0 comments/ 16297 views/ 0 favorites Dreamwalker By: Royal_Prince It happened again last night, Like every night for the past two weeks I try to clear the haze and fog from my mind but it is difficult to say the least. Maybe the harder you try to remember the dream, the less you ultimately remember. It’s a shame too because I know it was sexual in nature. The reason I know this is because for the past two weeks I have woken to soiled sheets and cum filled underwear. Wonder if I will dream again tonight. Don’t get me wrong; I am not a believer in dreams. I don’t believe that dreams are some sort of a premonition or a forewarning of some apocalyptic catastrophe. Heck I don’t even believe that it is your subconscious trying to tell you something. Dreams are just that, a state of mind during REM. It is a late night pizza with anchovies; or it’s a horror movie right before bed. Like I said I’m not a huge believer in prophecy- I just like to cum. The bus was running late and I paced back in front of the bus stop. If the bus was running late, that meant I was running late; and of course that’s never a good thing when you are heading to work. I guess it all goes along with the joys of not owning a car. Yet I still couldn’t get that damn dream out of my mind. If I could remember what I was dreaming or who I was dreaming about- I’d spend my time daydreaming instead of worrying about what time the fucking bus was going to get here. 6:17 a.m. is a lonely time of the morning especially if it’s been two years since you’ve dated anyone special. Hell there is nothing that burns my ass more than seeing this lovey-dovey couples shit first thing in the morning. You know, sweet devoted wives walking their husbands to the car giving them a kiss- telling them that they love them. Yuck! Or better yet- a new boyfriend or girlfriend locked in some sort of fuck me embrace staring into each others eyes like it was going to be the last time they ever saw each other. Get a fucking room already Like I said it was 6:17 a.m. and the sun was just coming up over the hills. That’s when I started to get this strange feeling of deja vous. Okay so you will think I’m a bit strange, but I swear to god that the amber and orange hues that painted the sky were the very same that pleasured me in my dreams. The eerie feeling that washed over my entire being seemed to run in succession. The woman across the road that had the audacity to breast-feed her baby right out on the front porch. Now come on, do I brush my teeth, comb my hair or do any other bodily function in public? I started hearing echoes of past dreams- “Runnin’ late Mac- backed up ten minutes.” This was too weird for me. It like it was all coming back to me. Although her face remained shadowed, I could see her figure- her legs. I could almost see her mind and personality also. Her shapely body was incased in a tight black dress that came to just a little above the knee. I remember the dress- no gown was backless. I believe it was formal. Wait, she had red hair… No it was not so red, more strawberry blondish. Oh now I remember there were freckles, lots of them. I told her some sort of joke. I really think it was corny but for the life of me I couldn't remember what it was. I do remember though, she laughed and reached out and touched my hand as if she were telling me to stop. She cleared her throat and asked, “would you like to have a drink?” I had to laugh. Hell lately I couldn't even get the fat girl down the street to take me out. How in the fuck would I ever get a goddess? Dreams are not real. They say that men have hundreds of erotic thoughts a day. For me this was one of them. If it weren’t for the breast-feeding mom across the street I would have been out there yanking my chain. Yeah, right out there at the bus stop. I bet I could have cum with one or two strokes. Wonder if miss mom over there would have minded? Okay so sometimes I think badass thoughts and okay, I can be opinionated at times. But that doesn’t mean I am not a romantic at heart. Yeah- even me. So I long for someone to love me for who I am. Someone that would pull me close to them in some sort of fuck-me embrace. But you know what? Two years of almost dates, two years of “kinda busy Saturday, maybe some other time.” Or how about- “I’m washing my hair that day.” Kind of makes a man bitter. Guess love isn’t for me, Unless of course dreams are real Old bus 68 finally managed to show up and it was only what 6:27? “Runnin’ late Mac- backed up ten minutes.” The bus driver grumbled as I padded up the decaying bus steps. I quickly scanned the bus to find an empty seat. Preferably one that didn’t consist of enduring a 15-minute trip across town sitting next to Mrs.- 5 extra rolls on the belly, and oh yeah forgot to shower for a month- Bertha. And there she was. Just like I remember in my dreams, strawberry blonde and all. And wouldn’t you know it, an empty seat right next to her. I wondered how long it would before I got shot down. “Is this seat taken?” I questioned shyly. She just smiled and shook her head no. She did it in a way where I figured she didn’t care for a little early morning conversation But I really couldn’t resist. (I know- dreams are bullshit.) “I hope you don’t mind, I mean I don’t know you but, um- do you know what goes ha-ha-ha-pop-pop-pop?” I questioned She smiled but didn’t answer; she just kind of tilted her head to one side and then turned to look out the window. I guess a guy kind of knows when he is getting nowhere. This was one of those times. I sighed and then debated on whether or not I should tell her about my dream but then quickly realized it would be kind of difficult explaining to her that the dream was of her pretty mouth hovering inches away from my member. I swallowed hard- figuring that I started the overworked, unoriginal joke I might as well finish it and then let the nice lady be. “It’s an audience laughing its head off.” I kind of mumbled under my breath. She laughed. I mean really laughed. This wasn’t happening. Dreams are not real. Not this one anyway. She turned briefly to look me in the eyes. It looked like she was searching for honesty or truth, heck for all I knew she was looking to see if I had wrinkles around my eyes. There was a long moment of silence and then she reached out, touched my hand and at the same time cleared her throat. “Would you like to go for a drink?” I didn’t hesitate. Fumbling at a million miles an hour, on my cell phone I punched out the office telephone number. “Yeah, this is Ron… Real bad. I think I am running a fever or something. Sorry for such short notice but I think I should see a doctor- yeah uh, cough, cough.” My dream girl laughed again and before I could hang up on my boss she took my hand and directed it to her thigh. My heart raced as I wondered how far this would go or how far she would go. Forcefully she guided my fingertips upward towards her warmth. I believe that my heart stopped at that point or maybe it was just the past two years of looking and searching and wondering if there is anyone out there just for me- coming together in one apocalyptic explosion. She sighed deeply as my hand explored her freshly shaven mound. Her cum filled my hand and my fingers slid effortlessly in and out of her. She came. Upon the next stop she stood up and led me off of the bus. She knew of a little coffee house just down the street. We spent our morning and most of the afternoon there. We laughed and talked about anything and everything that crossed our minds. I have a date with her Saturday. Her name is Karen. Okay so now its Tuesday. It’s 6:17 a.m. My fucking bus is late again. But you know what? I kinda smiled as the old lady next door walked her husband to the car. Guess sometimes dreams are real. Dreamwalker Edwin "Caesar" Clark took a long, leisurely drag at the cigarette and let the smoke hiss through his pursed lips in three quick, short squirts. He was unbelievably bored. Staring through the near opaque louvers of the only window in the small room, he wondered whether bloody murder was actually worse than the purgatory he found himself in. Granted his enemies would have to be near telepathic for them to find him in this godforsaken town called Roni where he had taken refuge. This small town in Northern Nigeria was the kind of town that might miss being on a good map. In this town time stood still like a forgotten photograph. He had done his one year long National Youth Service in this town some years back so he wasn't unfamiliar with the environment. It's just that he never thought he would ever be back for any reason whatsoever. It wasn't that he hated Roni- he actually enjoyed the serenity of the place and its locals- it was just that boredom was rife in the town and he regarded boredom with the same affection as lung cancer. Caesar was on the run. His occupation as a freelance journalist had got him in trouble plenty of times. When he was still a staff writer at a newspaper in Lagos, his editor had sent him to England to interview an exiled Nigerian politician who had embezzled state funds only to run into a racist serial murderess. Another time he had traveled to the Niger Delta to investigate a string of ritual murders and had nearly been buried alive. Now he was being hunted by hired assassins after exposing a white slavery ring run by a powerful Nigerian senator. A reporter's job in Africa wasn't a happy job. He heard the door open and he heard the loud, boisterous voice of his friend calling his name. Caesar smiled. Sadiq Usman was semi-drunk again. He had wondered whether all those little bottles of Vodka he saw in the cupboard followed the police officer to work. He couldn't blame Sadiq for his vices. The crime rate in Roni was probably the lowest in the world. The jail cell in the small police station rarely had an occupant. Most times the only law breakers that spent a night in jail were goats or sheep. They were usually arrested for trespassing when they wondered into someone's farm to nibble at some crops. The owners of the offending livestock had to then pop down to the station to bail them out. "Caesar, my boy, I have some friends here that would like to meet you!" Caesar sighed and shuffled out of the bedroom. He suspected his 'friends' were girls and that most likely enrolled in the present batch of National Youth Service Corps after graduating from some Nigerian university. Any other females in this town would be strict Muslims and discreetly covered from head to toe. Sure enough he saw Sadiq standing in the living room with two other ladies. He was smiling sheepishly. Caesar ignored him and appraised their guests. One was dark and slim and not too pretty even though her body seemed supple and flexible. Caesar had no interest in her even though she was eyeing him hungrily. The other one however was very fair with an excellent figure. She was a bit plain but her eyes were dark and smoldering. She looked even more bored than Caesar and eyed him with mild disinterest. He could detect a malevolent undercurrent in her. He was immediately hooked. Sadiq made introductions and Caesar learnt that his lust interest was called Amaka. An Igbo girl he mused. His mother was Igbo. Preliminary conversation with the girl revealed to him that she was well educated and quite enlightened. Caesar didn't take long to let her know from his body language that he would dearly love to screw the daylights out of her but she smiled thinly and kept him at bay. Sadiq took them to another small town in his car where they found a chalet that sold alcohol. In Northern Nigeria Sharia law was in full force and the sale of alcohol was prohibited. However the woman who owned the chalet wasn't Muslim and made good business catering to the alcoholics like Sadiq and company. As they drank beer, smoked endlessly and slurped pepper soup the couples divided and immersed themselves in their own conversations. Later Sadiq took Caesar aside and they conspired to book two rooms for each couple. As the night wore on each man took their prospective lays to their individual rooms. *** "So what do you do in your spare time?" asked Caesar, his eyes glued to her splendid cleavage. "I'm a dream walker" she replied with a small smile. "You're a what?" "A dream walker." Caesar stared at her. She seemed serious. Great, he thought. Another nutter. My kind of girl. "I'm not crazy" she said, still smiling, "I can actually dream walk." "Please explain." "I like to move around while I dream, visit places and even people." Caesar smiled exasperatedly. "What are you, some sort of witch? Fly around on a broomstick and all that?" "Some people like to call me that but no, I'm not a witch. I'm just someone who has... ah... what shall I call it? A free spirit." Caesar laughed. "You don't believe me, do you?" "Would you blame me?" "No, I won't but don't you ever have dreams that seem so vivid you could actually have sworn that it was real?" "Yes, I have" Caesar said thoughtfully, "But then again, I woke up." "Not all dreams are just dreams. Some are actually what you see as your essence roams free." "I like the concept but sorry, it's a bit too much for me to swallow." "Okay, then, I'll prove it to you. Dream walking isn't just about moving about aimlessly, you can do more practical things... like inhabit a person's body." Caesar nearly spilled his beer. "What?" "Yes, it's possible. For someone in my level it's actually very easy." "What do you mean by 'your level'? Do you mean there are others like you? Some sort of cult?" "Maybe but not in the way you think. Let's just say I'm not the only one with such abilities." "But it is impossible for you to give me any evidence of any so called powers you have." "I have abilities and I'm going to prove it." "This I would love to see." "Alright then, do you see the proprietress of this shit-hole?" "Yeah... what about her?" "Would you like to sleep with her?" Caesar did spill his drink this time. "Excuse me?" he spluttered. "I know you want to bang me, Caesar... you can't take your eyes off my boobs but don't you want something juicy first? She has nice tits doesn't she? Even if they are huge..." "I like huge tits." "Yes, I know, you perverted bastard but I am giving you the opportunity to sleep with her." "There is no way she is going to sleep with me. That's a wedding ring on her finger and never mind she's selling booze, she's still dressed quite conservatively." "Good then, a challenge. Tonight while we're in bed she's going to visit us and ask you for sex. I will be in her body while she will be sleeping in mine. Just don't try waking me up." "I think this is going to be an interesting evening but if she doesn't come I am still going to screw you senseless." "I'm all yours." *** Caesar reclined on the sofa smoking while he resentfully watched Amaka's back as she snoozed on the mattress. He had to admit she had a fantastic body and her milk white lingerie emphasized that. Dream walker, my ass, he thought. Why did he always get the crazy ones? There was a tentative knock on the door. "Come in" Caesar answered automatically thinking it was Sadiq coming to ask for more condoms- his friend and his partner had been making a din for the past one hour. The door opened and a large figure walked in. Caesar's mouth fell open. The proprietress was wearing a see-through nightgown and nothing was left to the imagination. She was smiling sheepishly as she slowly approached him and Caesar noticed her eyes were vacant. She's sleepwalking, he thought. "I'm sorry, sir" she said in perfect English, "I am sorry for being so forward but I want to have sex with you." Caesar thought he was going to have a heart attack. "Er... Mrs. Abdul, shouldn't you be in bed?" he asked weakly. "I know I should be in bed with my husband but tonight I just want to shag you." She inched towards him and Caesar jumped up from the sofa. This is really crazy, he thought and since when did a local woman who has never left a predominantly Hausa speaking community learn to speak perfect English? "Please, Mrs. Abdul..." He shot a furtive glance at Amaka who had not moved an inch. From the rise and fall of her chest she was still fast asleep. How could she not have woken up? He looked back at Mrs Abdul as she boxed him in a corner. Her eyes were empty as she watched him, as if she wasn't really there. She hadn't blinked once. "Don't you want to touch me?" she asked again. Her flawless English accent was giving him the creeps. "No, Mrs. Abdul, please go back to your husband before you get us both killed." "If you insist" she muttered and slowly turned away "Please do enjoy your stay and please do not ask me about this in the morning. Amaka is hot isn't she? Why don't you screw her instead?" She drifted out of the room, her laughter ringing in his ear like a bad music box. Caesar slumped back in his chair and actually started shaking. Five minutes later Amaka stirred and stretched. She sat up and stared directly at him. Caesar stared back. "Well that was fun" she said smiling. *** "I can also travel back in time." They were lying in bed contemplating each other's bodies. Caesar wasn't in a hurry to have sex, understandably he was a little traumatized from the previous episode half an hour ago. "Really?" At this point he doubted if anything Amaka said would sound completely outlandish still he thought this was completely over the top. "I'm not exactly sure the stunt you and that woman pulled some minutes ago but there's no way you can prove to me that time travel exists." "But why mot? It is very possible." "How?" "Everything that has happened, is happening or will happen has already happened." Caesar blinked. "Okay, you lost me there." "Let me put it in very simple terms. Take yourself as a character in a story. If the reader wants to know your fate all he or she has to do is to skip to the end of the story." "Are you telling me that I'm a character in a story?' "Aren't we all? Our lives are all roles we play in some grand story written by an author. Everything that happens is for a reason." "Hmm, sounds like something I've heard before." "Look... this universe is circular. The most important events and processes happen in cycles. The world is born, it exists, then it dies and then it starts all over again. This goes on for eternity. There is no beginning and no end... an infinite cycle. So don't say the future hasn't happened yet. It already has, again and again." "So how can you 'travel' in time?" "Physically it is impossible for me to time travel but my essence or consciousness can. Your essence is like energy and energy can travel in time. In the dreamscapes time and space mean nothing. Haven't you had vivid dreams of your past or even strange dreams of the future that actually happened?" "Yeah, but..." "Then why do you doubt me? Nostrademus could see the future because in his visions he could visit any point in the cycle of time. You can too... if you want to." "So prove that to me." "Okay, is there any part of your life that you would like to revisit?" "So many." "Yes, but is there one in particular you would like to change?" "Yes. Are you saying I can travel back in time and change things? How?" "You travel to your body at that point in time and you will be practically in control of yourself. All you need to do is to change things you did then to alter the future." "That's impossible. Do you have any idea of the implications of such an action? You could rewrite history. That is not possible or even if it is, very unsafe." "But would you like to try?" "Yeah, of course!" "Then let's do it." *** "So how does this work exactly? Incantations, spells... magic potions?" "Shut, up, Caesar. How far back do you want to go?" "Twenty five years, 1984... when I was seven." "Why then?" "Sorry, that's private." "Suit yourself. All you need to do is to go to sleep and start dreaming of the place and time you want to go to. It would be easier if you practice lucid dreaming..." "What's that?" "The process of consciously being aware you are in a dream state. People who can do that are called Oneironauts. Anyway since you are a rookie I'll help you enter this dream state." "Okay, how?" "By making you go to sleep and inducing you to dream. All you have to do is focus your mind on the event of choice and your essence will travel to your body at such a time. Which means you will experience being inside your seven year old body." "Wow! So you are telling me that I will be seven years old but with the mind of a thirty two year old?" "Theoretically yes." "That is so cool. And I can control my seven year old body and actually perform tasks and such?" "Yes." "So if for instance I had a goldfish that died because I forgot to feed it I can now go back in time to feed it and save its life?" "Is that what you are going back in time to do? Save your goldfish?" "No, but is it possible?" "Theoretically yes." "You keep saying that. What happens to my seven year old soul?" "It will be residing in your thirty two year old body right here on this bed fast asleep." "Really? Well don't try and give me head while I'm seven okay? It might traumatize me." "Okay. Are you ready?" "Yes, Captain." "Look into my eyes and think only of that place. Remove every other thought from your mind. Focus..." Caesar stared into the black depths of her eyes and seemed to find himself falling to a bottomless abyss. Amaka's voice became more monotonous and he struggled to hear what she was saying as his mind began to drift, her face dissolving in front of him like sugar cubes in hot tea... I woke up suddenly shivering, the blankets damp with my sweat. I stared up at the familiar ceiling wondering where that awful dream came from. My goodness it felt so real! I slipped out of bed feeling a little excited. I glanced at the calendar and confirmed that today was the 7th of July, 1984. Today was my birthday! Today I clocked seven years of age, my magic number. I pulled on my Liverpool FC football jersey with no. 7 on the back and got ready to go downstairs. The digital clock said 03:31pm. I hopped down the stairs and wondered what my dream was all about. I could hardly remember it since it was rapidly fading into nothingness. I do know there was a lady who seemed to be in her thirties and she was naked and she was doing strange things to me... I shivered again and noticed that my groin was stirring. And why did I wake up feeling so angry at mummy? It didn't make sense, I loved mummy! She had gotten me some great presents this morning and spoilt me with cake and food. There was going to be a party in the evening and I had decided to go to my room and play with my GI Joe action figures. Next thing I knew I had drifted off to sleep and had that weird daydream. I could hear voices talking heatedly from the living room as I approached. I slowed down as I got to the door. "You can't take my son back to Nigeria just yet! He would have a better life staying here with me." "You never did support my political ambitions, did you, Edmund. My son needs to know his roots anyway!" "Yeah, right! I know you, darling, you'll never have enough time to take care of him. And don't think that I don't know you, Cassandra. All you care about is getting what you want." "That is not true! I've given Caesar everything he could ever want!" "Stop calling him that! His name is Edwin. And your idea of a present was to give him a crime novel!" "He enjoys reading books doesn't he? In fact he told me he would like to become a writer someday." "Pah! He should be thinking of being a lawyer like me. I'm not comfortable with him going to your country. He should grow up British." "No way, Edmund, he's going to be Nigerian. You can't take his heritage away from him. He can come and visit you all the time when he's on holidays." "We are not divorced and I'm not going to divorce you. I am a strict catholic you know that." "Keep religion out of this!" "If you want to go back to Nigeria, go ahead. But Edwin stays with me." "Damn it, Edmund...!" I walked in at that moment and stared at the two of them. I felt crushed. What had they been arguing about? They argued all the time but this was different. They stopped talking abruptly and stared guiltily at me. "Hello, Edmund!" said Mummy gently, "I thought you were playing with your toys?" "I slept off, Mummy. I just woke up. What's going on?" I looked from one parent to another. "Your Mummy wants you to go to Nigeria, Edwin" he said looking at her accusingly, "Would you like that?" "Stop saying it like it's a bad thing!" hissed Mummy, "Nigeria isn't a bad place, Edwin, there are so many nice people there." "Are you two breaking up?" My heart felt like a torpedoed ship. "Of course not!" Mummy said quickly, "It's just that I've just gotten a very big job with the Nigerian Government and will like to use this opportunity to take you to your roots." "I suppose that's okay" I said finally. Daddy looked at me with a hurt expression on his face. "You see, Edmund?" said Mummy triumphantly, "He wants to come with me..." I would never forget the way they glared at each other. I felt guilty and even though Daddy was the greatest I just couldn't bear to be without Mummy Dearest. Then why this nagging feeling in my chest like I had made the wrong decision? Like I was supposed to choose to stay with Daddy instead? Like I was supposed to be on some kind of mission? Something felt amiss. That day dream... what was that dream all about? Why was that dream so important? I walked over to Mummy and climbed on to her lap. I rested my head against her warm bosom and my eyelids began to feel drowsy, my thoughts began to drift, Daddy's sad face dissolving in front of me like sugar cubes in hot tea... Caesar jolted awake and stared in bewilderment at Amaka's face. "Well did you accomplish your mission?" she asked. "It was all a dream" he whispered hoarsely, "Just a repressed memory brought back to life." "Really? Are you sure?" "In the dream, I thought I had woken from another dream. I was seven again and it was my birthday. My mother and father were arguing. She wanted me to come to Nigeria with her. My father said I should stay in Swansea, Wales. I thought I was making the right choice then. Now see how that turned out. I and my mother hardly speak to each other now. She never had time for me. All she cared was climbing the political ladder." "Who is she?" "Cassandra Okafor, the Minister of Aviation." "Wow! Your mom is a powerful woman." "Yes, she is." "You still love her, don't you?" she asked smiling. "I don't know." "You do. I can see it in your eyes. So that's why you became a reporter! You wanted to fight back at the government and your mother represents everything you hate about your country." "I love my country! We have good people working their asses off to make a living but they keep getting trampled on by those bastards in power. Why didn't I just be a mummy's boy and live off her ill gotten riches? Because I care. Because I am tired of the outside world thinking that we Nigerians are just fraudsters and thieves. We have great people who can do anything that anyone in this world can do." "But you wanted to say no, right? Wasn't that the point of you going back in time?' Dreamwalker "Come on, I really didn't travel in time, did I? It was all a dream. Anyway I couldn't have changed anything. If I had said yes then we would never have met. I'm happy to be Nigerian. I can fight the good fight right here in this country I love." "Okay, if you insist. Still want to have sex?" "Let me think for a while. This has been a very strange evening." "I thought so." The next day Sadiq and I dropped off Amaka and her friend. Amaka was behaving strangely, as if she didn't know who I was. Sadiq later told me that she had a drug problem. She was probably so stoned she couldn't even remember who she had spent the evening with. The proprietress was peeping at me through a window as we left the chalet and there was a strange look in her eyes... like she had seen me in a dream. I wondered about last night and the strange dream I had had. It had been so vivid, I was sure it was real! But I guess it was just a repressed memory. Huh! Next time I must remember to pinch myself. Dreamwalker: Forbidden Lust It was a bitterly cold, wet morning. The icy wind howled through the leafless branches of tall dark trees cutting ruthlessly into any exposed flesh it could find. It found the thin, hollow cheeks of old Tom Grady, as he huddled against the merciless chilly onslaught that threatened to freeze him to the bone. His black well worn boots trudged up the stony path that led to his friend Colonel James Rhys or the Colonel as most people called him. Jimmy wasn't really a friend but more of a partner. Not a partner as in a couple but a partner in crime. Because what they did together was certainly a crime. Two old men and an eighteen year old girl, fondling, rubbing, kissing and sucking. Helpless, subservient, compliant, eager to please, she seemed to like it and even if she didn't, they certainly didn't care. They took turns with her, sometimes alone, sometimes together, taking her in all positions and places. And she took it with perverse docility, only her eyes mirrored the emptiness in her soul. Tom couldn't wait for tonight's session. He and the Colonel always had their night of sin every Sunday evening. What made the nights so special was that they always used the same girl. One would have thought that they would be tired of using the same girl again and again but that certainly wasn't the case. She was special, very special. She was special because she was the Colonel's only daughter Angelina or Angel as they fondly called her. She was the reason he was braving the filthy weather to feel her warm body in his old, gnarly fingers. His knock went unanswered for a few minutes before the door opened to reveal the tall figure of Angela. For some reason Tim felt a chill in his bones and it wasn't from the weather. Angela was not what you would call beautiful. Her name seemed inappropriate for her face as she looked a bit backward. Her eyes were too wide apart and her nose too broad. Her mouth was too big, although she had thick, juicy lips which Tom knew she used very well. Her treasure lay in her body which was so voluptuous that if it belonged to a smaller girl she would have looked fat. Her breasts and buttocks stuck out from her slight frame in right angles, giving her an S- shaped posture. She was a dumb blonde stereotype, a buxom young girl that looked like a CGI fantasy figure with about as much personality. Tom couldn't take his lecherous eyes off her. He wanted to tear the flimsy pink nightgown off her rack. She was normally quiet and moody but tonight there was something odd about her demeanor. Tom noticed she was even more spaced out than usual- her huge, wide apart eyes were as cold and as empty as those of the dead. She just stood at the door and stared at him, her face completely bereft of any form of expression. Tim thought it odd that she answered the door. She never answered the door. "Where's your father?" he asked curtly as he hurriedly came indoors and slammed the door behind him. Angela continued to stare at him. Tom noticed that even though her eyes were staring straight at him, her ice blue pupils moved slowly from left to right. Like she was sleeping, he thought. Was she sleepwalking? "Where is your father?" Tom repeated, gently this time. "Daddy is not here" she said laconically. Her voice was flat and without the thick countryside accent she normally had. "Then where is he?" Tom asked surprised. "Daddy is no longer in this world. Daddy is in the well." A cold shiver crawled up his spine and goose pimples broke out over his skin. "What! What are you saying?" Angela offered no other comment. Tom called out the Colonel's name. No answer. He proceeded to search the house expecting resistance from Angela. But she stood in one spot and followed his movements with blank, unblinking eyes. The Colonel was nowhere to be found. But the well...? thought Tom in horror. There was a disused well in the backyard. The thought of his friend being at the bottom on such a cold evening chilled him to the bone. He went to check... A few minutes later paramedics pulled the unconscious body of Colonel Rhys from the bottom of the well. He had been bashed over the head with something hard and it was a miracle that he was still alive. He ended up in a coma and Angel was promptly arrested. *** Chief of Police Jeremy Jones couldn't sleep. He tossed and turned in his bed, trying his best not to disturb his wife who lay next to him. Eventually he lay on his back and stared sightlessly at the ceiling, his right hand straying into his pajama trousers to touch himself. His mind, his thoughts, his dreams were full of only one thing: his daughter Karen. He wanted her so badly he thought he would go mad. He suddenly got out of bed and silently left the room. Walking to the furthest door on the right side of the house, he placed his hand on the knob. He felt guilty and afraid but at the same time he felt excited. He turned the knob and slowly pushed the door open. The room was submerged in darkness but a thin sliver of moonlight came through the half closed curtains and fell across her sleeping form. He walked over to the edge of the bed and stared down at his daughter. She was a ravishing creature- long raven black hair, an oval sensual face with smoldering dark eyes, a pert nose and luscious full lips. Her breasts were small but perky and seemed to punch holes into anything she was wearing. She had a perfect heart shaped bum that seemed sculpted from hard wood and legs that went on forever. Right now she lay on her belly, her face to one side, her hair a messy halo around her head on the pillow. Her right thumb was stuck in between her impossibly succulent lips, her eyes half-closed in sleep. She had on a t-shirt and a pair of baby blue briefs that fit her bum like a glove. Her exposed cheeks reflected the moonlight. She looked absolutely adorable. Jeremy shivered and he felt his arousal mushroom into a full blown erection. He wanted to touch her so badly. He found it incredibly disturbing that he had these feelings for his only daughter. He had had them for a long time and they got more intense as she got older. Now she was twenty three and shockingly beautiful and her sensuality had eclipsed even the love he had for his wife. He had always been a faithful husband and father and had never done anything to offend them. But this passion, this lust was threatening everything he held dear including his sanity. If he consummated his lust he had no doubt of the consequences it would bring to his family. He reached out and gently touched her back. He knew she was a very heavy sleeper and could sleep through a great deal of groping before being roused awake. Anyway he could always pretend he was checking that she was properly tucked up in bed. After a slight hesitation he placed his hand on her bottom. His fingers inched slowly to her exposed flesh. He closed his eyes as he savored the soft, firm skin under his fingers. He left his hand there for a long time. He let his fingers trail the crack of her bottom and was even bold enough to give her ass cheek a gentle squeeze. Her only response was to grunt in her sleep and wriggle her bottom slightly. He reluctantly decided to leave. He badly wanted to feel her sharp, pointed breasts but she was lying on her belly and he would have to turn her over to get a good purchase. That would surely wake her. Taking one long, last look, he left the room. He didn't get the chance to try and get back to sleep. The phone rang and his deputy informed him that Colonel Rhys was in the hospital. *** Middleton is an old, obscure English town lost in the countryside. Its population is barely above 5000 and its crime rate is probably the lowest in the world. It hadn't had a violent crime in the past two decades and this recent incident was going to upset the proverbial applecart. Chief of Police Jeremy Jones was very annoyed that his beloved town's idyllic existence had been shattered by this shocking incident. Colonel Rhys was a loner that was rumored to be filthy rich. However he lived in a dilapidated cottage with his only daughter after his wife left him. He hated any form of technology and only managed to own a phone. He avoided banks and it was rumored he kept his money in gold bars stored somewhere in the house. No one cared to find out because he was a decorated soldier and owned an impressive arsenal that he was more than willing to use on trespassers or would be burglars. There were also rumors that he was shagging his daughter. Jeremy didn't like the man but then again, nobody did except for maybe Tom Grady who was a real creep. Jeremy walked into the interrogation room and faced Angel across the table. She was wearing a see-through night gown and he could see her nipples. He felt instantly aroused and he was glad he was behind a table. Angel looked disoriented. She kept looking around her like she didn't know where she was, her face a mask of confusion. "Angel, what happened last night?" he asked in a gravelly voice. "I don't understand. What am I doing here?" She sounded scared. "You're father is in a coma." "What!" She looked at him in horror. Jeremy was confused. She didn't look like she was play acting. "Angel" he said softly, "You told Tom Grady that your father was in the well. That's where he was found with his head bashed in. An ashtray was found with blood on it. Unless Tom is lying it seems you were the only one in the house. He said you were acting strange like you were on drugs. What happened?" "It was a dream..." she whispered, "Only a dream." "What?" She threw her head back and began to scream. *** Jeremy couldn't get anything out of her again and a shrink had to be called. While he sat brooding in his office, staring at a framed picture of Karen, his phone rang. "Yes?" "Chief Jeremy Jones?" "That's me. Who's this please?" "My name is Amaka" Jeremy raised an eyebrow. The name sounded African but her English was flawless and without an accent. Her voice had a soft metallic quality and sounded cold. He had an idea she would be beautiful in a sinister way. "I have information on what happened last night. I would very much like to see you alone." "Come down to the station." "No" she said sharply, "Meet me at my place." "Where do you stay?" The address she gave him made him uneasy. It was on the outskirts of the town near an abandoned burial ground with dead leafless trees and soil permanently blackened by a mysterious fire that happened years ago. Townsfolk were superstitious and believed the place to be haunted. "Alright, I'll come over." "I'll be expecting you." She hung up. *** He knocked on the door and waited. He was looking at a pair of white sneakers that lay on the door mat which looked rather nice except they were caked in black mud. He didn't need to look closer to know that they were very expensive designer footwear. This African chick had money. And apparently she didn't mind spending it judging from the way she ruined those sneakers. Amaka was a fair skinned Nigerian girl with a plain face but an excellent figure. Her eyes were however very deep and dark and she watched him with an awareness that unsettled him. "Angel didn't intentionally attack her dad" she said flatly, "She was sleepwalking." "What?" "Sleepwalking" she repeated as if he were a slow child. "What do you mean?" "I came to this country to complete a Masters' program at the local university and decided to stay in this town for a while. Angela is my friend. She might have some problems but she opened up to me. She told me she is regularly abused by her dad and it causes her nightmares. She sometime sleepwalks." Jeremy remembered his desire for his own daughter and immediately felt a pang of guilt. "This sounds interesting but I've never heard of anyone who attacks someone while sleepwalking. That sounds completely bonkers. "That is what happened!" Jeremy felt he had heard enough. He stood up to leave. "If you insist." "I sense you know more about this issue than you would care to admit." Jeremy stared at her. "What do you mean?" he demanded. "I know your dreams. And you'd better make sure they don't come true." *** Back home his wife told him she had to get out of town for a few days. She was a successful motivational speaker and she had a function to attend. Jeremy didn't mind. It meant he had Karen all to himself. Maybe something would happen, he thought. What would happen? Would he seduce his own daughter? Would that be taking advantage of her? He loved his daughter very much and only wanted the best for her. He wasn't a monster like Colonel Rhys. That he was very sure of. Later that evening Karen came home from hanging out with her friends and playfully sat on his lap while he watched TV. She was wearing a halter and jeans and she looked gorgeous. She happily told him of her wild night while she unintentionally rubbed her tight bum on his crotch. Her mom was in the kitchen and they were alone. Jeremy prayed vainly for Karen not to feel his hardening organ as he playfully stroked her back. She leaned against him and a perky breast pressed against his cheek. He tried to remain cool but he knew she would soon feel something prodding against her. She turned to back him and his pole slipped into the cleft between her cheeks. She giggled and leaned back against him. Jeremy put his arms round her and hugged her from behind. He wondered whether she knew he wanted her. By now she must feel his hardness against her. Why didn't she react? He felt she was giving him a subtle sign. He couldn't wait for his wife to leave town. The next day Colonel Rhys' ex-wife Marcy came to the station. She was a short, sturdy woman that looked as strong as an ox. She demanded to see Jeremy and what she had to say was the strangest thing he ever heard. "That African bitch made my daughter attack James" she said. "What?" "Amaka or whatever her name is, possessed Angel then hit James over the head and tossed him in the well." "Possessed? Really? Like a demon? How?" "She's a dreamwalker. She possessed my daughter and made her kill Jimmy." Jeremy groaned and rubbed his head. Had all the women in this town gone completely nuts? This was the third one to mention 'dreams'. "Could you please explain?" "Amaka is part of some voodoo witch cult that can manipulate people through dreams. She can enter people's dreams and can make them do things while creating the impression that they are sleepwalking. She has Angel under her spell. "Really?" asked Jeremy with obvious disbelief, "Does she also have you under her spell?" "No" she said smiling coldly, "I'm one of the few who don't dream." *** That night he couldn't sleep again. His wife would be leaving town the next day and he couldn't wait. However he didn't want to sneak off to his daughter's room to ogle at her. Even that was getting creepy. He decided to visit the Rhys residence and hunt for clues that might have been missed. He opened the door and immediately he was inside he knew he wasn't alone. Someone else was in the house. He could feel it. Whoever it was charged him like a bull, the head connecting with his stomach and driving the wind out of him. Simultaneously his balled fists crashed down on the attacker's back then they all went down together. Whoever it was tried to throttle him and he had to pull out his gun and pistol whip the assailant across the face. The hands left his throat and the figure collapsed. Jeremy pulled off the ski-mask and saw the hateful eyes of Marcy staring defiantly back at him. "The box of jewelry is gone" she spat almost tearfully, "That black bitch must have stolen it." Down at the station, Marcy explained that the Colonel didn't keep his wealth in gold bars as was popularly thought but was stored in diamonds. The ice had gone missing. Jeremy didn't like this one bit. An open and shut assault case involving a depraved father and his deranged sexually abused daughter had turned into a robbery case as well. He just wanted the whole sordid episode to blow over so he could concentrate on trying to sleep with his beloved daughter Karen. Anyway he kept Marcy locked up. The next morning his wife drove out of town and he smiled. He would spend his first night alone with Karen and he was determined to spend it in her bed. Something else was bothering him. It had been knocking around at the back of his mind for hours but he couldn't nail it down. Suddenly it became clear to him. "Shit!" He must be getting old he thought. He drove to the graveyard and after scouting around was relieved to still find some tracks. They led to a freshly dug grave and after finding a shovel he didn't need to dig long before he heard a metal thud as the shovel hit something underneath the soft earth. He had found the box of jewelry. Amaka was arrested. The soles of her sneakers identically matched the tracks on the burial ground. Jeremy had her hauled off to the station. "What did you and Angel plan to do?" he asked her sarcastically, "Murder the old man and take the trinkets and run? I knew Angel was retarded but I never knew she was this stupid. You two are going away for a long time." "And what now, Chief?" she retorted with equal acid, "You'll just go home to your daughter and have a great time?" "What?" Jeremy asked warily. "Don't do it" she whispered, "If you do it then you are no different from Angel's father and you will pay dearly for your sins." He told her to shut up and left her in a cell to cool off. But he was spooked. How the hell did she know about his feelings for Karen? He got home late and surprised to find Karen awake. She came downstairs to greet him, dressed in only sheer black lingerie that lovingly clung to every curve of her body. She threw her arms around his neck and kissed him on the lips. "Hello, Dad" she breathed, "I've missed you." He hugged her tightly and stroked her back. This was going to be easier than I thought, he reflected. He held at shoulder length and contemplated her. She looked lovely but something seemed different. She had this weird smile on her face and her eyes were vacant. She took his hand and pulled him up the stairs. "Let's go to my room, Daddy. I have a surprise for you." It was probably a minor quibble but Jeremy had never known Karen to call him 'Daddy'. She was a fan of Italian mafia movies and either called him Papa or Pops. She led him into her room which was brightly lit. Apparently she had been browsing the internet because her laptop lay opened on her table. Facebook or some other crap, he thought. She dragged him to the bed and she fell back on it, pulling him down on top of her. Jeremy wondered if she was high on something since he couldn't perceive any alcohol. "Make love to me, Daddy" she whispered as her hands went for his belt. Jeremy grabbed her wrists in alarm. "Karen, are you alright?" he asked in concern. She stared up at his face. Her pupils seemed to have difficulty focusing on him. "Come on, Daddy" she scoffed, "Stop acting like you don't want it. You've always wanted to get in my pants. You think I don't know?" Immediately he felt ashamed. "Karen, I..." "Come on, Baby" she purred, "This is going to be fun!" Jeremy decided she was doped to the nines and decided that he didn't care. This was probably the only chance he would get to sleep with his daughter. He pulled her close and kissed her on the mouth. Their tongues ravished each other. He cupped her breasts and gently massaged them. They felt firm and hard. Her nipples stood hard and stiff like nails. She groaned deeply as he tweaked them. He turned her around and unlatched the bra. He made her face him again and he bent his head to her naked breasts. He slowly sucked and licked each one while gently tugging at the nipples with his teeth. She writhed and groaned like crazy. Dreamwalker: Forbidden Lust He made her stand next to the bed and he sat down opposite her. Her wide hips were directly in front of him and the thin black V of her panties looked so enticing. He hooked a finger to each side and slowly pulled it down. Her glorious black bush was revealed to him. He placed his tongue on her wetness and gently slurped at her. She moaned helplessly. He turned her around and he relished the sight of her naked buttocks. He took his time to fondle and feel them. He pulled her down on the bed and spread her legs. She gasped as he pulled down his trousers and she grabbed at him. "You're so big, Daddy" she moaned, "I want you inside me." Jeremy didn't waste any more time. He penetrated her slowly and she screamed. He humped her for a long time until eventually he came with a grunt. She wrapped her legs round his waist and begged him not to withdraw. "Again, Daddy" she wept, "Screw me again..." The next morning Karen woke up and was acting funny. He had crept back to his room after the escapade and she had woken up alone. He expected her to feel awkward now that they had broken the sex barrier but she seemed to be looking at him in a really strange way. She was acting like she couldn't recall what happened last night but knew she and her dad must have done something wrong. Jeremy decided it must have been drugs and left for the station with a nagging feeling that something was terribly wrong. He went in to check on his suspects and noticed Amaka was in a cheerful mood. "You might want to check your e-mail" she whispered to him. "Why?" he asked suspiciously. "It's a surprise." Jeremy locked himself in the office and booted up his old PC. He found he had a new message and he clicked on it. It was a video file. With a feeling of dread he opened the file. He watched for a few minutes, his facing going white. It was him and Karen having sex. He was finished. He told his deputy to bring Amaka into his office. She had a knowing smile on her face. Jeremy asked his deputy to give him some privacy. "You really are a dreamwalker, aren't you?" he asked in a hoarse whisper, "It was you I was fucking last night and not my daughter, wasn't it? You made Angel assault her dad and then you stole the jewelry." "He was a monster that deserved what he got" she hissed "Now you are getting your just desserts." "How did you film it?" "I left the laptop camera on. Brilliant, huh?" "You, bitch! What do you want?" "Oh, just my freedom. Then get rid of the evidence. I will simply vanish, never to return to this godforsaken town. So will the video. But don't ever think that I will be gone for good. I will be checking up on you and Karen. As long as the both of you still dream, I will never be far away." *** Angel was charged with assaulting her father but her testimony of abuse in court got her committed to a psychiatric facility. Tom Grady was arrested after being implicated by Angel's narration of her harrowing ordeal. Colonel Rhys eventually pulled out of his coma and as soon as he was well enough got arrested. Marcy was later released on bail after being charged with breaking and entering. Jeremy dropped the assault charge. The Chief of Police never slept with his daughter again and when Karen told him of the strange erotic dream she had about him, he told her it was exactly what it was: a dream. As for Amaka, he never saw her again. Dreamwalkers: First Contact Tentatively, she laid down on the bed. Her mind wandered back to the last thing he said before he logged off. "I need to ask a favor," he had typed. One corner of her mouth had turned up as she read that and wondered what. Guys were so predictable. It was probably a request for nude pics or something. Just like all the rest. "Oh?" She had typed back. "What favor is that?" "What is your favorite color?" That had puzzled her just a little. Then she shrugged. Maybe he had a lingerie fetish. "Blue." She had responded. "What's yours?" "Oddly... or maybe not so oddly... blue also. Most people would guess black, but it is actually blue." She couldn't quite stop a chuckle. Of course it was. And she was actually the bastard child of the queen and would be crowned princess any time now. She tried to think of something to type back that wouldn't let him guess she was laughing at him. But, she didn't have to. "IF you should dream of me again," he typed, "and something should start happening that makes you uncomfortable, just think of the color blue. Ok?" She blinked and read through it again. Ok, this guy was definitaly odd. And maybe a little spooky. But, as long as he didn't know who she really was, fine. "Ok." She typed back. "I know it sounds odd." He typed. "Believe me, I know EXACTLY how strange it sounds. But, if I do appear in your dreams again and anything is making you uncomfortable just think about blue. And thank you." This wasn't the usual flirting and she wasn't quiet sure what to make of it. Now, with the computer off and, perhaps more importantly, the lights off, and lying here alone in her bed, those words came back to her. A small thrill went through her. Not terror, exactly. But the fear of a good horror movie or a roller coaster. That feeling that although you knew you were safe, a small part of you thought you just might not be. She snorted a laugh, there in the dark. Right. He was actually really going to visit her in her dreams. She closed her eyes and nestled down into her pillow. She was so tired. She knew she had stayed up too long. And she hadn't slept very well last night, because... Her eyes flew open wide as she thought about what else he had typed early on in the conversation. She sat bolt upright in the bed. It was difficult to breath. "Did you have any strange dreams last night?" He had asked. She had smiled and playfully typed back. "Yes. About you. But, I can't talk about it." "Oh... umm..." He had typed. "Did it start with someone coming up behind you and gently tracing strong hands down your arms to your hands and folding them across to make you hug yourself as they held you against them and whispered something in your ear?" She had shivered with anticipation, hoping he would keep going when she typed back, "Yes." But, he had just typed. "Oh. Should I apologize?" Now, though, she shivered for a different reason. She hadn't really thought about it at the time, but that was exactly how her dream had started. Her chest felt tight, like a fist was squeezing her heart. She couldn't catch her breath for a moment. "That's impossible." She whispered. "No one can do that." But, still. That had been a little exact for a lucky guess. Her nipples tightened and she felt her core moisten as she thought about what else she had dreamed. "All right, 'Mister Acktion'." She whispered as her chest loosened and she drew a deep breath. "So, you can visit me in my dreams, can you? Let's see what happens this time." She laid her head back upon her pillow and sighed as she relaxed. Gradually, her breathing slowed and grew shallower as she drifted off into the land of dreams. And the arms of a stranger. ***************************************** Strong hands on her shoulders were the first thing she felt. "Finally," A deep voice breathed softly across her ear. "I was afraid you wouldn't come." Those strong hands glided down her arms and until they reached her hands. She felt a powerful chest press against her shoulder blades as he folded her arms under her breasts in a hug. She sighed as he held her. "I want you so very, very much." His voice whispered and she felt lips touch her neck just below her jaw. "Just remember to think about blue if I move too fast or do anything that makes you uncomfortable." She gasped and immediately thought of blue. Everything changed in the blink of an eye. She was no longer sitting in front of her computer where she had typed to him, and others, just a short time ago. Instead, there was a room of blank, blue with nothing in it. His arms weren't around her any more. She turned slowly to see him standing several feet away. "I'm sorry." He said, gently. "What is this?" She asked. "Because I have to admit, I'm freaking out just a little bit." "It's a dream." He said. "Your dream. I'm... well, I just sort of dropped by for a visit." "No." She shook her head. "That isn't possible." "Actually, it happens more than you might think." He said with a little smile. "People have dreams they don't quite feel in control of all the time. When that happens, it is usually because someone else's dream touched theirs. But, people don't talk about dreams these days much. So, most people don't realize that they share a dream world almost as much as they share the real world." What he said almost made sense. Almost. "So, this is what you really look like?" She asked, more for something to say than because she was quite ready to believe. "Yes and no." He waggled his hand back and forth. "This is how I see myself. Most people don't see themselves truly. I think I've got a little better grasp on who I am than most. But... well, if I were to see you in the flesh, you would probably look a little different as well. Women are actually worse at this than men. They have a tendency to exaggerate small flaws." "Oh, really." She smirked a little and folded her arms. "So men are better at this than women." "Not really," he laughed. "Men tend to imagine themselves a little better than the truth." "I happened to touch on a dream with a model once. I won't name names, but you have seen her picture in... well, a lot of places. "But, her dream self is... well, if we had weight in this existence, she would have been about forty pounds heavier than she really is. Her hair was this frizzy mess around her head that rivaled medusa. And she had this huge angry scar next to her eye. A scar that if you ever noticed it in her pictures, actually looks like a fingernail mark and is barely noticable. "On the other hand, another time I touched on a dream of a rather well known... um... well, 'computer geek'. He looked like he could have posed for Michaelangelo. And if he had really been that well hung, he would have needed a wheelbarrow." She snorted at the mental image. "So, we look how we want to look here?" "Not so much," he shook his head. "We look like we see ourselves. Sometimes it's how we want to look. Other times it's how we are afraid we look. I sort of like the term they used in 'The Matrix' of 'residual self-image'. But, they didn't really get it right. You see, how we see ourselves changes. Then again, they couldn't really make Keanu Reeves look like anything other than Keanu Reeves. No matter how good the make-up artist. He could open beer bottles with his chin here, by the way." She couldn't help it. Laughter bubbled up out of her. She laughed until her cheeks streamed with tears. When her laughter finally wound down for lack of breath, she was sitting on the floor. She wiped her eyes and saw him sitting on the floor of this strange room. He might have moved a little closer, but he was still beyond arms reach. "So, why are you here?" She asked. "Why are we here?" "Well, that's a little tricky." He smiled. "Do you want the short answer or the long one?" "Short." "I'm here to make slow sweet gentle love to you." He said. "I'm here to fuck you. And everything in between. I'm here to explore every single inch of you that I can, inside and out. With my fingers, my tongue, and my hard, throbbing cock." Her abdomen felt like it was cramping. She could feel moisture pooling out of her. Her nipples were so tight they hurt. And her breasts felt heavy and achy. "Oh." She said, faintly. "Um. What's the long answer?" "The long answer is just that. Long." He grinned. "Are you sure you want to hear it?" "Um, yes. Why would you think I wouldn't?" "Because your clothes disappeared while you were thinking about me fucking you." She looked down to find that, indeed, she had not a stitch of clothing to cover her nakedness. "Eep." Her hands flew to cover herself. "Relax." He said, gently. "Although it seems a shame to cover it back up, just imagine clothes again." She looked down. She was still naked. "It isn't working." "You're trying too hard. Look, I'll turn around while we talk, okay?" She glanced back up to find that he was facing away from her. Still sitting cross-legged on the floor. "I admit that this may be my fault." He continued. "I really, really wanted to see you. All of you." She felt a touch of warmth spread through her. "You wanted to see me?" She hated that she sounded like a little girl just then and wished that she could have said something cooler. "Very, very much." He said. "You are so beautiful it makes my chest ache. Not to mention parts of me further south." "You really think I'm beautiful?" Suddenly, he was just there, standing over her. She gasped and rocked back, reaching back with one hand to catch herself. "Do I think you are beautiful?" She flinched at the deep growl that seemed to reverbrate through her body. "God," he said as his fists clenched. She imagined she could hear bones creaking. "I want to visit that ex-fiance of yours and hurt him for making you doubt..." The room swirled black and red. The sheer rage radiating from him was almost palpable. It seemed to whisper along her skin, making her shiver in fear. Blue. He had said to think about blue. Blue. She closed her eyes tightly and thought about the color blue so hard that there were blue flecks sparkling against her eyelids. "I'm sorry." His deep voice whispered. She felt his hand on her calf. "I'm so, so sorry." She opened her eyes to find him sitting once more, right next to her. His hand that had seemed so strong earlier on her shoulders felt like a feather so lightly did it touch her calf. The room was a smooth cerulean once more. "I am so sorry." He said again. "It just makes me angry that anyone could have hurt you this much. Have made you doubt that you are beautiful. "Look, let me ask you this and you tell me." He went on. "I've already told you that I've touched dreams of movie stars and models. So, if I could be in any of their dreams, why would I be in yours?" "I d-don't know," She whispered. "Because out of anywhere, I want to be with you." He said simply. "To... to fuck me?" She asked. "I would be lying if I said I don't want to." He said. "I would love to bend you over and thrust away with my cock as deep inside you as I can go and watch the beautiful swell of your ass bounce in time to my powerful thrusts..." Her breath caught once more and she felt her puss clench at the thought. But he was still talking. "Or to lay you back and move my hips in a circle so that you feel my cock shifting and pressing around and around inside you while my thumb makes circles on your clit." She was panting and her vision was blurring. Her nipples ached and without really thinking, she reached a hand to rub at that ache. But, still he was not done. "Or to hold my body just above yours as you lay beneath me and gaze into your eyes and let you see what I'm feeling in mine as make slow sweet gentle love to you." Her thighs clenched around her hand that had slipped between her legs to press against her aching mound there. A river of wetness seemed to drip onto her fingers. "Or just sit here with you and talk, if that is what you want to do." He finished. "I just want to be with you." Before she realized she had moved, her lips were pressed against his. She moaned into his mouth as his arms came up to pull her tighter to him. Her leg ached, and almost without thinking, she shifted so that she was straddling him as she felt his tongue press against her lips. She opened her mouth to let that invader touch her teeth briefly before her own tongue darted out to fence with his. "Or this works too." He whispered into her mouth. The feel beneath her fingers that had clutched at him changed. Rather than cloth, her digging questing fingers felt skin. Even better, the rough cloth that had been scraping against her swollen sex disappeared and she felt a welcome pressure of his hard, swollen cock instead. Whimpering with need, she lifted herself just a little and felt the head lift upright to brush her swollen dripping pussy. She wanted it inside her. The only thing that would ease the ache within was being filled with that teasing hardness she could feel as she began to press down. She threw her head back as she felt him press up to meet her as she pressed down. His strong hands pulled her to him, one between her shoulder blades and the other on her lower back, just above the curve of her ass. Her mouth opened wide in a gasping soundless scream as her burning, aching nipples grazed his chest and his feverish lips touched the soft skin of her neck. With a twisting moment of pressure, she felt him inside her and the ache gave away to a different need. "Oh, God." She moaned into his mouth as she sucked at his lips. Her hips twisted and pressed against him taking him in and out and in and out. He seemed to fill every part of her down there without being too full. Her clitoris was pressing against him at the base of his wonderful, throbbing, filling dick. She tore her mouth from his with a soundless cry and leaned back a little, trying to get him to hit a certain spot that seemed to ache and itch with needing him to touch it. And then it happened. He leaned back away from her as she was leaning back away from him. And inside, she felt the ridge of his engorged head scrap just that spot. Her mouth clamped shut and her teeth ground together immitating her hips grinding at his as she scraped him across that spot again and again and again. Her eyes popped open wide and her mouth followed in a soundless scream as his strong hand lifted her breast and he drew a nipple into his mouth causing a cascade of relief to wash through her. Her hips lost the rhythm as she twitched and spasmed in ecstacy. Diminishing ripples of pleasure washed through her. She felt a gush of wetness flood from her, drenching his lap and pooling between them. His strong hands guided her in a gentle fall from atop him to her side and then further. Until she was lying on her back looking up at him, feeling him still inside her. "So much for foreplay." He chuckled wickedly. "Now for some real action. Ah, you are multi-orgasmic, I hope?" "Oh, fuck." She moaned. "Exactly." ********************************** The siren of the alarm clock blared as the cheery sunlight streamed through the window. She blearily swatted at the offending clock to shut off the noise. Lifting her head, she glared at it and swore as she saw that it had been going off for thirty full minutes before she had woke up enough to hear it. Her eyes felt like they were full of sand. More, every part of her body held a gentle complaining ache. Especially... She smiled and turned her face against the pillows as she cupped her aching crotch. The drying dampness that met her touch was no surprise. That had been one hell of a dream. And her body felt as if it had been made love to for hours. Shower, dress, and work. She yawned wishing she could roll over for a little more sleep. Although she wasn't sure she could take anymore dream. She paused by the computer for a moment on her way and on impulse turned it on and logged in. A message popped up almost immediately. "Thank you for a magical night." He typed in. Her breath caught. No way it was real. No way. Slowly, she typed back. "I should be the one thanking you, lover." "Sorry about losing my temper for a moment." He typed back. "It just bothers me that anyone could make you think less of yourself. Could make you think you aren't beautiful. Inside and out." She clutched at the desk feeling dizzy. How could he have possibly known. Finally, she typed back. "Don't fuck with me. Is this real?" There was a long pause. She felt foolish for a moment and imagined him laughing at her believing that it would be possible for one person to visit another persons dreams. Finally, an answer popped on her screen. "Several civilizations over time have had something they loosely translated as 'Dreamwalkers'. They believed everyone shared the dream realms or 'moon paths' as well as the waking world. But, that dreamwalkers were aware of this and could move through and shape the dreamworld. Could make things happen there. I'm a dreamwalker."