and feel you arch up a little, so I take advantage and slide up your shirt slowly, up nearly to your neck, making sure it's still comfortable when you lay back still.

Smiling to myself, I try to figure out if this is more cute, beautiful or sexy, but since I'm the only one smiling so far, I decide that I'm not done. Moving down, I run my hands up your legs. I kiss them and nibble above you knees at your skin gently. Feeling your leg press back at mouth, I gently run my hands up to the middle of your thighs and firmly hold them still, while gently squeezing them and looking up at your lips. I will get to them soon enough, I think, and I may even see the candle-light dance in your eyes, but for now I still want your smile. Kissing up your left thigh slowly, I reach my hand that's trying to hold you still.

Your other leg must feel neglected, because it's pulling towards me determinedly, so I move across to your right thigh and lick playfully above my hand. That doesn't seem to help though, so I suck gently at the skin. Your other leg is now the neglected one, and I can feel your foot rubbing against my side. I let that one go and bite my lower lip to stifle a laugh, and when I regain myself and try to block it out, I kiss slowly up your thigh, almost up to your hips. Now I let both of your legs go, and feel your calves move slowly across my back, and I bite gently at the skin meeting your hips. Sadly, I think pulling down your thong would be harder than pulling up your shirt, but with your hips trying to slowly rub my cheek, teasing seems slightly more fun right now anyway. Smiling slyly, I try to ignore your soft moan, I move a little higher on the bed, and gently push back down your legs under and to the side of my body, and nibble above your thong. While licking up playfully, I see a candle slowly dim in the corner of my eye, and examine the two left lit and see that they're almost gone too. But for now I can look back at your body, and see the light show me the contours of your body, with the shadows creating an amazing image that I hope makes a home in my mind and makes me aware of itself constantly. I kiss it and bite gently at your skin as I move slowly back up your body.

A look up as I lick playfully across a few of your ribs shows that I'm obviously about to tickle you, and I feel your body tense. Still not willing to wake you, I run my lips lightly up onto your chest, and see dying candle-light dim to the left side of your body, so I move above your left breast and feel one of your legs curl around my waist as I gently press against you. Kissing at the nipple, and flicking my tongue over it slowly, I finally see that your hands running over the bed, and hear you moan again softly. I look up to your eyelids, and wish to look deeply into your eyes. But for now I kiss slowly outwards in a spiral, feel you gently arch against my body, and your hands finding my shoulders to rub against them not so gently. Smiling again, I see you bite at your lower lip and fight back another moan, as I lick across and nibble slowly at your chest and over your right breast, in time with my free hand running up and grabbing gently at your hair. Biting gently around the nipple, and playing with your hair, I hear you moan my name, and watch your lips licked by your tongue, but still I see no smile.

I run my tongue over the nipple, and gently suck at it slowly. Running my hand back down your body, and growling low into your chest, I feel you arch up again harder, and I growl a bit louder and press back against you. But now I see the last candle dimming, and I glance left to see a dying flame, and I frown to myself and decide to hurry up. Moving firmly up your body, I look down directly where I remember your eyes looking into mine, and I feel your body slowly tensing again, waiting for my kiss. I move closer, but press my cheek against yours, and let my lips pull at your earlobe as I softly whisper, "Wake up." I run my cheek back up yours slowly, and lick across your lips. Your eyes I can see moving about slowly, and see a little pout as your lips try to catch my tongue. Smiling, I lay against your body, which is now very mad, and feel both your legs wrap around me, and your arms doing the same swiftly. A little surprised, I see your eyes slowly open, and a grin slowly take hold of your lips. I was waiting all day for those beautiful eyes, and now they meet my own. 

I move my lips down to yours, you quickly move away. Pushing me onto my back and moving over me, and as the last light of the candle dims away, you lean down and lick my ear, and whisper, "It's not going to be that easy after that kind of dream..."



Dream



The feel of cold and damp floors under foot. The chill of the damp air skittering across my skin. The moans and cries of the damned sound in my ears. The feel of a heavy wooden door under my fingers. The voices of a pair of guards whom I quickly dismiss after they open the door.

The warm brown eyes that meet me set my heart to racing. His face is young but rugged in looks. He is chained to a stone wall, but he is still able to move. He stands up when I enter the cell. 

He stands a good head taller than me. The look given to me by the other man makes my blood run cold, but the warm smile I get sets everything right again save for the sinking feeling in the pit of my stomach. Brushing fingers over a rough cheek. 

The feeling of my heart racing in my chest. His smile as he turns his head into my hand the warmth of his kiss against my palm. The cool kiss of glass against my other hand, holding out the small glass vial to the man. 

The gentle shake of his head sends my heart crashing down. Curling my fingers slowly around the vial tucking it away in my dress. He and I both know what is coming, his death. 

I could feel my heart shatter into a thousand tiny pieces. Brushing the back of my hand across his cheek, feeling the rough warmth of his skin. His smile makes my breath catch in my throat. 

Whispering to him softly my love for him. Feeling his strong calloused hand gently brush away the tears that ran down my face. His touch made my breathing hitch in my throat.

Tipping my head lightly looking to the other man imploring him with my eyes to let the knight know what I had said. He nodded his head to me lightly. The gruff voice of one of the guards breaks my thoughts as I look back to the knight and whisper softly “Be strong my love for I will join you soon”. 

I know he doesn’t understand me but he understands the soft tone of my voice. He smiles to me as I slowly turn to leave. Walking slowly threw the open door wanting to turn around and go back to the knight, but I know that I can’t do that.

Cursing the guards and the priest softly under my breath as I slowly climb up the stairs. The air slowly warms up; the floors change from stone to wood. This was the castle I had been born and raised in but it no longer felt like home to me. Sighing softly as I felt the cold kiss of glass against my palm. I knew what was in the small glass vial I carried. 

I knew that soon enough I would join the knight in death. My thoughts run rampant with me till a voice breaks into my thoughts that of the snake bellied priest. My eyes narrow down because every part of my being hates the priest he is the reason the knight is being put to death. 

I don’t even pay attention to what the priest says because I know what he wants. He wants me and I want nothing to do with him, he knows nothing of what my heart calls for. The priest rattles on about how he will get me in the end. 

He doesn’t know about the small glass vial that is hidden in my hand. I don’t dare speak for fear of betraying my plans. I just growl softly to the priest and walk past him. 

Thankfully he doesn’t try to stop me otherwise I might have reached out and slapped him. Quickly making my way to my private chambers shutting the door behind me so no one will disturb me.

This is my sanctuary my place to escape. Putting the small glass vial under my pillows. Going threw the motions of the rest of the day and night. 

The morning came bright and warm. I dressed for the upcoming execution because I was expected to be there at my father’s side. I didn’t want to be there to see the one I loved killed because of our priest. 

Father had no idea what the priest was trying to do. I was the only child born to my father, so I knew there would come a time when I would be forced to marry. I would never marry the priest.

Making my way to the balcony where my father was sitting. He rose kissing my cheeks softly, leaning in close to murmur soft words of encouragement to me. Smiling to him softly as we both take our seats.

The knight is lead out in chains. My heart instantly sank down to my toes at the disheveled condition of the knight. He still held his head high showing his pride. 

The guards pushed him upon the small wooden stage, and then he was forced to kneel down in front of a small wooden block. The priest looked up to my father and me. 

Father waved to the priest. The priest turned to the knight and asked him if he would denounce his king the knight shook his head softly and said “No”. The priest motioned to the guards as the pushed him down upon the small block. 

The executioner raised his axe up and then let it fall killing the knight with a single stroke. A strangled cry would escape my lips at the fall of the axe.

When father dismissed me I would quickly get up and leave so father wouldn’t see the tears that stained my face. Racing straight to my chambers and locking the door behind me. Pulling the small vial from under my pillows, pulling the tiny cork free and drinking the poison that was with in.

Lying down on my bed as my eyes grew heavy. Closing heavy eyes as I see the knight in his full glory. I run into his awaiting arms as the last breath leaves my body. Finally at peace with the one I truly love.



Dream



As you drift, finally, into a deep sleep, you find yourself once again in the same dream.

It's the hotel room just as it was before—morning sunlight filtered through the sheer curtains. How did you get here? How did she get here?

Your clothes lie on the floor next to hers, yet you don't remember taking them off. You are fully naked. As is she. How did she know you would come here when you weren't sure yourself? You try to remember what happened in the dream the last time.

But your thoughts are interrupted by a sound.... A sharp intake of breath, then her voice, a shaky pleading whisper...

"I'm ready."

Before you have time to form the words, "For what?" you watch as she arches her back, lifts her ass into the air and leans her arms on the back of the couch. Your head swims a bit as you take in the scene: the curve of her hips as they taper to her waist. Her ass rocks almost imperceptibly from side to side.

While part of you isn't sure what to do, you know what you want to do. Then you realize the fingers of your right hand have slipped between the folds of your pussy, while your left is cupping your breast and slowly working the nipple between your fingers.

Is this how it happened last time? Or were you the one on the couch? Images and sensations flash that are hard to grasp—hips thrusting into you, an exquisite pain in your nipple, hair pulled backward, an urgent tongue in your mouth. They disappear and you're left with her—waiting, breath heavy.

You pull your fingers from your cunt. "Damn," you think. "I'm so fucking wet."

You take a step forward, close enough to touch her. She shifts her legs and her ass sways hypnotically before you. She turns her head and the hair cascades over her shoulder. You smell it's floral aroma, just barely above her musky sweat. Or is it yours? So hard to tell.

You take your finger, still glistening with your own excitement, and touch her back just above the crack of her ass. She lets out a shuddered moan, arches her ass ever so slightly up against your hand. You trace a trail down the cleft of her sweet, voluptuous ass. Another moan. Was it her, or you, or both? At this point it hardly matters. Her need is your need. Her anticipation is your anticipation. And as your finger makes its way all the way down, your wetness becomes her wetness.

It's not so much that you kneel down behind her as it is that your knees almost buckle with the excitement and dizzy desire. Your head feels almost heavy, and it would have moved forward into her of its own accord. But you feel her shift her weight, then feel her hand on the back of your head. Your hair is desperately grabbed and your face pulled forward. You gasp in surprise and your open mouth is rewarded with the warm, slick prize of her swollen lips on your tongue.

All hesitation, all pretense of questioning, collapses under the force of pure blissful lust. You grasp her hips with both hands and pull her into your mouth with force equal to her pushing your head to her cunt. Her taste, however, is not new. You know it, deep down in the recesses of your hunger. You have drowned before in this sweet nectar. You remember the first time, thinking that this must be like the first shot of heroine and the accompanying eternal knowledge that you can never give it up. You don't know when or how but you know that your tongue has invaded her before.

Now her ass is grinding back and forth. Your hands on her hips begin to wrestle with her, to force her into your rhythm, to make her move to your insistent need. The honeyed cream of her sex fills your senses and wraps you in an urgent cloud of rapturous hunger.

"Yes!" She cries and you feel her hand press against her clit as you slide your tongue across her lips and pierce her sweet little ass with it. Then there's a shriek from her and an increase in the speed of her finger on her clit.

Your mind is hazy as you force two fingers into her pussy while flicking your tongue around her anus. Her wetness feels exactly like your wetness, the feeling of your fingers inside her so reminiscent of your own pussy.

A fraction of your lust inspired brain wants to know what happened last time in the dream. Your body shudders at the question as some part of you wishes to be fucked.

Before the thought completes itself, before that flash of an urgent wish is even registered, you feel your lips part and your pussy is filled with a warm, hard fleshy cock. You'd turn your head if you could, if her hand wasn't urgently grinding your face into her ass and pussy. The hands, firm on your hips, hold you while the cock slides out. The fear hits you that you imagined it. Your desire overpowered your consciousness and you felt what you wanted to feel. But a pair of firm hands that plant themselves on your hips and the return thrust of that sweet cock filling you allays your fears. And then the thrusts start coming faster.

How full can you be? How much can you take? Fingers, pussy, ass, cock, hair, hands, juices, moans. How much is too much?

Your fingers in her cunt find his rhythm in yours. His cock is your hand, is fucking her. Your fingers are his cock. The smell of sex and sweat are intoxicating as the rhythm of this fucking takes you closer to the explosion you want, closer to the letting go of everything but your bodies clashing in this exquisite moment....

She comes first and collapses on the couch in front of you. There is a moment of disappointment as you sense her sweetness removed from you. But another thrust of the cock deep inside you erases all moments but this one. You want to open your eyes but realize you can't. You feel you're about to come, then her hands are on either side of your face and her sweet moist lips are pressed against yours. You can barely breathe as your body finally reaches the top and every nerve in your body snaps and lights up like a Christmas tree. Your skin shivers like a tidal wave, shaking you more deeply than you ever could have imagined.

Wait. What? Who...? Where? The questions swim. Who was the man? Where is he now? What's happening...

"Until next time," she says, kissing you fully once more.

Then you wake. 



Dream



I wrote this short story many years ago when I help run a local BBS, it was one of the first BBS's at least in our area that had chatroom capabilities, if I remember correctly we had 6 phone lines, before that women were few and far between in the use of any BBS, before chatrooms most women couldn't understand what their husbands and boyfriends saw in the computer, after chatrooms became available, women at least the ones in my local area would kick their husbands and boyfriends off the computer so they could chat, my main job on the BBS was basically public relations, make sure the women felt safe and keep them coming back, women online made everyone happy except for a few "fucktards" I had to kick off the BBS for unacceptable behavior in pms's and in chatrooms, that was usually a last resort after pulling them into a private chat and giving them a good talking too, if they didn't pay attention then they got kicked and banned for a few day and with every new offense the ban lasted longer :) One I had a bad time with wouldn't listen at all thought that I couldn't do anything, that was until I found out he was my cousin's teenage son, and I explained to him if he didn't straighten out that instant I would call his father (my cousin) and his mother and explain to them what was going on, he became a very good boy after that, he became so good that a couple of the younger ladies got together and gave him a special present on his next birthday.

My public relations "job" on the BBS made me quite popular with the ladies that used the BBS and I used to hold an adult story time in one of the chatrooms just for the ladies, one time the love of my life (too bad she was married) came into the chatroom during story time and left very fast, I pm'd her and asked why she left, she said it was like watching me make love to all the women in chatroom, she said she was ok with me doing it but she couldn't watch :) (it has been almost 30 years now and I still love that lady and kick myself for being noble and telling her she still had feelings for her husband and I couldn't break them up). to finish of this introduction to me and the story, it was after one of these story times or before one that I saw the ladies talking about how adult stories were written just for men, so I thought about what they said and that night I wrote this short story just for the ladies and the next day I gave it to them, this story got me more real life sex and probably lead to me getting a rep as a ladies man, a horn dog, and a few other less respectable descriptions lol, if I could chat privately to a woman for an hour I could be in bed with them shortly after and it was just talk any subject, seldom about sex at least not in the first hour :) trouble was most of them were married, I was just easy to talk to and I listened to them, so guys get a clue, don't come home and sit in front of the tube and drink beer and ignore your women or some one like I used to be might come a long and make them happy at least for a little while :) 

and now for the story

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The Dream Starts...

He sat quietly and observed her from across the room.

She was cool, a carefully maintained curtain of non-interest surrounding her like a shield.

Their eyes meet, unvoiced questions flow across the gulf that separates them, questions that pertain only to the moment, no past or future.

He stands, walks across the room to where she is seated. He extends his hand.

She responds by taking his hand.

He helps her to her feet.

They leave together.

They take a room together.

He slowly undresses her a garment at a time. As each is removed, he slowly and softly caresses her bare skin. Lightly kissing her shoulders, nuzzling her neck, gently running the tips of his fingers up her arms from wrist to shoulder.

The skirt follows the blouse floating to the floor. She stands there in black silk garters and stockings, black lace bra and panties. A silver neckband that gleams against golden skin, silver strips dangle from fragile lobes, raven hair falling softly over her shoulders to the small of her back. Green eyes closed gently in pleasure. Lips moist slightly parted.

He lifts her, and carries her to the bed. Carefully he lays her on the bed. He removes her shoes, then her stockings. He massages her feet gently carefully, working his way up her legs. He stops, smiles and undresses himself as she watches.

He lies down beside her. They kiss mouths open tongues touch and dance. He breaks from the kiss to bite her neck; he removes the neckband and drops it to the floor.

He slows the pace once again, building the intensity of the moment caressing her shoulders brushing her thighs with his finger tips, coming close but never touching the valley of pleasure.

He removes the bra freeing her breast, her nipples point towards the ceiling like twin gun turrets, the areola are large and puckered light brown in color, (she has had a child the thought passes for it matters not, that is past) her breast are not perfect but none the less beautiful. He licks each nipple with the tip off his tongue, gently teasing. She arches her back boldly yet silently asking for more than just the teasing caress.

He takes one nipple into his mouth while he twirls the other between thumb and finger, while he runs the other hand lightly from hip to breast.

He does this for a while alternating his mouth from one breast to the other. He pulls her close, taking a breast in each hand, he squeezes them together so that the nipples touch and takes them both into his mouth twirling his tongue about them both gently nipping them with his teeth, her back arches her hips thrust, she moans and pulls his head deep between her breast. After a second or two he pulls away and smiles, kneeling between her legs.

He reaches down and releases the garter belt's clasp; she raises her hips as he pulls it away to drop it on the floor. He grasps the waistband of her panties and again she raises her hips as he draws them off her hips, down her thighs and off onto the floor. He smiles as he lightly draws his fingers up the inside of her thighs without touching her valley of pleasure, up and around her mound of black pubic hair to come lightly back down the other inner thigh. He drops down putting his head between her legs. He kisses, nibbles and licks her inner thighs, teasing her almost to her limits, time has lost all meaning, she is lost in pleasure not caring about anything else, he enjoys the pleasure he is bringing her, and his power and control of the moment.

He breathes in her lust, as though it were the finest perfume ever made. He drinks from her cup of love as though it were the finest wine ever pressed. He wraps his arms around her hips and buries his tongue in her valley of pleasure. He presses his fingers down on the nerves at the tips of her pelvis sending little shock waves through her vagina. He lifts his head and smiles, her wetness shining upon his face, his head lowers again, he parts her pubic hair with his tongue, finding her clitoris he takes it into his mouth and suckles on it as a babe at its mothers breast. Her hips rock and thrust, her vagina frantically rubs his face as if it had a mind of its own, her thighs convulse and her hands pull his head deeper still locking his head in the vise of her thighs as her body quakes. She relaxes her grip, and he starts again building her up to that point again, bringing her almost to release and stops.

He moves up beside her for a minute, kissing her and she him, licking her own wetness from his face, he caresses her some more. He touches her thighs to find that she is wet to her knees and she is lying in a pool of her own fluids. They kiss again, and caress each other.

She smiles and slides down between his legs it's his turn. She kneels, tosses her hair back, and runs one fingernail gently up his testicles up his penis and around its head. She then gently cups his testicles in one hand grasping the shaft with the other; lightly rolling his testicles she pulls back the foreskin. Her lips gently kiss the head, parting slightly allowing her tongue to penetrate the slit in its end as her lips open slowly to allow the head into her mouth, her head lowers, teeth gently slide over the head of his penis barely brushing it but just enough to send waves of pleasure through his body.

He has to do something to keep control, so he raises her head, and swings his body around so he can drink from her well while she drinks from his.

He rolls her over and faces her, they kiss again allowing their fires to cool a bit, but not much for their need is great.

He kneels again between her out stretched legs, gently lowers himself, supporting his weight on his arms. She reaches down and guides him into her open vagina. The head enters, he trusts hard, she gasps with a little pain, but more with pleasure, as his penis drives deep striking the cervix and pushing past.

Thrust meets thrust, pelvis slams against pelvis, and the gentleness is gone, forgotten with the intensity of the moment. Pressure builds, seeking channels of release. Muscles tighten, convulse, go rigid, hearts stop for a fraction, the bodies fall upon each other then part and relax. She rests her head on his shoulder; he cups her ass in his hand and pulls her closer.

They cuddle and bask in the afterglow of their love making, they draw a blanket up over them, for the air has become cool on their wet bodies, now that the fever has past and the night along with it.

The rising sun streams through the window, they rise and bathe together, get dressed and leave the room, never once having said a word to each other. In the elevator they kiss one last time and as the doors open, she asks his name, he says one word "Warlock" and they leave, each going their own and separate way. He asks not her name, for he doesn't want to know. In a different time he would have and given her a different name, but that time no longer exist and neither does that name.

...............And so the dream continues, or maybe it just repeats itself. Who knows, it is only a dream after all, well at least parts of it are.



Dream



I'm having the dream again. I walk in the rain, with a thick fog around me. I can't see a sky, I can't see any walls. My feet splash through the all-encompassing half-inch puddle. I would reflect off the water, if raindrops didn't plop down and send ripples everywhere. My hair is damp, my clothes are soaked and cling to my skin, my nipples stiff from the cold. I can feel the floor through the puddle. It's glass-like, but not slippery.

I'm going in one direction. I always go in one direction, though I can't tell directions in this rainy mist. I know it's the same direction because I always arrive at the same place.

It emerges from the mist as I get closer to it. It's a room in the rain. Its glass floor is raised, with glass steps up to the platform. 4 black square pillars at the corners hold up the black roof. Inside, a sheetless black bed and an occupied black stuffed chair stand, lonely. The uniform grey perpetrates even the room.

I always walk up the steps. I'm doing it now. My feet exit the flooded world and step onto a flat translucent panel, water droplets dripping from my soles.

As my feet touch upon the floor, the chair's occupant stirs. She opens her yellow eyes, lights like the headlights of a car, to stare at me. "Don't you hate it when it rains?" she asks in a smooth, synthetic voice.

I don't answer. I never can. My first dream ended here. The dreams since continued onwards, each going further than the last. I feel mechanical in them. A thing is asked of me without asking and I comply.

The woman stretches lazily and stands up. She is graceful, but she is inhuman. Her skin is a smooth silver, and she is completely bald. Her feet are like high-heeled shoes, propped up on a strut with a blunt triangular toe. She is improbably curved, with ample buttocks and firm, almost spherical breasts. A black x-shaped harness covers her nipples, and a black thong covers her snatch. There is a strip of cloth on the back of the thong covering her buttocks.

But what makes this woman inhuman is her belly, and what it exposes. She is missing her body from ribcage to pelvis, and she only has a metal spinal column there. Her entire body is synthetic and fleshless. She is a machine in the shape of a woman.

She moves and stands in front of me. She is taller than me. She places her hands around my shoulders and directs me closer to the chair. Her fingers pick with the buttons on my pajama top, and it falls to the floor. Her fingers play with the buttons on my pants, and it slides off. I am left naked, soaked from the rain, in front of this woman. She smiles in delight.

She picks up a towel that blends in with the chair. Slowly, she rubs me down, drying me off. The towel rubs around my shoulders, neck, head, arms. It tickles and strokes my breasts and my nipples. It rubs down my cheeks and legs, and rubs my feet dry. She is close to me while she dries me. Her breasts casually bump into my back. I can feel stiff buttons under that harness.

She drops the towel to the floor and brings me to the bed. I lay on my back on it. It's automatic. I don't think I have ever struggled or tried to do something else. She sits down next to me, looking at me fondly, before she bends over and kisses me.

Her dark grey lips do not taste like anything. I don't know why she kisses me. But the contact is over. She moves down. Her dark grey tongue, mysteriously moist, grazes my throat. The tongue wavers down to my collarbone and between my breasts. They're aching now, and my snatch is hot as well.

Her tongue traces my belly button, fondling it. It travels down more, past my bush. My legs splay open willingly. The first past of her tongue sent shivers down my spine. Each time it feels as good.

She strokes my rose-lips gently, her tongue playing in my folds. She gently passes over my clit, now grown hard from her attention. Each pass makes my body tingle with pleasure.

Her hands are on my hips as she digs into me. Her tongue drags up and down, sliding along my moist crevice. I can feel the beautiful sensation growing from my loins, and I focus on it. It feels like the only thing that matters in this place.

I can feel myself getting closer as she licks my pussy. The undeniable pleasure, the unavoidable pressure. I do nothing to myself. I just let her continue working on me.

She stops licking. I look down, and she catches my glance. Her eyes are playful, but it feels like there is always something else behind them. She pulls up her body. Her hands slide the harness of her shoulders, then pulls the loosened fabric over her head and lets it fall to the floor. Her dark grey nipples are hard and erect. She is in as much the same state as I am.

She gets off the bed and turns her back to me. Her thumbs dig into the bands of her thong, and I watch the tail-like curtain slide to the floor as she takes it off. Her buttocks are as smooth as the rest of her.

She turns to face me. Her snatch is open and moist. I can see her dark grey lips and clit. She goes over me again, and sits on the bed. Our pelvises are close, on the same level. She slides one graceful leg over my body, and slides my leg over her curled leg.

Arms behind her to support, her hips move forward. We touch, a light graze that sends shocks down my spine. I can see her face above her luscious breasts. Her eyes are closed and her mouth is open slightly.

I want to moan when she starts rubbing against me. I can feel her lips kissing mine down there. Our slickness is mingling together, our clits rubbing together. It's a fire, a pleasurable heat that grows and numbs me. 

As she grinds into me, my hands slide up to my breasts. My teats, perfectly erect, ache for attention. Mutely I grab them, feel my own smooth skin, and let the pleasure in from there.

We arch in towards each other. We press our hips against each other harder. I want to feel her against all of me. My lips are parted in a silent moan, but I can hear her. Hers are synthetic, smoothened static noise played with each little thrust.

Our lips, our roses, grinding together is all there is to me. Her clit, my clit, together, rubbing together, numbing everything else. Our waterfalls intermingling, waters stirring together. Rushing, sliding together. I push into her as much as she pushes into me.

One final slide, and my mind goes blank. There is only the pleasure, the heat excusing itself from my body. Loosely, through our contact, I feel her still, gone still. She is unmoving, a smile on her lips, lost in pleasure like I am.

I've never gotten this far. I should be surprised. The dream always ended before our climax before. Instead, I feel satisfied as the orgasm dies down.

We break contact, and I sit up. Her fingers catch my chin and we kiss, if only for a short while. She stands up and puts her clothes back on, what little to it there is. I find myself standing up, as silently as ever, and put my pajama top and pants back on.

There is a set of double-doors in the place now, against the back. It is black, and resembles emergency exit doors without the window or handle. There is still the grey fog, and the raim clearly splashes against the world-wide puddle.

She returns to her chair and sits in it. Her legs raise and cross themselves. I go to the door, but look back. Her head is turned, and I can see one yellow light-eye. It looks sad. "Don't you hate it when it rains?" she asks.

I want to say no, but my silence still prevails. Deep down, I think it's a yes. I open the doors and leave.



Dream



This has been a recurring dream of mine over the past few years. It comes when I'm between lovers. I find it so sexy and always wake up turned on and horny, I just wanted to share it. I hope you like it as much as I do. 

Evening

I'm just turning off the water and reaching for towel, my eyes questioning their opposites in the mirror. 'Will I have the dream again? Who is The Giant? Why's he tormenting me, bringing me to the edge and over it repeatedly?' I pat my face dry and start brushing my teeth. I hope I have the dream again. I always cum when I do, waking up with sodden panties and feeling as though I've had no rest at all. But there's dread. The dream has become more intense recently, much more real. I wake up with complete recollection, the sights and sounds, the smells and tastes and feelings, everything. I put the toothbrush back in the cup and head off to bed, flicking off the bathroom light as I leave. 

The loft is a mix of light and shadows, street lights casting dim yellow pall across the ceiling. I climb under the comforter and snuggle into the soft pillows, my loose ponytail around my neck. I'm tired and sleepy and try to think of something peaceful, my eyes focusing on illuminated square on the ceiling, the sounds of the city fading away. One long blink, my lids heavy. A second long blink, it won't be long now. Peaceful darkness. 

Dream World

I'm looking at my reflection in a triple mirror, staring at a person both familiar and strange. It's definitely my face, the almond shaped blue eyes, the high cheekbones, thin shapely nose, the small pouty lips and blond hair, pulled tightly to my scalp and braided behind me. The body doesn't belong. My breasts are huge, forced up by the half cups of the tight black corset cinched around my middle. They look like two a large melons, but they have no weight and don't need the support the binding garment is offering. And they tingle deliciously. My areolas are puffy, pushing out of the middle of the oversized orbs. Nipples the size of fingertips, pierced with small gold hoops and connected with a matching chain, reach for their reflections. 

The corset has me squeezed tightly, but I feel no pain, down to a waist that is unnaturally small, making my hips swell below it. They're beautiful and round. My panties are cut high on my hips, small and snug and amazingly smooth, not a hint of my cock showing on the outside. I know it's there. I can feel it between my legs, throbbing and pulsing with each beat of my heart, but it doesn't appear in the reflection. Only a small part of my alabaster thighs are visible above the skintight, impossibly high heeled boots I'm wearing. They're absolutely smooth, appearing to have been painted on, they show every delicate curve of my thighs and calves. The heels are so high only the tips of my toes offer them counterbalance. 

My arms are covered from below my shoulders to the base of my fingers, made of the same supernatural material and generating the same feelings on my skin. My white fingers extend out of the dark holes, ending in long blood red nails that match my lip color. I feel no discomfort from my outfit, indeed it stimulates me with tiny electric pulses. I'm admiring the alien body when the voice surrounds me. 

"Come to me." it commands, deep and resonant. My reflection fades with the mirror, the room beyond takes shape. It is massive, lit by millions of candles across the floor. There is no ceiling, there are no walls. I'm lifted and cross above the fragrant candles effortlessly, the light breeze of my motion exciting my exposed skin. I move a very long distance. I take in a different scent with each breath; lilac, rose, the musk of a woman, honeysuckle, the smell of cum, apple,cinnamon, sex. My feet touch the ground before a monumental high backed black leather chair. He appears before me, taking shape from mist and thin air. 

He is The Giant, an Adonis, a creature of pure sex, the focus of all my desire. He towers over the chair, an elbow resting on the top. He is at least 10 ft. tall but I don't fear him. I drink him in with my eyes. Long light brown hair surrounds the most beautiful face I've ever seen, with round brown eyes and full soft lips that smile easily to reveal pearly white teeth. His shoulders,chest and arms are heavily muscled, well-defined and smooth. His nipples were dark brown, large and inviting. The jeans he wears are faded almost white and hug his powerful hips and thick thighs deliciously. His skin as deeply tanned. His eyes sparkle in the candlelight. 

"My pet, you've returned to me again." His voice wraps me in its warm embrace. My body responds involuntarily, the electric pulses increasing in voltage. "We both know you are oversexed, yet you return for more." His gargantuan hand caresses my cheek with skin as soft as a baby. I moan silently. His hand slides down my neck and over both of my tits at once, smooth skin rubbing the exposed and excited nipples. His pinkie tugs the chain gently, causing not pain but an explosion of pleasure through me. My hips pump forward on their own, I am about to orgasm. 

"How should we play this evening? Will it be women, or men? Will it be both? Will you fuck someone your heart desires? Or will you be raped by someone you detest? What will you choose?" His voice penetrates me, his soft hand moving over my constricted midriff and rubbing against my smooth panties. Two large fingers slide between my legs, gently caressing me. My hips move, grinding me against him as he smiles down at me. Tidal waves of pleasure crash through me. I'm moaning and sighing without sound, in need of release. He stops. 

"So my pet, you leave the choice to me. How delightful." His voice is an aphrodisiac, it draws me to him. I want to have him, know I must possess him, that the only thing I'll ever need is him. He sits in the chair, throwing a leg casually over the arm and letting me see the outline of my desire, his beautiful massive cock. " I think we'll start with a woman." His smile pierces me, sending more pleasure through me. He waves his hand and points behind me. 

A black silk covered king size bed is suspended in air over the candles. On it is a beautiful naked woman, a combination of all the women I've known. My mother and sister, Debbie, Jennifer, Suzanne, Melissa, Sarah, Karen and a thousand others. My panties disappear as I am transported to the soft surface. My cock is bigger and thicker than I've known it, 10 in. long and too thick for my hand to fit around. I have no pubic hair, but a tight fitting cock ring around the base of my shaft and balls.

The nymph takes me into her mouth, her talented soft lips and eager tongue working on my oversized pole. I try to watch, but can't pull my eyes from The Giant. His eyes are hooded and his smile gentle, his hand rubs slowly across the length of his giant cock. The nymph's mouth is like liquid fire surrounding me, each touch of her tongue driving me to the edge of an orgasm. I lay on my back and she releases me from her mouth and wraps her small, silky hands around my slick shaft and begins to pump. My eyes roll back in my head and my hips thrust wildly as I orgasm without cumming. The Giant, the object of my obsession, laughs loudly. 

The nymph straddles my hips and guides the engorged purple head between the softest lips I've ever experienced. She is so hot and tight and she slides completely down, her hips riding my pelvis. The muscles of her pussy contract and milk me, pussy fluid escaping her covering my skin. Her mouth covers mine, kissing me deeply, her tongue exploring and taunting me. Her fingers pulling my nipple rings as she kneads my soft bosom. I'm lost in a sea of pleasure, The Giant's voice fills me. "She's just what you wanted, isn't she?" My eyes on him, I moan into the nymph's mouth as I nod. The nymph is riding me to an earth shattering orgasm. Her body a blur moving up and down my cock, friction increasing by the second, her muscles pulling me ever deeper into her. My entire body spasms as orgasm after orgasm flow over and through me, but I do not cum. I gasp for air as my body recovers . 

"My pet, the evening has only begun. Your body has never been sated. Tonight it will be." His voice vibrates through my flesh, giving me goosebumps. The nymph is gone. There is a handsome black man kneeling at my feet. I drag my eyes from The Giant and look him over. He's beautiful, lean and muscular, absolutely black, with a cock the length of my forearm standing out from his groin. As I smile at him, he begins to separate and becomes two identical men. One bends and begins to kiss my feet, I feel his lips through the magic material, my body responds immediately. As I watch him I see my cock disappear. My hand instinctively covers my groin, my middle finger slides over a clit and between two wet warm lips. I have a pussy! I looked to The Giant who smiles and nods, lightly stroking his massive tool. I feel my juices flow as a hand gently lifts my head. 

The second twin is kneeling next to me, his dark cock head inches from my of red lips. My lips part as he guides his meat into my mouth. He keeps pushing slowly, my throat opens and takes him completely in. His balls rest heavily on my chin, his pubes tickle the tip of my nose. His twin has moved to my thighs, kissing and nipping and kneading the soft flesh. His tongue touches my pussy, my hips buck against it. The cock in my mouth is slowly withdrawn until only the head rests on my tongue. I swirl around it and it begins to drive back into me, down the length of my tongue and into my throat. Two fingers slide between my lips, my muscles grip them tightly, and slowly fuck me. Tiny explosions start in my groin and began to travel through my body. 

The fingers are taken from inside me and replaced by a hot hard cock head. It pushes, slowly, my body opening for it and surrounding it tightly. The cock in my mouth continues its long journey from my lips to deep in my throat and back, I milk it and caress it with my mouth and tongue. The explosions in my body intensify as I feel pressure in my pussy. "You are a virgin." The Giant chuckles. I feel my hymen pop painlessly and a cock slide completely into me, hips slapping my spread thighs. I moan around the pole in my mouth and rock into the twin fucking me. 

The cock is withdrawn from my mouth, the beautiful black man straddles my chest. His twin ravaging my pussy is driving me crazy with lust. He takes the chain in his fingers and pulls hard, stretching my nipples to the breaking point. Pleasure explodes from my buds through my tits, and into my core. My muscles grip the cock fucking me harder, increasing the sensation from each thrust. Hands grab the outside of my breasts and the glorious black cock slides between them. They're crushed together as the cock begins to fuck them, its head bumping against my chin. I bend my head down and open my mouth, taking in his velvety knob with each stroke. My orgasm builds slowly, inexorably. It starts in my pussy and spreads, like an avalanche, through every part of my body. All of my muscles and nerves erupt together from the glorious release. Juice flows from my pussy, my breasts and nipples tingle electrically, my lips tremble. 

The twins are kneeling on either side of my head and jerking off. First one cock head then the other is fed into my waiting mouth, pleasured by my tongue and lips and removed. Fingers are rubbing my clit. The chain connecting my nipples is being pulled and twisted. Another orgasm is only a moment away. The cock in my mouth swells and explodes, filling me with the tastiest cum. It spasms and jerks as it delivers its nectar. It is replaced by the second, which slides effortlessly down my throat to deposit its seed. I swallow, feeling its warmth in my belly as it pumps more and more into me. Spent, the cock is withdrawn, the twins melded to one and vanish. I am alone on my suspended bed. I look at The Giant . 

"Is my pet having fun? Is she ready for her next fantasy?" He has unbuttoned his jeans and slid them down to his knees. His cock stands between us, long and thick and veiny. The dark red head is seeping precum as he slowly strokes its magnificent length. "What shall it be?" I want to say you, The Giant, but no sound escapes me. His eyes twinkle and his free hand waves. 

I feel my pussy close and my cock begin to grow again. I watch as it grows to 5, 7,10 finally 12 in. It's even thicker than before, the cock ring materializing to grip it tightly. I feel it pulsing. I'm impossibly hard. The magic material of my outfit is pumping sexual energy into my body. Smoke circles around me and disappears, leaving a naked man behind. It's a boy from college, a real asshole, someone I loath, Mr. high and mighty, here for my pleasure. I want to use and abuse him, fuck him hard and toss him away. The Giant knows this. I smile at Him, he returns it and continues to stroke his magnificence, slowly. 

I crawl to Mr. high and mighty's head and put my hand under his chin, squeezing his jaw hard with the nails of my thumb and forefinger. His lips part and I jam my head into his mouth. I take two handfuls of hair and push my entire cock into his virgin mouth and throat. I feel him gag and retch around it. That only spurs me on. I fuck him savagely, never pausing to give him any relief. I see the tears rolling down his cheeks and smile. I fuck him harder, feeling his wet mouth and tongue fighting against me, his forehead banging the against my belly. I want to cum in his mouth. His tearful eyes plead for me to stop. Another orgasm swells inside me. My balls tightening, a white curtain of pleasure descending over my eyes, I watch my cock disappearing between Mr. high and mighty lips. The cock ring vanishes and I can feel the cum boiling into my cock. I lock my hands behind his head and bury myself in him as I explode down his throat. His gagging milks my oversized head as I shoot more and more and more into him. My cock is not getting soft and I want to rape his ass. 

I looked down at him, my broken little cock whore while I pull my still hard dick out of his abused mouth. The cock ring has returned, I grab the base of my shaft and slap him on the face with the wet head. He's crying and sobbing, mixing his tears with the cum and saliva on my head. I crawl between his legs as he gets on all fours, his pathetic little dick hard between his thighs. Evil thoughts fill my brain, I grab his hips and push my head against his brown opening. I use my knees to pry his legs further apart then thrust forward, stuffing his bowels. His mouth opens and emits a silent scream of pain. I love that . His asshole is so tight it feels like it will shear my dick off. I pause to grab his hair again for leverage, then fuck him mercilessly, riding his clenching hole with long powerful strokes. His body betrays him, he likes it, he likes the giant dick pumping into him. He's rocking back to meet my thrusts, he's wiggling his hips to feel more. His little dick is spraying cum down his thighs, he's moaning like a girl. I pull out of his behind and yank his head around, shoving my dick back into his throat. 

My eyes meet The Giant's, we smile at each other as he lifts his free hand. The cock ring vanishes again. I sit back on my heels, taking my entire length from his now willing mouth and begin to jerk off. Mr. high and mighty is on his stomach, his hands taking the place of mine on my shaft, pumping furiously. My cock head is brushing his open lips, I smile at The Giant as the familiar tightness begins again. I feel it building, drawing its power from everywhere and concentrated in my nuts. Mr. high and mighty the cock whore wants it desperately. It rushes through me and out of me. Rope after rope of cum blast from the scarlet head, filling his mouth and covering his face. He's licking and swallowing as fast as he can but he can't keep up. The cum shower finally ends, my big cock still hard, Mr. high and mighty's cum covered face slowly fades away. I fall forward on to the bed, my nipples tingle from silk rubbing them. 

"That was extraordinary my pet. If you wanted to you could fuck him for an eternity, he needs you that badly . " The all encompassing voice vibrates in my heightened nerves, making my nipples and cock pulse . "What is my pets' fancy this time? Does she want to be gang banged? I would enjoy watching that." His smile is broad and blinding, his hand moving at a blistering pace on his cock. " I see, my pet, what your true fantasy is. I will grant it. I will make love to you. You will orgasm repeatedly from my manipulations."

He lifts his immense body out of the chair, his head rising slowly as he fixes me with his seductive brown eyes. I sit back and cross my legs, admiring his magnificent body, feeling lust swelling inside me, my mouth becoming slick with anticipation. He takes three steps to the edge of the bed, his 2 ft. cock draws me towards it. "Would my pet like to be herself, or a whole woman?" His head cocks slightly to the side, his eyes looking into me. "I see. As you wish, my pet." I wish to remain me. His large hands slide under my arms, his thumbs covering and pressing my nipples into my chest, and lift me off the bed. 

His kiss was magical, sending a wave of pleasure from my lips through my body. His tongue slid gently in, filling my mouth more than any cock ever had. It snakes over my lips, across my tongue and down my throat. He flicked the tip of it, sending incredible shocks of pleasure directly to my sex. I throw my arms around his neck and let him fuck my mouth with his tongue, sucking and teasing the tip before he thrusts it back into me. My body tenses, I orgasm explosively from deep throating his tongue, my hips bucking against his hard stomach, my legs twitching against his pelvis. I do not cum . 

He breaks the kiss and lifts me higher, covering both of my inflated breasts with his mouth. I try to watch, the orgasmic veil slowly lifting from my eyes. His magic tongue wraps completely around my breasts, the tip gliding across the hypersensitive nipples. The chain is being tugged regularly sending bolts of white pleasure into me. His smooth teeth begin to nibble on my buds, his tongue pulling the chain. Electric shock explodes from my breasts and fills my body. My eyes press shut, my head falls back, my body spasms in orgasm again. I do not cum. 

I'm laid gently on my back in the middle of the bed, its silk covering caressing me. The Giant wraps the small chain around his index finger and continues to tug, pulling my nipples impossibly far above my tits, keeping me on the edge of another orgasm. He brings his face close to my engorged cock, an evil smile dances across his lips as they part, his magic tongue snaking around my cock from tip to base. It coils and uncoils around my shaft. Hot and wet, it pulses with his heart beat. His eyes never leave mine. He slides his tongue around my cock again and again, the tip flicking my balls . It's more than I can handle. My fingers dig into the bed, my back arching, my hips thrusting into the air, his hot tongue constricting around my rapidly swelling member. I explode again, losing all control, the most powerful orgasm I've ever felt. I silently scream into the darkness. I do not cum.

A giant hand slides under my back and gently rolls me over. His two massive silky hands caress my soft ass and slide down my legs, pulling them apart. "Is my pet ready for her pleasure?" I pull my elbows underneath me and look over my shoulder, his massive beautiful face inches from my small soft ass. His hands are stroking and massaging my thighs, his index fingers reach up and part my cheeks. I watch the pink tongue slide between his lips and touch my rose bud anus. It slides back and forth, from the base of my sack to the cleft of my cheeks and back. He's concentrating on my opening now, applying more and more pressure with his magical tongue. I relax and feel it enter me, thin and worm like to start, sliding deeper and deeper inside me. He's smiling at me. I feel it start expanding, filling every crevice, it continues to expand, stretching my innards deliciously. It begins to pull out, leaving a void of wanting inside. 




Dream



I'm mesmerized watching my obsession, overwhelmed with the pleasure his magic tongue is giving me. He slides almost completely out, I flex my muscles, trying to hold it in. It swells again and slowly pushes back into me. The Giant, my ultimate desire, knows all of my wants and needs. His tongue swells again and he begins to fuck me with it. Slowly at first, increasing imperceptibly with each thrust. I spread my legs further, my eyes press shut again, my head lolls between my shoulders, forehead resting on the soft sheet, I bring the small chain to my mouth and begin teasing my own nipples. The first spasm clenches every muscle, jerking my head up and pulling deliciously at my nipples, increasing the ferocity of the second spasm. I'm overcome with pleasure, wave upon wave surges from my ass to the bottom of my feet and the top of my head. The Giant is fucking me with blinding speed, his tongue filling me repeatedly, stretching me further, leaving me wanting more. My arms are shaking, I'm trying to tug the chain as fast as possible to add to the mind splitting orgasm coursing through me. I do not cum.

The magical tongue slows down and stops, deflates to almost nothing and slides out of me. I'm lying face down on the bed, sucking air in shallow draws, my body slowly coming down from the amazing high. The chain is still on my mouth, I tug it lightly with my tongue, keeping small kernels of pleasure fed into the orgasmic fire. His mammoth hands press lightly on my stomach and back and turn me over again. His beautiful face hovers over me as he slowly lifts my shoulders. "My pet, your real pleasure is about to begin." He pulls me to the edge of the bed, my black clad legs dangling into space, leaning back on my hands. "Open your pretty lips my pet." He drags an immense finger across my bottom lip, then pushes it through. It's bigger than most cocks I've had, and it tastes delicious. I suck his finger, bobbing up and down, feeling it tickle the back of my throat. 

The chain is being pulled lightly as he removes his finger. I look up at The Giant. His smile warms me, his eyes fill me with lust. I feel its heat before I see it. Its weight rests on the base of my neck, silky soft and blazingly hot. His hand covers the back of my head, surrounding my braid, fingers down between my shoulder blades, thumb under my chin from lifting my face. "Do not be afraid, my pet, I will not hurt you. Enjoy it."The monstrous head slides up my neck, leaving a damp trail, over my chin and presses against my lips. I'm not afraid, it's as thick as my calf and almost half my height, and I want it all. Gently the hand on my back pushes, my lips part and my obsession fills my mouth. 

My jaw opens wider than I thought possible as The Giant, towering over me, pushes his hips forward, feeding my willing and wanting lips, mouth and throat. There is no discomfort, no pain, I do not struggle to breathe. I just take more and more. I feel the head behind my collar bones, traveling down. I take more and more until his apple size balls rest on my tits, my nose blanketed with the musky scent of his beautiful skin. "I am impressed, my pet." His soft thumb glides across my face."Is my pet ready for more pleasure?" His cock begins to give off electric pulses, feeding them directly into my core. I squirm and my cock begins to twitch. "My pet likes that." He has a wicked, playful smile, his brown eyes twinkle with lust. His hips draw back, pulling his pleasure stick out of me, slowly. Now forward again, going even deeper. 

"Will my pet pleasure me?" My answer is to slide my tongue around the underside of the massive shaft, my eyes on his. His hips begin to roll, his cock sliding up my throat and out of my mouth completely, just the tip of the head touching my lips before pushing back into me, filling me delightfully full. My cock is throbbing and I tug at the chain viciously, pulling and stretching my nipples, sending more and more pleasure into me, heaping it upon the pleasure The Giant is giving me. His strokes are long and powerful, the energy he gives off builds the deeper his cock goes, pulsing at the bottom, making my pumped up tits and tortured nipples explode from the inside. I orgasm, a low guttural hum surrounds him. His brown eyes go wide, his hips move faster. The orgasms intensifies as his speed increases. Faster and faster he fills my mouth and throat, the pulses coming in rapid succession, my orgasms intensifies, my cock burns. I grab it hard and jerk off fanatically. I do not cum.

The Giant is moving with maniacal speed, my mouth and throat now the world's biggest pussy, his cock keeping me perpetually over the edge of controlling my orgasms. They wash over me, each one more intense, lasting longer until they blend into one continuous indescribable eruption of pleasure. "I think my pet is ready." My obsession is looking at me lovingly and slowly taking his dick from my mouth. He can read my mind, he knows what I want. His large hands lift me off the bed and hold me high above him. I swing my legs around his sides as he lowers me onto his spit slicked cock. The boiling head pushes against my needing balls, I slide hand between my legs and push it back until it presses against my ass. He drops me gently onto him, opening my channel slowly, wider and wider. Energy pulses inside me, my muscles contract around his glorious, massive cock head. 

I'm laid on my back, The Giant leans over me and pulls my legs up to his chest. The heels of my supernatural boots dig into the bottom of his pecs. He wraps a finger around the chain and brings his face close to mine. Smiling beautifully his tongue snakes out and gently traces over my lips. He is suddenly inside me, electrifying cock all the way up my behind, tongue deep in my throat, pulling the chain, and my tender buds, high into the air. I gasp into his tongue and explode. Waves of pleasure crash through me, my body thrashes about, fingernails dig into his strong forearms, legs quaking against the massive chest. He holds me there momentarily, then fucks me hard. I do not cum.

I am not prepared for his pleasurable assault. My breath runs out of me, I'm completely overstimulated, I simply can't handle it all. But I don't want to stop. I need it, I want it, I love every second of it. Energy courses through me, I can no longer feel my legs or arms. I only feel my lips and tongue and throat, my ass and my nipples. They pour heat into me, stoking the raging fire of my nonstop orgasm. I slowly open my eyes and focus on his beautiful large face. His brown eyes shine at me, his delicious lips part in a huge smile as his magic tongue slides across my lips and tongue, pumping into my mouth. He lifts my head and I watch as his hips drive his gargantuan electrified cock in and out of me. My numb legs fully uselessly around him, changing his angle allowing him to fuck me more deeply. His tongue and cock move in rhythm, faster and faster, going deeper and deeper until it almost feels as though they touched and came together in my belly. 

" My pet, you've given me the ultimate pleasure, now I give you the ultimate reward."His voice was soft and soothing, surrounding me and caressing me. His tongue swells as he slowly removes it, filling me one last time. He's pressing my thighs wide open and fucking me brutally fast. He stops, buried completely in me, his cock swelling to twice its normal, inhuman width. My cock ring vanishes, all the pent-up sexual energy explodes out of my balls and up my shaft, a seismic release rocks me. My eyes snap shut. Cum gushes out, shooting high into the blackness. The Giant is fucking me again, slowly, feeling my asshole squeezing him tighter with each shot. I cum forever, coating my tits and face. All of the semen that lands on my corset magically disappears. The eruption finally stops and my eyes open again. The Giant his leaning over me smiling. His large fingers began to collect my cum, feeding it to me and fucking my mouth with his digits. He is still slowly pumping my ass. He finishes cleaning my chest and face and returns his hand to the small gold chain. 

He starts pulling the chain lightly, quickly, and slowly pulls his magnificent cock from my behind. He climbs onto the bed, straddling my tiny body and feeds me his inflated dick. It's much thicker than earlier, but slides easily over my lips and, tongue swirling over it momentarily, down my throat. The Giant, my obsession, spasms once and pulls me off the mattress by my nipples. I feel no pain as cum fills me. He pours gallons into me. I have no trouble drinking it all. The Giant holds me by the chain and slowly pulls his cock out, still gushing cum. He stops with only his head in my mouth and feeds me the last of his seed. It is the most of delicious taste you can imagine. I swallow and he releases the chain, I fall back on to the bed. My eyes travel up and up and up to his beautiful face. 

"Sleep my pet, and visit me soon."

Morning

My eyes open to a sunlit apartment, the busy city streets filling the air with noise. My T-shirt is twisted and hiked up above my breasts, hard nipples throb painfully. I've slept in a giant wet spot of my own making, my panties saturated with cum. I have a raging hard on. I smile as I climb out of bed and walk to the shower, stripping my clothes off on the way. I turn the water on hot and step in, grab the bottle of liquid soap and squirt some into my hand. I grab my cock and slide my greasy hands over it rapidly. My orgasm buckles my knees.



Dream



It's an unusually hot July night. I'm lying in bed - alone. Listening to soft music, eyes closed, naked. Air from the nearby fan caresses my hot skin. We spent the day together, then had to take our separate ways home. Now the memories are filling my head and I smile to myself. The day was beautiful, albeit short, as is any time we spend together. I glance in the mirror across from the bed - my long blond hair has fallen across the pillow - wisps of hair occasionally get caught in the breeze from the fan. My skin is glowing from being in the sun.

I reach over to the lamp and turn it off. The room remains dimly lit by the yard light outside my window. I stare at the shadows on the ceiling for a few minutes before closing my eyes again. I see your face in my mind as I last saw it, drawing away from our kiss goodbye. I imagine that I can feel your arms holding me tight to your body, your lips are on my shoulder . . . and how it takes my breath away. I want to pull you close to me and never let you go.

Resting my hand on my stomach, I feel the heat that radiates from my body. In my twilight sleep I imagine that you are here - next to the bed - you're watching me. You're leaning against the headboard, one hand touching my head, fingers slowly slipping through the length of my hair . . . Taking a deep breath I slowly exhale, relaxing into the mood that's easing over me. You whisper to me and I respond to your bidding. Moving my hand slowly up to the swell of my breasts, lightly grazing my fingertips over my nipples, the response is quick. My hands continue to my neck and into my hair. I stretch, arching my back, stretching my tired muscles. My hands make their way back downward, pausing at my breasts and awakening my barely concealed passion. Nipples responding again to my caresses. You murmur your approval . . . I continue to caress my breasts, exciting my nipples with one hand, while the other hand trails down my body to my inner thighs. I part my legs slightly, allowing just enough room for my fingertips to slip between them. Again you whisper your encouragement, and I'm losing myself in your demands. I will do whatever you ask me, whatever pleases you. I cannot describe exactly how this makes me feel, at first, self-conscious, then the exhibitionist in me slowly exerts herself and I find that I want to show you all you want to see. I want you to be pleased with the performance you command.

You walk to the end of the bed and take my ankles in each hand, slowly and easily spreading my legs apart, you don't want any part of me hidden from your admiring eyes.

My fingers move further down, parting my lips, tickling and teasing. My nerves are tingling. You instruct me to use both hands - licking my fingers first, and inserting them, I feel warm wetness, fingers sliding in easily. My wet fingers touch and explore the soft folds, light little circles on the sweet nub - my breathing is quick and shallow.

I feel your lips tease my nipples - barely brushing them, keeping them erect and aching for your attentive kisses. Craving your tongues' teasing, licking...

My fingers quicken before I feel you grasp my wrists and firmly pull my hands over my head. You use a nearby scarf to bind my wrists to the headboard. My legs spread . . . you climb between them and lower your head - your lips playing with me, occasionally your tongue licks quickly. I want more and try to put my hips closer, but you pull away each time I try to get closer. I begin to moan - begging for your tongue, your kisses, that special maneuver that drives me wild.

You're moving, I feel the length of your body against mine, pressing me down onto the bed. I look into your eyes and wrap my legs around you, we kiss, a tender, deep, soul-searching kiss. We take our time, prolonging our pleasure. Moving to each others' rhythm, silence is broken by our demanding lovemaking, moans of rapture slip into the air.

I believe you want me, to touch me, to take me and you do. I can't get enough, I never will. We make it last as long as we can, however, it's still over too soon. But we enjoy touching and caressing still, lovemaking never ends abruptly with us...it's ongoing...and we enjoy every second of quiet delight.



Dream a Little Dream



Sitting there with you in the quiet room, thinking about my options, was almost more than I could stand. You had asked me several days ago if I was interested in trying something new. Of course with you, I'm always willing. You had just smile that sweet smile and told it would come soon and hopefully I would like it.

Ever since that day I've been hot with anticipation every time we're alone together. But so far things had been normal. Well, as normal as it gets for two people as in lust as us.

We had eaten dinner and were sitting down watching a movie and you told me you needed to run to the bathroom, but not to pause the movie. So I was just sitting in my favorite chair, intent on the TV when it happened.

Suddenly everything went dark and I felt you behind me as something wrapped around my head. My hands went to my face immediately but you said, "No, kitten, don't touch. If you try to take it off, the game is over."

Slowly I let my hands fall back onto my lap as I felt you tie the blindfold firmly at the back of my head. I could see very little light through the fabric and nothing else.

"Stand up," you commanded, in a voice I'd never heard from you before.

Slowly I stood, unsure of what I was to do next. You spoke again, but now from in front of me. "These are the rules, they're very simple. You're not to take off the blindfold, or even touch it. You're not to move or to speak without my permissions, but once I give an order I expect instant results. Is this clear?" 

I was frozen in place. Heat rushed through my body as I listened to what you said. This was all new to me in reality, but in fantasy, I knew what was going on. I nodded.

Sharply I felt your fingers grab my nipple and pinch, enough to make sure I was paying attention. "When I ask you a question, you will consider this a command to use your voice, not gestures. I want to hear you say it."

"Yes, I understand," my voice was soft and throaty.

"Ah, better, much better." I could almost hear you laughing. "Now, take off your shirt."

Slowly my hands began to unbutton my shirt and I was surprised to find them steady. As if they knew what to expect. I pushed the shirt off my shoulders and stood in front of you, breasts lifted by my favorite bra. It's a warm, peachy color with half cups and I wondered if my nipples were showing.

"Now, the pants."

I slid out of my pants, grazing them over my hips and down my long legs. Now you could see that I'd finally given into your request to get at least one g-string and this left me wearing almost nothing.

"Very nice," you whispered in my ear, making me jump. "Did you wear these just for me?"

"You know I did, " I whispered back, somewhat embarrassed.

"Don't be impudent, now!" you growled as I felt your fingers tweak my other nipple. This time you did laugh at my gasp of breath. "But it is a lovely picture, I must say."

With those words I was suddenly self-conscious. And I knew you were walking all the way around me, you touched me just often enough to assure me of it.

"What an ass." You said as your fingers took the thin string at the top and gave it a gentle tug. I whimpered as I felt my panties slip deeper into the crack of my rear and wedge slightly between my outer lips.

As you admired your work from behind, you asked me what was wrong and I explained about the discomfort my panties were causing me.

"We wouldn't want that, now would we?" Your calm voice was mocking as you walked in front of me. It sounded like you were getting on your knees, but I wasn't sure. You slid a finger from each hand underneath the g-string and ran them down the satin fabric. I gave a small sigh as the pressure was removed from my pussy. I would have known better if I could have seen the smile on your face. You then deliberately pushed the fabric back into me and slowly stroked my clit through the fabric. The other hand went behind me and pulled the string even deeper into my ass.

"What did I say about my rules?" You asked me softly. "I did something and you failed to accept it. Do you want me to stop?" All this time your finger continued to fondle the tiny nub of my clit and I knew my panties were wet by now. 

"I...no." I finally answered.

"I didn't think so."

The darkness made me somewhat frantic and I licked my lips. I could feel my nostrils flare as if I could smell your intentions. Of course, I couldn't, but these motions were out of my control. I didn't know what to expect now.

Suddenly I felt your mouth near my ear, hot, tiny licks at the lobe. Between licks you spoke to me with little puffs of air, just the kind of thing that leaves me weak in the knees. "On...your...knees." Swaying I almost feel and I felt myself get even wetter. Obediently I dropped to my knees.

"Open your mouth." You sounded so calm, almost uninvolved but I obeyed, understanding this part. I felt your hard cock on my lower lip and my tongue darted out for a quick lick. You pulled back slightly to tell me, "Don't suck, just lick." And I felt you again.

With quick, short licks I started to get your cock wet. I could feel it get even harder beneath my soft touches. I nuzzled down and started to give the same attention to your balls, then worked back to the tip with long, slow strokes.

I could feel you start to push against me, into my mouth, but I continued to do just as you'd asked me too.

Finally, in a somewhat less calm voice, you told me I could now suck you, but forbid me to use my hands.

Willingly I took you into my mouth and closed over just the head. With gentle suction I held you there as I ran my tongue over and around your cockhead. I drew my head back and you came out of my mouth with a soft pop. Opening wide again, I took your entire length into my warm mouth. Sucking firmly I pulled away from you, all the time swirling my tongue along the hard shaft.

I was barely aware of you above me making the occasional soft sigh. When your hand came to rest in my hair, my awareness increased somewhat, but it was not until you twined your hand through my hair and gave a full yank that you had my full attention once more.

I felt bereft as you pulled away from me and my tongue could not be still.

"You love this don't you?" you rasped. On your knees before me, a cock in your mouth. Don't you?" You continued to tug on my hair and the feeling went straight through me.

"Yes, I love it, I love sucking you," I managed to gasp.

"Then finish it." You demanded and thrust your cock back into my hot mouth.

Almost frantically I began sucking again, drawing your entire length into my mouth and back out again. I kept a good amount of suction going and felt you draw in and your cock begin to twitch.

Both hands were buried in my thick hair as you pushed even deeper into my mouth and held yourself there. I felt your hot cum spurt into my mouth as I continued to suck you. After the final spasm I gave you one last stroke before pulling away and swallowing.

After several deep breaths you started to stroke my hair. "Such a good little kitten. I wonder if I can make you purr."

"Stand up!" you commanded.

I did as I was told and as I stood before you, I could feel my wetness, feel my soaked panties. You trailed a hand over my body, touching my shoulders, my stomach, the curve of my hip and I wondered what was expected of me now. Then you hands came to rest on my hips, you were behind me now, and you slowly started to pull my g-string down. "Spread your legs a little," you told me and again I obeyed without hesitation.

I felt an easing of pressure as the string and crotch of my panties was pulled away. You continued to draw them down until they were at my ankles. Gently you helped me step of out of them.

Within a moment I felt your mouth on my right breast, licking and tasting the skin not covered by my bra. I felt your tongue flicker over my nipple, surprisingly still covered. The nipple got hard as I enjoyed the attention. Then you pushed the cup down that tiny bit and I felt your tongue on my nipple. Gently you closed your teeth over it and began to bite me.

Unable to control myself I pushed forward towards you the tiniest bit. Immediately you stopped. Using your fingers to flick my nipple, you said, "I tell you when to move, not you. Don't disappoint me again."

"No, no I won't," I stammered.

Your mouth went back to work, this time on the left breast. I was clenching my jaw, reminding myself not to move.

Unexpectedly, your hand was on my knee, slowly moving up my thigh. I held my breath as you got closer to the hot center of me, but you continued to tease and ran your fingers back down the other leg.

"Spread your legs," you instructed. 

After I'd done so, I could feel the fluid trickling down my thigh. You were driving me crazy and any second you were going to have proof of it.

Biting my lip against the need to thrust myself, I waited. Your mouth continued its torment of my nipples, back and forth.

Then without warning I felt a finger slip through my wet slit. This brought a sharp whimper from my lips and I struggled to remain still. Slowly you moved through my wetness, doing nothing more than teasing me again.

"You're very wet, kitten. Tell me, do you like my game?"

"Yes." The word was like a breath, low as a sigh. I heard you moving but wasn't sure what was happening.

"Now, I know you, and know you'll never manage silence for this. Plus I like hearing your voice anyway, so feel free to tell me how good it feel. But don't move." As you spoke I could feel your hot breath on my clit and knew you must have knelt before me.

With tiny licks you found my clit and I felt the walls of my pussy tighten. Just as I was forcing my self to breathe and relax you slid a finger into me. A moan broke from my throat. Sliding out a bit you slid a second, then third finger into my dripping pussy. I wanted to grind myself onto them so badly, I felt like I was suspended on your hand.

Your tongue continued to dance over my clit as I gasped for breath. Then you started to curl your fingers forward and were stroking my g-spot. I cried out, "oh god!" and you stroked me faster. I could feel myself tightening and was sure you could too. Suddenly you pulled away from me and stood to take my shoulders and turn me around. 

You quickly pushed me forward over the back of the couch. My ass was pushing up as you pulled my breasts completely out of my bra cups. You grabbed a nipple in each hand and I could feel my wetness on your hands.

As I was focused on your hands I was surprised to feel your cock plunge into me. I was so wet there was almost no resistance, just a feeling of fullness.

You grabbed my hips and started stroking you cock in and out of my pussy. My moans and cries had merged together into one long cry of need. You leaned over me and spoke quietly. "Touch yourself. Rub your clit as I fuck you."

Relief at being able to move flooded through me as I moved to carry out your latest command. With a sign I started to rub myself as your cock pushed deep into me before drawing almost entirely out. Again and again you plunged into me as my hand started to move faster.

The walls of my pussy began to get tighter and tighter as my fingers flew over my clit. Now I could not control myself any longer and I began pushing back to meet your strokes, wanting you even deeper inside me.

Forgetting all the rules I pushed my ass back towards you and cried out, "Harder, fuck me harder."

Somewhat out of control yourself you sank your fingers into my flesh and pulled me onto you. You cock was pounding into me and my fingers kept the pace as I felt my orgasm draw near. Our panting breath filled the room with the sound of our bodies coming together.

Deep inside me the wave broke and I cried out, "Ooh, I'm going to cum." You didn't even slow down, just kept slamming into me. As I started to cum, my walls drew on your cock and squeezed you tight.

With a final hard thrust you buried yourself in my twitching cunt and let go. I could feel your cock jerking inside me as my body started to relax. You pulled away and stood up. My hands reached towards the blindfold, but gently you slapped them away, saying, "What do you think you're doing? I will take it off when I'm done with you, and I assure you, I'm not done yet."



Dream a Little Dream



I awoke to what I thought was an average day for me. Well average except for the fact that I woke up from one of the most sensual dreams I have had in my life. You know the kind don't you? The kind that makes you wonder if it was just a dream or real. The kind that makes you ache deep inside with longing for the dream to become a reality. Yeah, that is exactly the kind of dream it was.

Bushing aside the thoughts of the night, I reach above the headboard and peel back the curtains to let in the soft golden light of the morning. Part of me hoping that the stark contrast would chase away the lingering feelings from my vivid dreams. Reaching across the night stand I turn off my alarm and plant both feet firmly on the floor arching my back like a cat to shrug off the last vestiges of sleep.

I stand and being my morning routine. Moving toward the shower I feel a tenderness deep inside of my loins like I had been aggressively fucked the night before, just as I recall from my dream. I redouble my efforts to throw off the lingering dream and step into the shower as I toss my night gown and panties into the hamper and reach for the shower control to begin the outpouring of warm soft water over my body.

I close my eyes and let the water caress my body. As it runs softly over every inch of my petite body I become aware that my skin is strangely sensitive. It's as though just moments ago the man in my dreams had actually been working my body over, squeezing every ounce of sensation from the nerve endings that pulsed just beneath my flesh.

It would be so easy to lose myself here in the shower and I have to refocus my mind to stop my hands from wandering over my already vulnerable body to heighten my near orgasmic state. It's strange that this dream has affected me so. I have had sexy dreams before but this one seemed so real. I briskly twist the shower control to shut off the flow of water and I open the shower door fumbling for the towel and begin drying myself off. 

I finish quickly and then move to the dressing area to select something soft and lacy to wear underneath my normal business attire.

The feeling of my soft undergarments rekindles the sensitivity of my flesh, and as I begin to button my top I notice my nipples are hard and protruding. I finish with my morning ritual as the dream fades and I am able to move more quickly, which is good because this dream could easily make me late for work.

I step into my bright airy kitchen and pour my first cup of coffee and with the first sip the dream is almost completely gone from my mind now. I quick bite for breakfast and I am ready to step out into the world as an everyday average man even though deep inside I am a woman longing for the right man to make me his girl. I think to myself that is all I need a man like the one in my dreams to make me his own.

I slide into my car turn the ignition and quickly pull out into traffic and head toward the office. I glance at the clock and notice I am running just a few minutes behind normal. Sure hope the traffic isn't bad into Seattle. The boss won't like my being late 2 times in the same week.

As luck would have it I make good time on the Interstate and pull into the parking garage right on time. I think to myself you were lucky this time Gary, I had no idea just how lucky I was about to become.

I pull into my usual parking slot and step from my car moving deliberately toward the elevators which will take me to my office. But out of the corner of my eye there was a person I have never seen before parking in one of the executive slots close to the elevators. I think to myself sure would be nice to park that close and make that kind of money too.

As I pass his car the most gorgeous specimen of a man steps from his Lexis. The smell of his cologne and the leather from his interior makes me more then a little week in the knees. I smile at him and we nod that odd little nod that guys exchange when they meet. You know the nod, the one that says "Hi there, I'm too cool to be normal and say hi, I'll just nod at you so no one will think I am anything less then a man."

I move past him and although dieing to get another glimpse at his chiseled good looks I don't dare turn back. I press the elevator button and wait for the doors to open. 

"Just keep your focus on the elevator Gary," I tell myself as I become aware of his presence in the alcove.

I know if I don't focus he will become aware that my interest in him is more then what a normal average guy's would be. And not a soul here is aware of my deep inner longings nor am I sure I am ready for them to know either. Luckily the doors open quickly and I step inside thinking I am safe now, after all the executive floors are upstairs and my office is down from this parking level. But to my surprise at the last second this mystery man steps into the small space of the elevator as the doors close.

I reach out and press two for my floor then fumble to ask him which floor he wants. 

He smiles and says "Why I am going to the same floor as you!" 

As I look at him I can't help but notice he has the deepest, bluest eyes God has ever graced the earth with. I could so get lost in those eyes!!! I smile at him then look away. Can't look too long Gary he might think something is out of place.

The elevator begins with a jolt and I am caught off guard, causing me to bump into him ever so slightly. I look up at him to apologize and I notice he is suddenly staring at my shirt. Instinctively I adjust my jacket. I am sure he couldn't possibly notice my soft lacy bra that I selected this morning, but just the way he looked at my shirt made me do it. 

I mumble an apology and he smiles saying something about its ok and he almost lost his balance as the car began to move himself

"By the way my name is Jack, what's yours?"

"Gary I say as I extend my hand," not sure if I can handle the feel of his strong hand in mine. He grips my hand firmly and gives it a strong tug. 

Nice to meet you Gary. This is my first day here and it's nice to know we have such nice friendly people working here. 

I smile at him and say thanks not really sure what he really said, my thoughts were still jumbled from the strong feel of his firm handshake.

"So are you a family man Gary, he asks?"

"No Jack I'm not married, I suppose I just haven't met the right person yet. What about you, I suppose you're married right?"

"Me?" Jack says. "Naw, I guess we are in the same boat, just haven't met the right girl yet."

The rest of the ride is almost totally silent and as the door opens to our floor the bustle of the day presses me forward. I step from the car and turn to go toward my office, and I hear Jack say loudly. 

"Say Gary since we are both single maybe we could get a drink after work and you can fill me in on the local action here." 

"Sure Jack, my office is at the end of this hall why don't you just drop by and we can go from here," I say.

What are you thinking Gary you don't know anything about the "local action" here, I think to myself as I step into my office. Oh well its too late now you are already committed. Besides he's a hell of a looker. At least he can stimulate your fantasy life for the night.

The rest of the day is rather uneventful. And I find myself watching the clock more then usual. Your being silly Gary, I tell myself, he's looking for a girl not you and besides your not nearly ready for others to know about your secrets yet. But my mind does wander and soon it's hard for me to know if the strange man in my dreams from this morning is Jack or just someone I conjured up in the heightened state of my erotic fantasy.

I glance at the clock and think, another hour before I'm free to leave. It was then that I found my mind turning back to this morning's dream. I can still almost feel the firm strong hands caressing my supple body. I feel flush and warm inside just remembering what still lingers in my mind about the dream.

Slowly almost without my awareness my hands begin to probe beneath my outer garments to touch my flesh and the satiny bra I am wearing. Without realizing it I unbutton my top and give my hands freer access. My nipples respond oh so quickly to my touch. I wonder is it the hormones I am taking, the lingering thought of my morning dream, or perhaps it's Jack stepping into my life this morning that has me so aroused.

All at once an alarm goes off in my head and I withdraw my hand from my top and begin to button my top becoming aware of where I am and the fact that anyone could come bursting in and catch me in this awkward moment. And just as I am buttoning the last button, there is a knock on my door and Jack walks in to see me trying to secure this last button.

He glances at what I am doing and smiles.

"Hey man its quitting time lets get out of here and get that drink ok?"

I stand up as quickly as I can and try not to look flustered but I know my face is red because he was in my fantasy just seconds before he walked in my office in reality.

I grab my coat and say "Yeah, let's go. There is a bar just around the corner from here that we can walk to, the parking is hell in the city until after 7."

"Great," Jack says as he pulls my door closed behind us, "let's get out of here!"

We head for the elevators and I'm still reeling from my little fantasy. Jack is talking a mile a minute but I can't seem hear him for the cacophony of my own thoughts. 

"Hey man are you listening to me?????"

"Huh? Oh sorry Jack, guess I'm not totally off work in my head yet. What was that you said?"

"I asked if are there lots of women that go to this bar we are going to."

"Oh yeah several of the girls that work in the buildings around here go there after work." 

Ok Gary you can drag yourself back to reality now he is definitely looking for a real girl not someone who just wishes he was one.

Jack's last comment served to snap me back to reality as we got to the elevator and stepped into the crowed car that was already headed for the lobby. Jack was pressing up against me as we rode the car down to the lobby and, not that I wasn't enjoying it on a secret level, yet it made me a little uncomfortable due to the fact that his massive 6 foot 1 inch frame dwarfed me so much.

As we arrived at the lobby the crowd propelled us forward toward the lobby doors and the bustling street beyond. The crisp smell of spring was in the air and for once the sky was clear and not our normal gray with a smattering of drizzle which Seattle was infamous for. We turned north toward that bar and walked with the flow of people upward toward the corner bar that I had told Jack held the promise of women on the make.

We arrive and go inside. Jack opens the door and with a sweep of his hand says, "after you."

I nod and venture inwardly thinking of the number of times I have secretly wished for a man to do that for me. Kind of like the way some men half stand up from a table when a lady gets up to go to the restroom. Those little gestures are so wonderful to me. 

Ok Gary get over it, he wasn't opening the door for his girl he was just first to reach for it and was being polite, Sheesh!!!

Inside there is a rather Spartan crowd tonight. We go to the bar and order drinks then turn to look for just the right spot to sit. 

"Looks a little empty tonight Gary. You sure the ladies come here?" Jack asks me. 

"Yeah normally they do I suppose it's because it's only Thursday. The weekends are usually better."

We sip our drinks and talk for a bit. I find out Jack came from New York and was looking to get out of the Rat race there when he landed the broker's position with our Insurance firm. We decide to move to the bar so Jack can watch the Mariners on the bar TV. Even with the light crowd it's hard to hear from across the room.

After an hour goes by it's apparent that the crowd isn't going to increase so Jack asks I would like to go over to his place where we can watch the game in relative peace and a whole lot more comfort then these bar stools will ever give anyone. 

I laugh and say sure. 

We get up to leave, Jack polishes off his whiskey sour and we head back to our building to access the garage where we parked earlier that morning.

As we get to the garage Jack offers to drive saying he has had some problems straightening out his guest parking with his condo association and it would be better if we just take his car and he would be glad to drop me back to pick mine up after the game.


I agree and we take off across town for the east side of the lake. Riding across town I just close my eyes and inhale the smell of the leather interior and Jack's cologne which has permeated everything in the car. 

Jack hasn't stopped talking about the Mariners since we left the bar. Its clear he is enthralled with the team this year and our chances at a pennant if not the series itself. I do my best to seem knowledgeable but I know that at some point it will become clear that my knowledge of sports is so close to nil that almost anyone can confuse me on the subject.

At Jack's place again he opens the door and ushers me inside which again I have to admit still makes my heart race just thinking about it. 

The place is beautifully done but clearly a man's place. Tasteful but still the furniture and accoutrements have clearly been selected by a man. 

"Wow, Jack you have a nice place" I say to him. Thinking it needs my touch desperately. 

"Thanks I like it myself" he replies.

Jack offers to fix us a drink and directs me into the den to get the game on the set. I grab the remote and turn it to the game and settle onto the couch trying to look interested in the game when in reality it's only Jack that holds any interest to me.

Jack comes in and hands me my drink and grabs what is obviously "his chair" and the remote and asks if the score has changed between the bar and our excursion to his place. I tell him that Boone drove a runner in with a double and the game is tied up. This seems to make him happy, and he goes off into a rant about how glad he is that Lou signed Bret back up with the team this year. My eyes are fixed on Jack who has no idea because he is so into his game.

I sit back and begin to sip my drink slowly thinking I'll watch golf as long as I can gaze at my new found Adonis at the same time. After a few moments my bladder is telling me it urgently needs relief. I stand up and wobble almost falling. Clearly the drink I had at the bar and this one are affecting me more then I realize.

I grab the arm of the couch and ask Jack where the restroom is.

Jack laughs and points the way, asking if I need help. I shake my head no and head toward the restroom. But obviously I should make a point in the future to eat lunch if I plan on drinking after work. A point I suddenly realize a bit too late in my present predicament. Obviously my dream life and Jack occupied more of my day then even I realized.

When I come back Jack has pulled out some pretzels and chips and suggests I eat something so I will be able to drive home. I agree and am not only impressed with him as a host but grateful that he was thinking. I decide I best not drink anymore of my drink and just munch on the chips and enjoy my view while I sober up.

I remember watching the game and gazing at Jack but at some point I must have passed out because I awoke moments ago in a very strange room. The linens were clearly Laura Ashley; I know that because I remember admiring them the last time I was at Linens and Things. This room was clearly a woman's room, and the last thing I remember was watching the game with Jack and his place was definitely anything but feminine.

I pull back the sheets and find, either I or someone has removed all of my clothing except my satin bra and which I distinctly remember selecting the previous morning.

I sit up on the edge of the beautiful bed and try desperately to recall where I was and how I got there, but I can not. Again I have that same nagging feeling I had yesterday when I awoke from my dream as if I had a sexual encounter but this time I can recall no dream. A quick check around the room reveals neither hide nor hair of my clothes.

I stand up and begin to look about the room for where they might have been laid but I cannot find them. On the dresser are several items that might belong to the women whose room this normally is. Makeup, jewelry, hair care products all neatly organized around a sitting area where she obviously prepared herself to meet the day but no sign of my clothing. Opening the closet, there are only women's clothes.

Hesitantly I open the door to the bedroom clothed only in my bra and look for signs of life, no one to be seen or heard. With trepidation I begin to venture into the hall but do not see nor hear a soul. As I begin to walk down the hall I once again recall that sensation of aching in my loins as if I had been aggressively fucked last night.

As I make my way into the main portion of the house I begin to realize that this is Jack's place. The kitchen, dining area, living area and den are just as I remember them from last night. I sit down at the bar in the kitchen and try desperately to figure out what is happening to me. That was when I saw a piece of paper folded in half with my name on the outside

My head is reeling in desperation to recall what had happened the night before and how I came to be in the state which I woke up this morning but I can not. I reach for the note and unfold it and begin to read. The words still ring in my head like a very loud bell echoing over and over again. The note read as follows:

By now I am sure you are trying to figure out what has happened to you over the course of last night and this morning. Let me say that I had a feeling about you from early yesterday during our elevator ride. In fact it was that feeling that caused me to suggest our evening rendezvous in the first place.

Then when I came into your office that afternoon my suspicions were confirmed and it was then that I decided to bring about for you and me a destiny that is beyond your wildest imagination. You see I know who and what you are. And I intend to help you become the woman you have longed to become.

Last night you gave me the most tremendous sexual experience of my life. I am sorry that I took you the way that I did but I knew that you would never give yourself to me unless I took the lead in this matter. I drugged your drink last night and was only intending to undress you and place you in the room that I had kept for my sister when she comes to visit. But while I was undressing you to expose those beautiful undergarments I knew you were wearing, and to dispose of the last pair of male clothes you will ever wear, you opened your eyes and kissed me softly on the lips and told me how handsome I was and how you had longed to tell me and kiss me like that and we fell into each others arms.

I knew you would not remember the wonderful sexual experience we had together, due to the drugs, but I knew you wanted me as much as I wanted you right at that very moment. You are now and forever more my girl and soul mate. I will help you become the woman of your and my dreams. You shall never want for anything every again. Tonight we shall make love like it's the first time ever because I want you to remember it and experience it as I did with you last night. I love you deeply. Jack.

As I read those words for the first time a smile came across my face as never before in my entire life. Finally I had what I had always dreamed of, a man in my life to love me and care for me. And I was his girl.

In almost a dead run I flew back into that bedroom I awoke in and threw open the closet to begin looking at all beautiful items it contained and selected my very first "girl clothes" to be worn for my man. I then showered and pampered my body with lotion so I would be soft and smell pretty for my man. Thinking how glad I was that I had made the decision to begin hormones 3 months before and had completed a large portion of my electrolysis treatments. It sure made the process faster and I am sure more pleasant for Jack when he got home.




Dream a Little Dream



By 5 pm my heart was racing. I knew Jack's work day was finished and that he would be coming home to me. I waited eagerly by the door for his arrival. It was 5:30 when he came bursting through the door with roses and a bottle of Champaign in his hands. I threw my arms around his neck and whispered in his ear in my softest voice. 

"Welcome home dear, I have been waiting for you."

That night we made love for the first time that I can recall. It was nothing like my only other sexual encounter with a man. Than man I picked up from a gay bar. He treated me like a piece of meat. Taking me from behind with only his male member and my willing asshole touching for less then 3 minutes and then it was over. I felt used and he left never to be seen again.

Jack spent the evening with me. We ate a dinner, which I prepared in anticipation of the evening, by candlelight. We sat on the couch holding one another sipping Champaign by the light of candles with soft music in the background. Then softly and slowly he began to kiss me. Just on the lips at first then more urgently with his eager tongue probing the inner resources of my mouth. And almost without my knowing it he slowly removed my blouse and skirt to expose "his girl" to himself

I know he kissed every inch of my body that night. He loved and caressed my little breasts which were at that time only beginning to bud. He suckled them like a child would his mother's. For the first time I knew the joy of being a woman. To have a man worship my body and take me for his own. 

I too worshiped Jack that night. I held his penis in my hands for the very first time; I tasted the wonderful flavor of his manhood, worshiping his penis like it was a god. I took it into my mouth and revealed in the joy of holding a man inside of me. I knew the joy of feeling it's silky smoothness sliding in and out of my wet mouth. He moaned with such delight as I licked and sucked him that I could feel his moaning in my mouth through his penis. 

That night I discovered his most sensitive spot where the flesh of his penis meets the head of it and I licked there and sucked on him till I was able to drink the nectar of his manhood.

Then when everything was exactly perfect. Jack took me totally there on the floor of our living room. Not like that encounter I spoke of before where I was bent over in a dark room and this man was thrusting in me from behind, no! 

Jack laid me down gently on the velvety softness of a sheep skin rug on my back and then raised my legs up against his chest and pressed his manhood against my eager and waiting rectum. 

As his erect cock slid into my willing asshole a feeling came over me I can still not describe. He pressed into me engulfing me with the whole of his body. Laying on top of me, entering me, becoming one with me in a way I never knew was possible.

He thrust his manhood in and out of me gently at first, then he slowly began to quicken his pace and as he was making slow sweet love to me with his penis a sensation welled up inside of me that I had never known before. 

It started in the pit of my stomach. Then wave after wave of pleasure washed over my body as Jack thrust himself inside of me. It was like nothing I had experience before. It was my first female orgasm. I can tell you all having now had both that you men are really missing out.

There I was in eternal bliss, wave after wave of orgasmic ecstasy washing over me and Jack inside of me giving me pleasure that I could never wholly describe with each thrust of his wonderful penis.

Then when I thought I could take no more Jack's pace quickened to a point like I had never known before. He was thrusting in and out of my rectum like an animal. And I too became an animal. I thrust back against each push he gave me so hard that our flesh slapped together with a loud and resounding smack.

I began to whimper and then suddenly out of no where my whole body begain shaking and I found my female voice.

"Fuck me Jack, Fuck me Harder, Harder Jack, Make me your girl Jack, God I want all of you in me. Oh God I'm cumming... OH GOD, OH GOD, OH GAAAAWWWWWWDDDDDDD!

I came so hard at that very moment I was afraid the entire world could feel my shaking, and it seemed to me that Jack's penis had a life of its own. I don't know how much cum was left inside of me but from the amount that leaked out you would of thought a hundred men had left their deposit inside of me. 

We both slept that night right where we made love. Jack behind me with his strong arms around me; I felt as safe as I had ever known myself to feel in my entire life.

That was over a year ago and to me I can remember it like it was yesterday. But I suppose every girl remembers the first time she makes love with her soul mate. I know I do.

I still haven't completed my transition to total womanhood in the sense of having that last vestige of manhood removed from my body but that will all change next week when I go down to Portland for my operation. But, no one would ever know it by looking at me.

The doctors say they have never seen a male body respond to female hormones so completely. My hips have widened out, my breasts have filled out to a nice "B" cup size and next week I will have a vagina which I will once again present to my loving Jack to take for his very own. 

When the doctors marvel at how I have changed I just smile and tell them its because I was always a woman just waiting for a chance to get out.

Who knew that my one dream that fateful morning would turn out to be so true and so complete? Who says a girl can't dream a little dream and have it all? I know I did.



Dream a Little Dream...



Even the air in the modest hotel room was full of energy -- the steady, strong energy of Master and his dominance, the sexual energy that generated when Master and Master's bitch were in each other's physical presence, and the energy of Master's bitch's excitement at having the opportunity to serve and submit to Master directly. As Master's bitch brought in her luggage and other paraphernalia that she needed in order to perform every possible service for Master, she breathed in deeply, relishing the smell of her sexual excitement and feeling extra oxygen zinging through her veins.

Once Master's bitch unloaded the car, she approached Master on all fours, and waited by his chair to be acknowledged. When Master turned in his chair to face her, spreading his legs apart in tacit permission for Master's bitch to salute Master's cock with a kiss through Master's trousers, she could feel her cunt lubricating still further. Master placed the key to his rental car in his bitch's mouth, and she crawled to the door, and then stood and went to unload that car as well. Once Master's bitch had brought Master's suitcase to the room, unpacked it and Master's backpack, she removed the cleaning tags from Master's trousers, and hung the slacks with his shirts, buttoning the cuffs and collars. Master's bitch laid out the things she would need to be ready to serve Master's wine in the evenings, and Master's breakfast in the mornings. Then Master's bitch stripped down to the jet black cat suit she had worn under her street clothes, and the 5" black heels Master prefers, which had been worn to meet Master. Then Master's bitch removed her leather wrist and ankle cuffs, and her leather collar from the toy bag Master's bitch had placed on Master's bed, and put them on.

Fully attired, Master's bitch once again crossed the room on all fours, going to the chair that Master had placed for the administration of discipline. Master has established the procedures to be followed when Master grants his bitch the honor of entering his physical presence. Once Master's bitch completes her practical services to Master, then her submissive service, starting with presenting herself, correctly fitted out, for discipline begins. Master's bitch stood when she reached the chair, bent over its back and supported her upper body with it, presenting her wide-spread legs and upturned ass for Master's discipline. At Master's convenience, Master took the cat-of-nine-tails from the toy bag, and used it to warm up his bitch for more stringent discipline strokes using Master's belt. Depending on how Master landed the strokes, Master's bitch felt the echoes either in the vibration of the four ben-wa balls stuffed in her cunt or by the impact on the anal plug buried in her ass, its blonde tail brushing the backs of her legs, just above her knees. Despite these distractions, as trained, Master's bitch loudly counted each stroke granted by Master, thanked Master for each stroke, and begged Master to provide another stroke.

When discipline strokes were completed, Master's bitch thanked Master for his care and attention. Master returned the cat-of-nine-tails to the toy bag, but kept his belt coiled and close at hand where Master sat at the desk to access his computer. Master's bitch again dropped to all fours and crawled over to bark at Master's feet, requesting permission to speak. When permission was granted, Master's bitch begged permission to service Master's cock with her mouth and tongue. When Master granted permission, Master's bitch sat back on her heels and began to undress Master, allowing her freedom to touch Master's body whilst freeing Master's cock and balls. As Master had instructed, Master's bitch swallowed his cock, and buried her face deep into his groin, feeling the scratch of his pubic hair against her face, delighting in the taste of the smooth hard cock sliding over her tongue and down her throat. When Master's bitch had lavished Master's cock with her loving attentions to Master's satisfaction, Master pulled her head tightly against his body, insinuating his cock a few centimeters further down his bitch's throat before beginning to ejaculate. As Master's cock began to discharge, Master released his bitch's head so that she could withdraw enough to capture Master's ejaculate on her tongue. After showing Master his ejaculate by opening her mouth and sticking out her tongue, Master's bitch received Master's permission to swallow. 

Master stood, and bent over to remove the purple anal plug with flowing blonde tail from Master's bitch's anus. Master took the large anal plug from the toy bag, applied a generous portion of lubricant, and slid the well-lubricated plug into Master's bitch's ass. Master allowed Master's bitch's ass time to adjust to the large plug, and provided her a distraction by allowing her to kiss, lick and suck Master's feet and toes. After accepting Master's bitch's homage, Master pulled his bitch up over his knees so as to slide an inflatable ball gag into her mouth. After buckling its harness behind her head, and inflating the ball gag to the maximum size Master's bitch's mouth could handle, Master removed the large plug from Master's bitch's asshole, and immediately inserted the large steel anal plug, with black tail, into her ass. Master had previously lubricated the heavy metal plug, which Master's bitch's ass had never before been able to accommodate. Master relied on the fully inflated ball gag in his bitch's mouth to prevent her screams from disturbing other hotel guests.

The cold steel of the large plug warmed in the stretched confines of Master's bitch's ass, relaxing muscles strained to new limits by the plug. Master briefly stroked the black tail of his bitch before sliding her off his knees with a quick pat to her ass cheeks. Once Master's bitch was back on all fours, Master stood again and, attaching his bitch's leash to her collar, led her to his bed.

Master motioned for Master's bitch to climb up on the bed from all fours, and lie on her back, spread-eagled. Once Master's bitch was in position, Master attached her wrist and ankle cuffs to the chain that Master earlier had wrapped around the frame of the hotel room bed using the double-headed connectors that hooked onto the metal rings set in the leather cuffs. When Master's bitch was positioned as desired, Master again picked up the cat-o-nine-tails and began warming up Master's bitch's body, landing strokes up and down the front of her body and the insides of her thighs, as well as directly on her cunt and clitoris. After a few minutes of using the cat-o-nine-tails, Master again employed his belt, laying on strokes in the same areas, watching with approval the pinking up of the skin, landing strokes in specific areas Master wished to paint with bruises.

After a few minutes, Master put aside his belt and leaned over Master's bitch. Master pulled down the top of Master's bitch's cat suit so as to manipulate the barbells in the nipple piercings Master created. Master plucked and pulled at the nipple hardware and felt his bitch begin to squirm with sexual excitement. Master leaned closer to her body and, starting just under Master's bitch's two collars, began sucking her skin, drawing blood to the surface and then biting the skin, bruising the hollow of her throat, then each breast under the nipples. In days to come, seeing and touching those additional marks of Master's ownership would bring streams of sexual juices to Master's bitch's cunt even when Master was far away from her again. 

When his bitch was marked to his satisfaction, Master moved to the end of the bed and released the connectors holding his bitch's ankles to the foot of the bed. Master pressed each ankle, one at a time, toward his bitch's head. When each ankle was close enough to its corresponding cuffed wrist, Master used the metal connectors hanging from each ankle cuff to attach Master's bitch's ankles to her wrist cuffs. In this positioning, the view Master had from the end of the bed was wonderful -- Master's bitch's open cunt and her ass, still plugged with the steel plug from which the black tail flowed over the white comforter. The wet cunt lips were shiny in the lamplight that suffused the hotel room. Master went again to the toy bag and selected the "G" spot vibrator. Master quickly crossed back to the bed and, in one swift, smooth motion, stuffed the vibrator into his bitch's cunt, pushing the ben-wa balls further back, and sending them into constant vibration by switching on the vibrator pressed so tightly against Master's bitch's "G" spot that the sensation of needing to urinate overcame even the pain from the strokes Master recently laid on.

Having taken care of the cunt, Master moved to the ass. Once again reaching for his belt, Master quickly and thoroughly beat his bitch's ass, so handily upturned and unprotected in her current position. Whilst Master's bitch was processing the pain from the unexpected strokes, as well as continuing to adjust to the physical demands of her new position, Master removed the steel plug and black tail, and then pressed his cock into the gaping asshole, sinking deep into his bitch's ass, taking the warmth of his strokes into his own body. Master began to fuck the ass of his bitch with deep, long strokes, pressing his upper body against the bow of her thighs and torso, using their resistance to spring back from each downstroke and delighting in the inarticulate murmurs being made by Master's bitch around the inflated gag that filled her mouth. 

Master understood immediately that the thighs of his bitch could be used to support both his weight and his movements in and out of his bitch's asshole. This allowed Master to reach up with his hands, squeezing Master's bitch's breasts, pinching her nipples and pulling on the barbells that decorated them. Master slid his hands up his bitch's body to grasp the metal collar that lay beneath her leather collar. Master slid his fingers between the collar and his bitch's neck, pulling the collar up, bringing Master's bitch's head up off the bed, and making her face available for close inspection. Whilst continuing to fuck his bitch's ass, Master watched the play of emotions across her face -- it was easy for Master to see that the physical pain was merely an emotional embellishment. She needed and loved the pain his cock was bringing by stretching her asshole, filling it even more than the various plugs Master instructed her to use so often and for so long. Her cunt was overflowing with her own sexual juices, churned by the ben-wa balls and the "G" spot vibrator to flow out of her cunt mouth and down to pool around her asshole, where they were being pushed into her asshole with every deep stroke of Master's cock. Master's bitch's sexual juices were so copious that some drifted upward, coating her mound and her abdomen with the musky fluids that revealed the depth of her excitement and lust for her Master.

Master's prior orgasm drew out the time Master fucked Master's bitch's ass before ejaculation, buried balls-deep in his bitch's ass. When Master's climax was completed, Master withdrew his cock, and went to the head of the bed to unclip Master's bitch's ankles from her wrists. Master helped Master's bitch lower her heels to the bed, and then knelt beside Master's bitch's head whilst uninflating and unbuckling the gag, then removing the gag from her mouth. Master's bitch cleared her throat, and licked her lips, tasting the bitter residue from the stem of the inflatable gag. Then Master's bitch barked, seeking Master's permission to speak. When permission was granted, Master's bitch begged Master to allow Master's bitch to clean Master's cock. Master moved to place one knee on either side of his bitch's head. Master's bitch lifted her head and began sucking Master's cock, straining in her restraints to provide the long, deep strokes that Master preferred, stretching to press her face as deeply as her anchored wrists would allow into Master's groin. Master's bitch licked and sucked away the remnants of lubricant, her own juices, Master's ejaculate, and her asshole. Because Master had just ejaculated, Master's bitch was careful to avoid landing any strokes of her tongue or pressure from her sucking onto the head of Master's cock, but the rest of his cock received lavish attention. Master's cock responded by hardening and lengthening, stretching itself deeper into her throat with each downstroke that Master's bitch lovingly applied.

When Master was satisfied his cock was clean, Master rose and unclipped his bitch's wrist cuffs from the chain around the bed. Master removed the vibrator from her cunt, and presented it, along with the anal plugs previously used, to Master's bitch to clean with her mouth and tongue. When Master's bitch completed the oral cleaning, Master inserted the anal plug with the blonde tail back into the ass of his bitch. When the plug was seated to Master's satisfaction, Master instructed Master's bitch to pull up the cat suit to cover her breasts, and to tuck the long blonde tail up into the open crotch of the cat suit. When Master's bitch put on the dress that Master had selected for her to wear to dinner, Master checked to be sure that Master's bitch had secured the blonde tail out of sight under the dress. Master's bitch's only perfume would be the scents of Master's ejaculate and her own juices, a perfume Master created from the bitch's lust and love for, and service to, the Master who owns her. 



Dream a little Dream



At the Airport

I miss him. I miss the sensitive, proud, irritable man that I fell in love with. I miss telling him about my day, telling him my thoughts, telling him how special he is, telling him how special we were as a couple. I miss hearing about his nerdy projects and hearing about his passions and interests.

I hate the fact that my side of his bed will now be cold and empty. Perhaps a body might fill that space from time to time, but the bed will still not be warm because I am not there. His lovely dog will perhaps stretch out and warm the empty space. I hope so.

I am 'in transit' following a holiday to stay with a friend in a historical town in the North of Italy. Whilst I was there in Italy, he was on every street corner, in every restaurant, having coffee in every market square. You see it is possible that he could have been working there at the time.

Many a dark haired man dressed in a work suit must have given a 'start' to find himself being stared at by a small English woman with large hopeful eyes. She would momentarily stare, realise that none of these men were her man, and would then look away and carry on with her business.

It is time to go home now, time to get back into the normal routine once more. I am at the airport, and have quite a time to sit and wait for my train. I am writing in a little notebook, the old-fashioned way. 

I am tired.

I let my mind drift.

I will allow myself to imagine what should and could have happened in Italy...

In Italy

Two days ago, I set out on foot to the centre of the little historic town in which I was staying. The sun was shining and it felt just like summer again. I had put on a little skirt, sandals and a pretty vest top. My newly washed hair tumbled around my face and down over my shoulders.

I strolled happily along the cobbled streets, admiring the old buildings and breathing in the history surrounding me. I had a small list of errands, including shopping to complete for my friend. As I strolled along, I reminded myself of my shopping list which consisted of milk, bread, bananas and Prosecco. 

I waited amongst a crowd of people to cross a busy road. When it was safe to cross, the buses, trams and cars all came to a halt. Being Italy, people on bicycles continued to weave in and out causing chaos! I stepped into the road and crossed to the other side. I continued to mentally repeat my list to myself - milk, bread, bananas and Prosecco.

Somewhere distantly, I heard a car door slam followed by footsteps rapidly approaching. Someone must be in a hurry. My name was called, but I knew it couldn't have been for me as only my friend knew I was here. I carried on walking, repeating my shopping list to myself. My name was called again! This time I stopped and turned around out of instinct.

Oh God! All the breath seemed to leave my body immediately! My knees threatened to buckle! He was standing there looking at me earnestly, breathing heavily after his sudden sprint. He was smartly dressed in a business suit as I had imagined. I had only ever seen him in jeans, but was 'blown-away' at how handsome he looked! He was looking at me anxiously, earnestly, expectantly.

"I knew it had to be you," he said. "The hair, the legs...it just had to be you."

"It is me," is all I could return in a shaky voice.

"Hi baby," is all he then said.

"Hello my darling," was my reply.

We stared at each other. I felt my eyes fill with tears. He then moved towards me and put his strong arms around me and pulled my trembling body close to his. I put my head against his chest and wept quietly. In response, he pulled me into a tighter hug.

When I could compose myself, I looked up at him; looked directly into his green eyes which were full of emotion.

"I'm sorry," I whispered.

"I'm sorry too," he replied.

"I hurt you," he offered.

"Yes you did," I answered.

"I confused you," I uttered.

"Yes you did," was his response.

We stared at each other once more and he held me close again, but this time brought his lips to mine, kissing me gently at first, then urgently and deeply. I kissed him back, drank him in, breathed in his comforting smell, held him tight, held him close. 

When this wonderful kiss ended, I became aware of my surroundings once more. There was a small crowd of people that had gathered to watch this strange spectacle. It must have been a bit unexpected I suppose seeing a smart businessman launch himself into the street, hollering at a casually dressed tourist who had been strolling along with her head in the clouds!

"Walk with me?" he asked. "I will take some time out from work."

He offered me his hand and so we walked. We did not need to speak. Words did not seem necessary at all. 

I meekly allowed him to walk me to his hotel, but we did not go inside. Instead, he led me through a little passageway, and then paused to unlock a gate.

"This is why I stay here on business," he said as we emerged into a secret walled garden. "I like to sometimes just sit here and think in silence and privacy. Very few other guests ever seem to bother to come out here."

I stood, taking in my surroundings. We were standing in a slightly overgrown but beautiful Italian garden with a backdrop of trees and foliage. We walked in silence, admiring the flowers and the quiet beauty of the place.

We paused. He stood behind me and enclosed me in his arms once more. I sighed and simply said,

"Please love me here and now."

In response, his hands moved slowly down my body. I shivered as he unbuttoned my little skirt and let it fall to the floor for me to step out of. I let him completely undress me bit by bit, and then turned to look at him - I naked, he in his smart suit. I found I did not care who saw this gorgeous man make love to me!

He kissed me once more, and made me groan with anticipation and lust as he then kissed my little breasts and nipples at the same time as his gentle hands caressed my bare ass. I pressed myself against him and could feel his very firm erection through his trousers.

"I am desperate for you," he sighed between kisses.

"Please," I begged, and reached for his trouser fastenings practically ripping them down along with his undershorts in one deft movement, allowing me to see and admire his huge erect cock.

There was suddenly a sound, and out of the corner of my eye some movement at the gate. Was someone going to disturb us? I found I didn't care. He had heard the noise too, but there was no-one to be seen.

"I can't stop now anyway," he laughed, grabbing me and walking me to a nearby tree. He asked me to lean over, holding the tree trunk and paused for a moment just to look at me completely naked, my parts vulnerable and exposed, pussy swollen with longing for him and glistening with slippery juices. He bent to kiss my bottom, and then bit my bum cheek quite hard!

"Ow!" I cried.

"Sorry baby, I've missed your bare ass," he replied with a chuckle!

I then felt him enter me from behind. I cried out with pleasure and relief as my man filled me completely and heard him sigh at the feel of my tight wet pussy. Every sensation for me was focussed upon him loving me, and caressing my most intimate part with his manhood.

He picked-up speed as we were now both desperate with longing! As he moved inside me more urgently, balls now slapping against my ass, he told me I was gorgeous, he told me I was wanton, he told me I was his from now on!

I felt my pussy begin to contract, felt the pleasure / pain begin to build from deep, deep inside. I pleaded with him to fuck me harder, love me more, to never ever stop! I felt it building, wondered if I could survive such an orgasm! I screamed his name, I called him names, I berated him, but as I climaxed hard against his hard cock I cried out that I loved him!

He withdrew after continuing to fuck me hard as my pussy convulsed, turned me round and thrust his cock into my mouth and he too came hard, calling my name, crying out with passion and spurting a mixture of cum and my own juices into my mouth and down my chin and breasts! I swallowed gratefully and rubbed the rest of his cum into my skin as we both collapsed to the floor in a heap, panting.

As we recovered, I looked at him and simply said,

"Don't leave me again."

He looked back at me with sincerity and love, and whispered,

"I won't, baby."

Back to reality.

I must return to the present. The time has flown by as I have been writing this. I vaguely recall seeing two celebrities walk by as I penned words in my little notebook, but only glanced up briefly, returning to my own business with no real interest in the outside world. My train is now due in twenty minutes and I need to make my way to the platform. I would imagine more than a few people wondered what I was scribbling so intently as they walked by, perhaps sat for a spell to rest in the seat next to me. I know quite a few people came and went.

I have utilised my waiting time productively, had a little dream and now must move on.

I pause for a moment, just to wonder to myself what he is doing right now as I write this. The truth is he could be just about anywhere in the world doing anything. 

I smile to myself. I do not often allow myself this sort of indulgence and it has been nice. 

It is time to get moving; time to get on with my life once more. I miss him, but I am strong, I am sexy. I am me.

I allow myself just one more moment to wonder...

Does he ever dream a little dream of me?

Written at London Gatwick - September 2014



Dream a Little Dream of



Note: This is a brief edit of the title and content of Orc: Dream a little dream of. All characters are over the age of 18.



"You are a very naughty boy."

"Excuse me, teacher?"

"I saw you looking at me."

"No teacher, I wasn't."

"Then you weren't paying attention to me?"

"No, I mean yes I was... um."

"Well which is it? Were you looking at me or not?"

"Er... yes?"

"Yes, what?"

"Yes teacher, I was paying attention."

"To whom?"

"You, teacher."

"Oh yes? And what part of me were you paying attention to?"

"Teacher?"

"It's o.k, I'm a grown woman, I can handle the truth. But tell me the truth you must or I shall be forced to punish you."

"Teacher, I can't."

"Oh but you must! Now don't be shy, which part of me were you 'paying attention' to?"

"... your face."

"Now don't be coy. Lying is a sin."

"I'm not lying."

"So you're saying that out of all my lithe body parts, gripped by tight leather, accentuating every curve, baring my cleavage and my nipples bumping the fabric, you were looking at my face?"

"Yes."

"Liar!"

"I'm not!"

"Shut up, boy. Your lie shows in your face and your increasing firmness."

"T-teacher, please don't touch me there..."

"Oh, but your little soldier seems to be standing to attention! If you are so unwilling to tell the truth, perhaps we can squeeze it out of him?"

"Ugh, teacher, please don't."

"Think as this as part of your education. As your teacher surely it would be remiss of me not to go over your more primal urges with you."

"No this is wrong... this is..."

"Now let's see your little soldier then, I bet he's filthy! Your first lesson will be on how every little soldier needs a bit of spit and polish."

"Get off me, it's strange... it's not even..."

"Oh he's all messy and salty, this won't do at all."

"THIS ISN'T REAL!"

****

"Arrgh, fucking, fuck, fuck!" a petite pale blonde woman clutched her head in pain as she recoiled from the unconscious form of a young man.

A female orc was reclining in a chair opposite the pair, watching intently despite her seemingly relaxed posture, "Another failed attempt, witch?"

The woman did not respond at once, instead covering her face with one hand, eyes scrunched shut and unnaturally straight long hair shrouding her, while she felt around for a strong drink. Meeting with fumbled success, she parted her hair enough to take a long swig from a clay flask, then almost immediately stuck out her tongue and half choked, "This is fucking disgusting, it's bloody marvelous, what did you call it again, Ghoen?"

"Death wine from Vingal province."

The blonde snorted, "'Death wine', bloody marvelous."

Retaining her laid back position, the orc asked, "So are we to cut him loose, or try again?"

"Cut him loose? Abso-fucking-lutely not! If there's one thing I like, it's a challenge." The woman stood up and started pacing around the large windowless room, which was lit by flickering lantern-light.

The beast woman followed the smaller one through the room with her eyes as she made her way around the lavishly, but haphazardly decorated room. Deep colored velvet and silk hung from chairs and posts in no particular order making the pale woman seem like a ghost floating through a broken history of decadence. Ghoen was seemingly unmoved by the impromptu visual poetry, "Last week you said you hated being challenged."

"That was last week, sweetie. Try to keep up," the witch replied absentmindedly, "No, this is far too interesting, a mere boy with no psychic training whatsoever is able to forcibly remove me from his mind, while unconscious, while drugged and while I'm trying to give him a mind blowing wet dream. It's unnatural!"

"Unnatural," the orc deadpanned.

The witch stopped pacing and looked the beast woman in the eye, "Irony is my friend, leave it alone."

"Right, well I'm getting hungry and tired; do you still need me here? Watching the two of you mumble and twitch isn't what I was expecting to be doing when you hired me as your bodyguard."

"'His' bodyguard, sweetie. How many times do I have to repeat that?"

The orc sighed deeply, "Yes, because dwarfs could pop out of the wall at any moment... I've set traps for a mile around, the only threat here is you might slip and poke your eye out on his erection."

"Ha-fucking-ha," the witch wafted over back to the unconscious boy, "no, one more try I think, one more."

"How long do you think it will take?"

A snarl passed over the girl's face making her seem much older, "I don't fucking know, bitch. You're messing up my thought process, if you're going to ask stupid fucking questions, ask stupid fucking questions about what I'm doing, it helps me focus."

The orc stood up to her full height and strode over to the witch, her muscles tight and tense, displaying her raw power to the girl who was at least two foot shorter than her. The blonde, for her part, met the fire in the orc's eyes with a raised eyebrow and said, "You know, walking around like that just makes me want to fuck you a-"

She did not get to finish her sentence, however, as the beastling grabbed her by the throat and slammed her down onto the table next to the boy, "I do like it rough," the witch smiled with a grimace. The orc raised her enough to head-butt her back down against the table.

Ghoen growled into the woman's face, "Shut. Up. You are not paying me enough to put up with your madness and abuse."

The witch grinned madly at her assaulter, "No shit?" 

The beast woman let go of the girl in disgust, "You're insane."

The blonde's grin wavered, cracked, "I'm not... no. I'm sorry." Disheveled, the girl picked herself up, "I'm sorry, name your price, I'll double it, whatever. I'm sorry."

The orc clenched and unclenched her fists, breathing deeply to calm herself down, "You frustrate me, witch."

The woman gave a half chuckle, half sob, "That makes two of us. I've been told it is possible to get used to me, I wouldn't know. I'm sorry."

"You're sorry," the orc repeated without sarcasm or ire. 

"Yes, next time I rub you the wrong way, though, I'd suggest you kiss me instead of attack me, you still get my attention but make less mess. Well, different mess. I'm lucky I don't bruise, anyway." 

The beast woman said nothing but returned to her chair and sat down awkwardly, partly ashamed for her outburst of violence. 

"I wish you'd use my name by the way, sweetie," the blonde said as she straightened her hair, "Every time you say 'witch', it makes me want to wiggle my nose."

"Marenda..." the orc struggled with her convictions for a moment, "I apologize also, I should not strike an employer."

"Oh, dearie. Random violence is like punctuation for orcs. No harm done." the girl jumped lightly up and down on the spot shaking herself loose. "Now, where were we?"

"The boy."

"Yes, the boy," Marenda pursed her lips, "What do we know about boys?"

The orc sighed again, but otherwise was silent.

"Right, boys have penises, right?"

Ghoen remained silent.

"Right," continued the witch, "and boys like to stick their penises into other people," Miranda jumped up and straddled the unconscious boy and addressed him directly, "Then why the fuck are you resisting my dream temptresses all open and willing?" 

The witch leaned down so that her face was level with his, "All I want is a little sperm, just to see if you're compatible. If you're not, you can bugger off back to your church and bash wooden boards against your head or whatever it is you like to do. Promise."

Marenda gave him a little sniff, "What do you need to loosen up, sweetie, hmm? I've tried the most beautiful girl in your memory throwing herself naked at your feet, I've tried the no strings exotic prostitute that you fantasized about for almost two years, I actually managed to get in your pants with the martial teacher just now."

"Do you think it's authority that's the key, Ghoeny?" the blonde called over to the orc.

Cringing at the pet use of her name, but refusing to rise to it, Ghoen responded with a non-committal, "Maybe."

"Maybe," the girl mulled, "his mother in a see-through night dress, spilling her heart about how lonely she's been without a husband."

The beast woman reached over for the Death wine and took a long swig in an attempt to burn that particular image out of her mind.

"'Oh darling son, how I have longed for a man around the house. But now you are so big and grown up perhaps it is time for you to perform the conjugal duties with your poor mother,'" Marenda spoke with a unconvincing put-on voice.

"You're assuming the boy is secretly a pervert." the orc mumbled.

"He's a man of the cloth, there's an alarmingly high possibility that that's the case, darling," the witch stated before running a hand down her body and whispering into the boy's ear, "'I have a burning itch that only a man can reach, won't you be a good boy and-'"

"I think it's more likely that you're projecting."

Suddenly Marenda sat bolt upright, "Maybe he's gay!"

Ghoen's face fell to the table with a thump.

The blonde frowned, "No that doesn't fit at all," she slumped back down, laying her face on the boys and idly played with his hair, "Maybe I should just jerk you off and be done with it."

This idea cheered up the orc greatly and she eagerly agreed, "Maybe you should."

"No, the whole fucking point of this is to give back something in replacement for what I'm taking. A vivid fantasy that will stay with him for the rest of his life. To spread a bit of joyous erotic madness. I'm insulted you would even suggest a cheap fucking hand-job!"

Ghoen returned to pressing her face against a cold, hard surface.

Marenda stared into the middle-distance, "What to do?"

"A sweetheart?" the orc spoke into the table.

"What?"

"A childhood sweetheart. Did he have one?"

"I suppose it's worth a look-see. He's so closed off it's hard to think of him ever actually being friendly with someone. I'll be back shortly, be a dear and watch over us please," with that, Marenda looked into the slightly frowning face of the unsuspecting boy and gently bit him.

****

Marenda slipped into the boy's mind silently and unobtrusively, allowing her perfect lucidity to relax into his unconscious mind. What she was doing was a hard to conceive danger, to push her own mind into an already occupied brain and then to find the perfect balance of coexistence with the resident mind is inviting a fate potentially worse than death. The witch had already failed at syncing with what the boy found unconsciously acceptable with her previous seduction attempts and as a result had been forcibly removed by the boy's mind. 

Having your mind's arse kicked out of another brain is the best of the worst case scenarios and is akin to the feeling you get when being betrayed or rejected by the most loved and trusted individual you happen to know; a sudden, intensely sharp jolt of emotional upheaval that can potentially leave you reeling for the rest of your life. Marenda had experienced this three times in the last several hours and, if not for the self-taught technique of rapidly rationalizing, empathizing and forgiving the guilty mind within a single heartbeat, would probably have torn off the boy's own cock and beaten him to death with it, which would have likely taken some time.

The worst of the worst case scenarios is for two minds intertwined to lose sense of their individuality and merge into one. Brains are not even remotely capable of handling this kind of overload and would go completely and utterly insane, or if lucky bleed out of its owner's ears. Schizophrenia this is really not. The small blonde witch had, ironically, a supernaturally lucid mind when present within the brain of another and thus had no fear of such a messy fate befalling her. Controlling the whims and flows of another mind, though was still not a task to be taken lightly.

The boy was dreaming his own dream, and from the feel of it, it was not a pleasant one. Marenda had every intention of rectifying that, but first had to delve into his memories to find the leverage she would need in order to bring the boy off with a wet dream. Previously she had only explored his more recent memories of the last year or so of women that had found purchase in his arousal and fantasy centers. There had been plenty to work with and the boy's rejection of his own erotic desires was frustrating, however, denial of one's own sexuality is often a one way track to a broken psyche, and Marenda was usually keen to indulge in her own desire to nurse broken people back to health.

And so the little white woman delved deeper into the large white boy's mind, purposely ambling through the shadowed market stalls of remembrances. Or something. She gave a cursory examination of how his parents had brought him up, only to find that they hadn't, he never knew his mother and his father had died when he was young. Marenda moved on, no incesty shenanigans after all. She continued searching through his childhood, finding increasingly garbled images and feelings, which the witch understood as self-blocked memories. The boy had obviously been very unhappy throughout most of his life. She had recognized a similar pattern of unwanted memories in his recent years and it suddenly became clear to the witch that he actually desired becoming an emotionless shell; he could not bear his own memories. Marenda felt a wave of empathy for the boy.

Then, hit by wall of intense loathing for him, for a moment she could not stand to inhabit his mind for a second longer. The witch began to pull herself back to her own consciousness, but stopped. The hatred she had felt was the boy's own self-loathing directed inwardly, not towards her at all. Several ideas clicked neatly into place: when her erotic fantasies were rejected, he had not been fighting back at Marenda, he had been fighting the threat of his own happiness. 

"Well darling," she thought to herself, "we can't have that now, can we?" The witch focused a portion of herself into an outward wall of neutrality and dove back into the muted corners of his mind. 

To have become so broken and jaded, the boy must have lost someone dear to him, either that or a complete moron. Marenda banked on the former and began tracing the source of the boy's self-loathing back to its point of origin. She came across multiple flashes of the boy's kindly, but crippled father, losing him at a young age had hurt the boy, but not enough to break him, no, there was more. And there it was, or there she was. An unassuming, freckled redhead of all people who sat upright on her knees with her head bowed as if she had fallen asleep. She was dressed in a plain white blouse with frilled sleeves and shoulders which her hair fell over in a long neatly platted ponytail. 

Marenda immediately recognized the girl as a construct of the boy's memories and ideals of the girl and not just a single specific memory that would disappear, mirage like, when approached. So approach her she did.

"Hello, are you able to talk?" the witch addressed the girl, "My name is Marenda, what's yours?"

The girl looked up and smiled, "Betha, pleased to meet you. What are you doing here?"

"I'm here to help you and Austos." the witch spoke plainly to keep the unconscious boy's mind from meandering in its dreaming state.

Betha seemed overjoyed, "Really? I'm so glad. There are so many things that need helped."

"Austos has been very sad." 

"Yes, he has, for a long time now. I want to help him, but he won't let me," tears filled the girl's eyes.

"Why not?"

"Because I died."

Unsurprised, Marenda risked the question, "How did you die?"

A dark cloud passed over them both and large shadowy figures emerged from the corner of the Marenda eyes, "Orcs raped and killed me."

"I'm sorry. But you're still here. In his mind at least."

Betha shouted, "Yes, but he won't see me!"

The witch risked a little more, "Why not?"

"Because!..." the girl faltered, "because..."

"He blames himself for your death."

"Yes."

"He needs your forgiveness."

Betha began to cry in earnest. Marenda blocked out the sound and formulated a strategy: Get naked. Get even. Ok, maybe not that exactly. 

She spoke to the sobbing maiden, "In order to get what I need, I need to give Austos what he needs. And to do that, I need you. Lots of needing and probably some kneading."

There were deep rumblings of protest from the core of Austos's consciousness, however his own idealization of Betha fought past it. Austos unconsciously knew Betha would want to help him even if he was unwilling to accept it, his mind fighting itself.

"What do you need me to do?" the red headed ghost asked.

"Give me your form."

****

Marenda found Austos's self, his centre of consciousness, in a vicious, self-gratify struggle with a dark hyperreal orc. It's skin appeared made of shadow and its eyes glowed red. Austos wore dirty grey clothes over his bruised body. He grappled with the orc as it loomed over and around him, growling and spitting at the smaller boy. Austos's fists pattered uselessly off the orc's body as he found it impossible to throw any momentum behind his strikes. The orc's blows in return, sent the boy reeling.

The witch understood the scene for what it was; a never ending struggle for Austos as a means to punish himself. She remained outside of the boy's perception and created a sword lying next to the warring figures. Austos saw the weapon and lunged for it, but missed; the hilt was just beyond his reach... or was it? The sword was in his grasp! The boy rolled back and away from the shadow orc and into a fighting crouch. The orc lunged and Austos swung.

Recognizing the moment of truth, Marenda focused her will into the sword and overpowered the dream's designed hopelessness. The sword cut through the shadow orc's outstretched hand which would have otherwise caught and snapped the blade and then dug deep into the monster's body. The orc staggered then roared as ichor spewed from its cleaved chest. With a mental nudge the witch encouraged Austos to attack again, cutting into a shoulder, and again, caving in its skull, and again, and again, and again.

Austos leaned heavily against the sword, his breath coming in heavy rasps, as he surveyed the desiccated remains of his adversary. Marenda smiled, confident that the boy would be no longer plagued by at least that particular nightmare again. Now, after that good deed: time for a more morally ambiguous one. Marenda appeared within his dream perception and gave a weak cough to draw attention to herself. The boy wheeled round drunkenly, then fell to his knees in shock at what he saw. 

Marenda planned to play this fantasy perfectly. She had shrouded herself in Austos's memories of Betha, selecting his most vivid recollections whilst subtly altering some points. The pair had always been too shy about sex and so they had never seized the chance to make love and any kissing had been stilted and short-lived. If the witch was going to keep Austos accepting of the illusion she would have to be true to Betha and to keep the boy on the back-foot to stop him from over-thinking and thus rejecting his desires. Wearing the form of Betha, she said, "You saved me."

Austos stared, struggling to conceive. Here was the only person he had ever truly loved. The girl who had made him feel complete, who had been his beacon of hope in a cruel existence, the girl who had been raped to death.

"You're not dead?" the boy breathed.

Marenda/Betha smiled lamely, "I guess not."

Then the fact that the girl was completely naked sunk in. Austos snapped his head away, but not before he had had a moment to gape at her beauty. Her skin was pale with a high tendency to flush pink. She was a natural red head with red thatch to match and a large amount of light and dark freckles scattered generously over most of her body. The truth was, was that Betha had been malnourished and as such was unhealthily thin. Marenda took exception to this and had brought her to a more healthy weight, making sure to give Betha's hips and bust special attention. Her young breasts were capped with large light pink nipples that stood up to draw attention to themselves.