Surrounded by a never-ending white void, a young woman laid on her back, naked from head to toe. The cushioned surface she rested on was invisible. As were the restraints bound to her wrists and ankles. Her light-mocha colored skin glistened from her sweat. Her dark brown hair was a tangled and frizzy mess. A stark contrast to her endless efforts keeping it straightened and beautiful.
Aside from her presence, the environment was silent and sterile. Her rapid breathing echoed into the eternal distance and returned sounding like wind. The heavy beating of her heart mimicked rolling thunder. But the most deafening sound were her grunts and groans caused by her mild discomfort of being immobilized. She did not know how long she had been there, nor how much longer she would stay. Then a different noise caught her attention and her eyes widened in search of the source.
Off in the distance she saw the outline of a person approaching her. It shimmered like a mirage in the deepest and hottest deserts. As it grew closer, she noticed the being wasn't providing many distinguishing features. It looked masculine in build. That much she could determine. But the closer it got, the more it remained a mystery. Its very body seemed as if a spotlight was just behind it, preventing the front of the person from being clearly seen. And it was approaching faster and faster.
As the distance between them decreased, an all too familiar sensation began to overtake the woman: a slow pulsing throb buried in her core. An itch she was wanting to scratch. Each beat of her heart made the most special place on her body twitch from involuntary pleasure. The being in the distance seemed to notice of the woman's surprising arousal and approached quicker. When it was only a few steps away from her, the woman gasped in shock as the invisible bonds on her wrists and ankles gave away. Freedom at last.
The realization was met with a battle of wills. Mind versus body. Logic versus desire. Every fiber of her intelligence told her to get up and immediately run away. The entire situation was unnatural and there was no telling what might happen if she remained in place. Her heightened arousal fought back, keeping her on the ground and facing this mystery being in all her naked glory. Her body won the battle and her hands began to roam her flesh.
Her left hand moved towards her soft breasts. Her right went between her legs. Her index and middle fingers made contact with her swollen clit and gently rubbed it. A jolt of pleasure coursed through her body. The being was standing close by, head tilted to the side. It studied the woman touching herself. The woman watched how intrigued the being was while she played with her body. She was also studying it, noticing how it reacted to her moans and subtle twitches of her limbs. Even though the being was featureless, she knew it was a man. The outline of a hardening cock caught her eye as it grew between "his" legs.
The swelling appendage caused the young woman to finally twist one of her nipples and force her fingers into her soaked pussy. She gasped loudly, as did "he". She watched "his" cock flex with each quickening thrust of her fingers. Her legs parted with minds of their own. She fingered herself faster and faster while "his" breathing became as rapid as hers. She focused and saw the recognizable dribble of pre-cum pouring liberally from the tip of his cock. She wanted "him", and she knew "he" wanted her too.
"What are you waiting for?" the woman panted "Get down here and fuck me already!"
The being moved quickly after the verbal consent was given. "He" grabbed an ankle and with lips that could not be seen kissed along the inside of her leg, starting just above the ankle and descending towards her inner thigh. Then "his" lips made contact against her clit. She inhaled sharply as "he" sucked on her pearl. She moaned loudly when his fingers invaded her nether lips, massaging her g-spot and making her toes curl and uncurl. "He" released her clit and climbed up her body. "His" cock tapped at her wet hole. Free to use her legs, the young woman wrapped them around "his" waist and pulled "him" inward.
"His" cock entered her body and she howled in approval. The being kissed between her breasts and up into her neck. "His" cock pushed into the deepest parts of her innermost. The endless void echoed the wet sounds of her pussy being invaded by "his" throbbing member. Her carnal grunts and moans of ecstasy had the same effect. She reminded herself she should have run, but the feeling of "his" lips tugging on her earlobe rejected the thought immediately. Her orgasm was approaching faster than she thought possible. Soon she would cum. Whatever happened after would have to wait.
"His" hands forced their way under her ass and spread her cheeks apart. The woman bit her lip as she felt one of his middle fingers start to wiggle into her puckered rear. The invasion sent another jolt throughout her body, pushing her just within inches of achieving orgasm.
"Make me cum! I want to cum! I'm so close! I'm gonna' cum! Oh please! I need to cum! Please! Please! Pleeeeeeeeeeease!"
"PLEASE!" she shouted loudly in her bedroom.
The young woman violently arched her back off her mattress and sat upright. Her breathing matched that of a person who sprinted through an entire marathon. Her hands frantically moved about between her legs in search of the dick forcing pleasure upon her. She found nothing other than her underwear soaked with her nectar. She groaned and fell back onto her bed.
Clarissa Flores: a lesbian, had a wet dream... about a man.
Clarissa was an attractive lady entering her early thirties. She ran her own business. A quick-fix, one woman car repair operation. Appointments were scheduled on her website and she drove her own utility van to customers in need of her expertise. Her business was successful enough to break even on a monthly basis, as well as establishing good relations with customers who were notorious for abusing their vehicles. Though she loved her work, it did consume a great deal of her personal life. Which was already in a state of turmoil.
Clarissa lived by herself in the back section of an apartment community. The community was primarily meant for people attending college. However, there were others; like herself, who found themselves living there for reasons not involving school. In her case, it was a failed relationship with nowhere to go and forcing herself to settle for what was available.
Every day felt the same as the previous. She woke up early enough to prepare for work. Checked her scheduling to see who hired her for quick repair jobs. And was in the road by seven o'clock. Some days were busier than others, and she considered herself lucky if she found the chance to sneak in a power nap between jobs in the afternoons. When the day was over, she often returned home just before sunset.
Her home life was just as mundane as her work life. Every night she cleared out her van of expensive equipment, bringing her belongings into her home. Afterwards she made a simple dinner and was soon in bed no later than nine o'clock.
Wake. Work. Eat. Sleep. Repeat.
That was her routine nearly every day of the week. Her only time off was on Sundays, and that was available to her if the weather didn't disrupt her working schedule earlier in the week. On her days off, Clarissa prepared for the following week. As well as other basic tasks like grocery shopping and ensuring all of her bills were paid on time. It was a simple living, and Clarissa was bored. There was little time for friends, and even less time for dating.
Clarissa wasn't a "girly-girl" growing up and had more guy friends that girl friends. She was a tomboy, and thoroughly enjoyed it. During her teenage years she started questioning her sexuality. At the time it was tabooer to have thoughts and feelings toward those of the same sex. It felt wrong, and so she repressed such things, even if they lingered in the back of her mind.
Near the end of high school, she met a boy. The two became lovers and remained together for the first half of college. In their time together, they shared many firsts. First dates, first kisses, and yes first times having sex. Both taking each other's virginity. Clarissa kept it to herself, but every sexual moment with him was never really enjoyable. These moments made her continue to question her sexuality. If a man couldn't please her, then maybe a woman could.
Her times alone furthered her assumptions. Masturbation had its purpose when needed. And Clarissa knew how to touch herself. When she grew tired of her fingers, she finally broke down and bought a vibrator. It served her well into adulthood whenever she was horny and alone. But being a woman and knowing how she wanted to be teased and touched; then by transitive property, other women would know just what it would take to bring her to orgasm.
Some time passed after she and her only male lover broke up. In her mid-twenties she still looked young enough to pass as a college freshman. Before running her own business, she held a number of basic jobs. All of which helped her get to meet women who were on a similar path as her. During weekends after work, Clarissa cruised the bars of the college city she lived in. There were more failures than successes. But on rare occasion she went home with a college girl.
Those nights became memorable for her, getting to spend a few hours with a drunk hottie munching on her pussy and returning the favor just the same. The mornings that followed were less enjoyable. While both suffered from hangovers, most of the women reacted in shock waking up in a bed that wasn't their own, with a woman they met the night before. Clarissa believed this was how most men did the mornings after a night at the bar. Having a woman freak out in front of them. A few times the following morning was quite pleasant, which in turn led to very brief affairs. Key word being brief.
Eventually Clarissa met a woman named Beth, and the two remained together longer than any relationship either experienced. There was genuine love between the two. And the sex; though a bit one sided was great. During their time together, both achieved many milestones in their lives. In Clarissa's case, she finished college, held a few jobs to refine her knowledge, and eventually went into business for herself. Beth worked hard as well, and found a place for the both of them to live. A nice little house in a middle-class area outside the city. And both of them shared their successes with each other.
