DISCLAIMER
This is a romantic adult erotic story with fictional characters and plot, targeted at fingernail fetish readers. If extremely long fingernails and/or toenails gross you out, then you're in the wrong place.
'Dream chasers - The Morning After'
by V. Tarransky
Mar 2022
...And then: The Morning After
Knock-knock-knock-knock-knock-...! The sound of incessant knocking on the door woke me up. I jumped out of bed, went straight to the door and opened up without much thinking, I was barely... aware.
"Helen, what are you doing here?"
She looked at me angrily. "You
know
what I'm doing here."
"No, I don't. It's... What time is it? It's still dark outside! What's going on?"
"Who was...
that
?"
"Who was who?"
"Don't play dumb with me Theo, you
know
you can't hide anything for me."
"Hide... what?"
"Who was that with you? A minute ago!"
"What?!"
She tried to look behind me. "Aren't you going to let me in? Is there someone else here with you?"
"WHAT?!?! Helen, what the hell is wrong with you?"
"So there
is
someone else here!"
"No!!!" I fought back. This wasn't making any sense. "Fine, come on in! See for yourself!"
She stormed past me and went straight for the bedroom. I was just taken out of my bed and everything felt somewhat hazy. I dragged myself to the kitchen to make some coffee on the espresso machine. Half a minute later I took my cup and still half awake I went after her.
She stormed past me from the bathroom, which had also been inspected, to the living room and looked all around. Even went and looked out the window, like looking for someone trying to run away. The ambience outside the windows seemed like morning twilight.
"Helen, calm down. There's nobody here. Do you want some coffee?" I took a sip.
'Wow...'
this was intense. It never tasted this...
bitter.
"Nobody here, huh? Then you've been dreaming, mister! Who've you been dreaming
with?"
"Excuse me?"
"You've been dreaming! Don't lie to me, Theo! Who've you been dreaming of?"
"Helen... how the hell do you know that?"
"Come on Theo, ask something smarter! Of course I know that! I know everything that goes on inside your head!"
"So how come you don't know who and what I've been dreaming about?"
"Who says I don't?"
"So why do you keep asking me?"
"Because I
want
to hear you say it!"
"Fine... Fine... I've dreamt... you. We were having... a
very
good time. But you... interrupted... us."
She snorted and laughed. A very unfriendly and mocking laugh.
"No, Theo, that wasn't me", she said after she stopped laughing.
"What do you mean? Of course it was you!"
"No, Theo. Don't lie to me."
"Helen, I swear to you that ever since I've known you, no other person appeared in any of my dreams!"
"Reeeally? Okay, okay. Suppose... I believe you. Suppose you're right and I'm wrong. If you've been dreaming about me, then tell me. How long are
my
nails?"
At that moment I realized that she kept her hands behind her back and a feeling that she's been hiding them all along crept up on me.
"About... as long as your fingers, two or three inches maybe? You told me you've been growing them for a little over two years, if I remember correctly?"
"There. You see?... That
couldn't
have been me."
"What do you mean?"
She slowly brought her hands out from behind her back. It made no sense. It was impossible. But attention grabbing. And
incredibly ...luring.
"Helen... what happened to you?"
"Oh, don't be
ridiculous!"
"It may sound... silly to you, but I... don't... understand. When did your nails get so... long?"
"Twenty years, Theo... Twenty - looong - years..." she said, wiggling her fingers and the nails clicked and trembled. Her nails were undoubtedly grown for decades, darker and yellower in color towards the tips, thickening noticeably but not yet excessively at the base, due to the constant aggression the nail matrixes were sustaining simply because of their length and weight pulling on them.
This was so...
stimulating
to my senses, I had trouble looking away. Hazily, I saw the clock behind her in the corner of the living room.
'What if-...?'
I looked at it. It was flipping digits. I became aware.
'Right. This IS a dream'
I thought.
"Yes! It's
my
dream!" she replied to my... thought, claiming the ownership of whatever... reality was going on. "And if you ever think about bringing anybody else in here it will be a nightmare."
My perception went back to her nails. She kept her hands in front of her for me to see. I looked and 'gulped' on them with my senses, doing my best to keep the figment of awareness I had. Her fingers were pointing down and her nails were hanging at their tips in ample curves and twists making the grown-ness of them obvious and their
perfect imperfections
stand out. My awareness was wrestling for purpose with my arousal.
"Helen...
this...
is a dream. Mine or yours... is... unimportant. I
know...
what... you... want. I will give it to you" I tried to give some direction to the... narrative. I tore my attention away from her nails and looked at her. She was softening.
"You...
will?"
I kept my attention on her trying to give...
it...
the attention it demanded. This was after all a part of... my 'subconscious' that I...
believed...
I was... facing. Even though we agreed the evening before on the intention to meet in the dream, that idea was completely
beyond
my awareness and ability to remember at that moment.
"Yeah... sure... Either I'm in your head and I'm...
your...
image of me, or, most likely, the other way around. Either way... we're in the same head, we're... part of the same mind. Here, I am you and you are me. Hurting or fighting you is doing the same to me. I don't want that, I accept you and your
...significance.
You are what you are. Or rather...
this... you... here... is what I... am."
She was calm now, the anger and aggression in her expression vanished.
"Now. Do you feel them? Growing?" I asked.
She looked at her hands and raised them. Wide smile. Or rather grin.
"Yeees... Yeees... Oh, yeees..."
"Sit down, get on the sofa, they are going to get longer... and heavier... and even longer. Ten feet long was it?"
A familiar deep moaning exhale came out of her and her breath changed pace and depth.
"...It's... still... not... enough. It's...
never
enough..." she whispered through moans, looking at her nails slowly growing away and trembling to her sides, clicking on each other as her moans were getting louder. She was slowly moving her hands, repeatedly, to help her nails realign on the sofa and re-align with each other as they were growing. "I can't stop... Oh God, I can't stop..." she kept whispering through moans.
I also felt arousal. Her arousal was in fact my own. It was harder and harder to keep focus, the feeling was starting to overtake me. She had her hands resting on the sofa pointing sideways allowing her to keep the insanely long nails out of the way.
I...
felt
her nails through my... enhanced... perception of them. God, this was intense. The translucent color, the grown-ness of them, the superb curves of the undersides, their trembling because of their endless out-flow and because of her fingers shivering with pleasure, everything was fueling my lust.
Impossible to say how long her nails had gotten, nothing about what was happening was rational anymore. I got down in between her legs, with a
compelling need
of getting in and making it happen. It couldn't take too long.
I entered her and pushed once.
'Un-!... Fucking-!... Believable!'
I pushed twice.
'Oh-!... My-!... G-...'
Bzzzt!... Bzzzt!... Bzzzt!... The alarm on my phone went off. I opened my eyes, daylight was peeking through the shades.
"Arrrghfuuuuuu-...!" I let out a roar, but immediately slapped my mouth shut with my hand.
I was panting and my dick was aching. I reached for the phone and turned it face down to stop it from buzzing. Ten seconds later the phone started buzzing again. I picked it up.
'Oh... fuck.'
Helen. I probably woke her up with my... frustration. I let it buzz a few more times, thinking about what to say, and then I answered.
"Hey, uh-... sorry about that. Did I wake you? ...up?" I immediately 'charged'.
Silence for a few seconds.
"Good ...morning? ...Or is it?" she started hesitantly, probably startled at my 'attack'.
"Yeah-yeah, sorry... uh... good morning."
"What...
was
that? Are you okay?"
"Erm... Helen, can we... talk... about this... later?"
She did not reply immediately, obviously turning it around in her mind. A few seconds passed.
"Have you been dreaming?"
"Erm... uh..."
'WTF? Are you a mind-reader?'
"You
have!
Give me exactly one minute!"
"Helen, wait!..." but it was too late. She already hung up.
I heard a rustling noise from below cueing an 'invasion' to come.
'Oh... f-...'
I barely had time to splash my face with some water and make sure that I'm really awake before I heard her knock. I went and opened the door, she went straight in, directly to the living room. Same house robe, colorful socks, pink crocs.
"You know?... In the dream you've actually
asked
before I let you in?..." I said as she sat down.
"This can't wait, it's fresh in your mind you need to remember as much as you can!"
"Yeah,
I
do!
Me!"
"And... don't you want to... share?"
"Wait a second..."
'WTF?'
"Was that-...? How did you do that?"
"Do...
what?"
she was avoiding my eyes.
"That!...
Which you just
did!... In the dream!"
She just smiled widely but didn't say anything for a few moments.
