Where Dreams Cum True

Author Note:

I thought and thought about this which is always a sign of naughty things to cum.

So, here's the thing. I love and adore an actor who is thirty-five years older than me and he's married and I'm married. I have had a thing for Him since the moment I watched Him portray His infamous vampire character Jerry Dandridge. Hmm, stunning and damned sexy.

Every man and woman have a fantasy. I am no exception. And so, I thought perhaps I could write out a little fantasy. Yet, to make it easier for me to delve into these erotic celebrity fantasies, I must remove from my written self that I'm married and make myself single. Though this actor is gonna remain married just for the hell of it to make it even more wrong. Also, I shall give myself a different name to present myself as the single woman version of me.

Oh I'm positive many of you are gonna think me nuts. And perhaps think it's kinda gross that I'd fantasize about making it with a much much older man. Yet, this man is no ordinary man. Having personally come face to face with him in reality, he's damn fine for his age!

Oh... yes... he... is!

No worries though. The hubby is MY MAN while this actor is THE MAN. There's a huge difference between some good old fantasy fun and real life fun!

Let's get this bitch on road shall we?

But, a bit of disclaimer. This is all totally fictionalized though the entire environment is based off my own personal experience at a convention that caters to allow us live our dreams and meet those celebrities we adore. But in no way did anything, as written, happen. He was a complete gentleman and, again, I am married and faithful. So, this is all pure fantasy.

The imagination is a wonderful place to go every now and then where you can have sex with whomever you choose.

Thanks- Kinky

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I've waited for that moment for thirty years. For thirty years I, Georgia, had dreamed of the moment I would finally meet the Actor who portrayed a particular bad boy who haunted my every fantasy since the moment I discovered there was pleasure to be had between my legs.

I never knew about such things as conventions, places where movie, television, science fiction, and comic book fans gathered to meet their idols. I was a newbie to that world. The internet announced this phenomenon to me upon me browsing some information about my famed Actor crush of choice. Yes, I heard about conventions, saw plenty videos and documentaries but never once thought such an event would give me the opportunity to live a seemingly impossible dream.

So, the moment I caught eye that The Man was to be a celebrity guest at one of the kind of nearby convention, I did everything imaginable to make certain I took that opportunity. The moment my income tax came in I reserved four nights at the very hotel that was hosting the event, hung onto enough money to make sure I was able to purchase my autographs and photo opportunities. It was my moment in my life to live.

I was thirty-eight, a single mother of a nearly adult child. I worked my ass off to support myself and child and it was time for this single mama to live for once.

That near adult child declined the three hour trip which left me alone for the ride. And, so, when the day arrived for me to depart, I loaded up the car with everything needed for my once in a lifetime opportunity. I headed out on the interstate with my CD player blaring the soundtrack to my all time favorite horror flick which triggered my thirty years of admiration for this Actor. Off I was, jamming to an 80s movie soundtrack, puffing on cigarettes and drinking a cappuccino purchased where I stopped to fill the gas tank.

It was surreal. I never really traveled out of state before. I had my GPS set and telling me where to go which was nearly a straight shot East. So many firsts were happening for me and I was around already for thirty-eight years.

Three hours later, the GPS delivered me to the towering hotel where the convention was being held. One hundred and forty dollar a night for three nights. It was the most extravagant purchase in my life and that did not include the money I would need to spend on meals and my convention purchases. Hell, the cost of the RIP package was nearly two hundred dollars.

I handed my keys over to, get this, an actual valet provided by the hotel. I gathered my few bags of luggage. Hey, girl needs her makeup bag, suitcase full of choice clothing, and an entire shit load of things I may or may not have signed.

I entered through the glass doors of the hotel lobby and was immediately in awe. It was the fanciest hotel I had ever step foot in with chandeliers and everything that made it as expensive as it was. The lobby was already cluster fucked by convention arrivals who would join me the following day for the convention opening day and the entire weekend.

There was a line at the front desk but I patiently waited. Reality was far from setting in yet. I was pretty content at the moment. I saw no glimpses of celebrities who I heard would also sharing the same hotel. I wasn't sure what to expect but went with the flow.

Checking in was simple enough, whipped out the debit card and paid in full. I snatched up a few brochures for delivery services, figured the hotel room service and restaurant would be damned expensive. I needed my funding to make my dream come true.

I took the trip on the elevator, that too was fancy. Then on the fifth floor I arrived to my temporary home.

Once inside my room, damned nice to be truthful, I texted the kid stating I arrived in once piece. The reply simply stated, "Love you, Mama! Have fun! Get wasted once at least but don't have sex with strangers!" Made me laugh with a shake of my head, my kid was so much like me it was scary.

I basically unpacked, hung my chosen wardrobe in the provided armoire. All my needs to make myself presentable was set about the sink counter and the bathroom essentials placed in the walk in shower. Yes, I made it my home away from home though the room was much more lavish than my simple bedroom back home.

My shit together and settled, food was a new priority since I hadn't eaten all damned day. I checked out the brochures, chose a pizza place because, face it, you can't go wrong with damned pizza. So, I called and placed my order and agreed to pick up the order at the lobby. It was apparent plenty people were ordering pizzas from that particular pizza joint.

I got changed, threw on a comfortable ankle length maxi dress, pulled on a cardigan, slipped on a simple pair of flats, and topped it off with my odd fetish for fedoras. Yes, I had collection of fedoras that started the moment I began writing a particular erotica tale where the main man was totally based on The Man when he was close to sixty. Every man I wrote always had a basis off the Actor, by appearance and mannerisms. I prided myself as being an authority and walked dictionary on this Actor and especially his stunning vampire character.

I left the super comfort of the room and headed down to the lobby. I was amazed how rowdy it still was. Convention folks were coming into the hotel in large groups. I was positive the majority have attended that convention many times and I was basically a virgin.

Out the lobby doors I slipped passed those entering and discovered quite a few puffing away on cigarettes. I found myself a little waiting corner and lit up a pizza delivery waiting cigarette.

That city was pretty big, not as big as my state's city but close enough. It was dusk, the sky was darkening and the surrounding city started to come to life with an amazing lit skyline. Then I discovered that convention goers were pleasant folk and in no time I was chatting it up with a few smokers.

It was amazing to actually discuss who I came to meet with these people. They knew who I was talking about which was pleasant. Then I nearly choked on a drag when a familiar celebrity stepped passed lighting up a cigarette. No, it wasn't The Man but surprisingly one of His co stars from nearly thirty years ago who was all grown up and looked a bit shabby.

One of my smoking buddies leaned into me and explained that the actor we were staring at was actually a dick head. The gossip flowed from Jake's mouth, my male smoking buddy, and he wove a tale of one other convention where the single role actor was a total douche bag. Jake made a firm statement that the actor's character should have been killed off by the serial killer possessed doll in the movie.

I belted out a laugh. I could only imagine all the stories I would likely be told.

Jake and his partner in convention crime Sarah offered me to join them later at the hotel bar for a drink. I took their offer, sounded nice to just hang out and get more celebrity gossip.

The pizza arrived along with other orders for those who were also waiting. We nearly mobbed the pizza guy and one by one we received our orders. I gave a 'see ya later' shout to Jake and Sarah then headed back into the lobby followed by my room.

Things were going damned good so far and I believed I had one hell of a vacation weekend on my hands where I would have memories to last me a lifetime. Especially when I came face to face with The Man.

So, I enjoyed my stuffed crust pizza by myself with a bottle of coke I brought with me. I flipped around on the television while I ate and checked my social network and kept those on my friend's list up to date on my every moment there. Made a little mention to the actor I witnessed and heard gossip about.

I agreed to meet up with Jake and Sarah about ten at the hotel bar. A nice cold Screwdriver or delicious Bloody Mary sounded damn good. Yet, I predicted the bastards wouldn't know how to make a damned Bloody Mary the way I liked it, most southern bars lacked the skill to give me what I wanted. I wanted just some damned tomato juice with vodka, ice, and a damned dill pickle soaking in it.

Remaining casually dressed, I headed out to meet up with my new convention friends. The lobby was a bit more chill but the bar was filled and I managed to dodge my way through the mass of all different ages and fashioned folks. I found Jake and Sarah at a small table and eagerly joined them.

I gave a waitress strict instructions for my drink. No Tabasco sauce. No salt on the rim. No any added spices at all just plain tomato juice and vodka. And ten bucks for the damned thing and when it arrived they forgot my fucking pickle.

Jake and Sarah started laying out their tales of convention adventure. They had met so many celebrities I couldn't keep up. Yet, I wasn't there to meet all the celebrities, just the one, just The Man. But what they mentioned The Man sort made me on edge. They said he could be slightly pissy at times and the sooner I met him the better. And since I was RIP, like them, my chances of getting to him sooner was excellent.

I always wondered if celebs got fed up with dealing with overly eager fans. I determined I would hold my composure the best I could and not make an ass out of myself and give The Man a reason to dislike me. Yet, I prayed that the gifts I had for Him, such as the fan fiction and artwork, would cool His jets and set me up for a good temperament.

I finished two drinks, felt warm and toasty. A couple hours passed and I had a blast. We took breaks to have a smoke then returned to finish yakking. I met quite a few more convention goers, a few hit on me in their drunken stupor which I found hilarious. The three of us made plans to hang out the next day while waiting to get into the convention. RIP guests get early access and front of the long line special treatment.

I returned to my room, felt tired but damn good at the same time. I stripped naked because that's how I slept then turned out the lights and crawled onto the extremely comfy bed. Not sleepy enough, I pulled out the tablet and opened my downloaded version of my all time favorite horror movie starring The Man, Fright Night.

Hmm, Fright Night was my porn. The way He looked and acted was enough to get my motor running on high gear. He was so stunning as the vampire Jerry Dandridge. Nearly black hair, dark brown eyes, great skin tone, and very lovely collarbones. Yes, I love collarbones on a man and He had the perfect pair.

It only took a brief eyeing of His character's first major appearance, the dream window scene where He was shirtless and those collarbones were divine, and my alone time in that king sized bed became magical. He was often in my mental fantasy land. I could pick and chose which character I wanted to visit mind and that evening it was bad but damned good Jerry. And many times it was Jerry then others I used as visuals for that Man aged beautifully throughout His career. Yet, there were plenty times I simply used Him, His reality self, The Man, the actor instead of his characters.

Into my ears I tucked in the ear buds and selected mood music. My eyes closed and those heavenly visuals entered my mind which delivered my right hand beneath the expensive linen then directly between my thighs. A dazed grin was felt formed across my lips as my middle finger strategically worked my clit.

In my vivid imagination I visualized the 1985 stunning image of The Man. Those damned lips of his with that natural crook and defining lines about the left side. Hmm, then those large dark brown eyes with a mature man's defining lines that created uniqueness that was solely His. And within that fantasy He removed His signature snap button shirt and unveiled those glorious collarbones. My grin broadened.

The music continued to play out with my imagery as I continued to work my slick clit slowly. The sexuality raised in that fantasy, He was a true seducer in fantasy and on film. And damn did He seduce in my mind.

Not heard but felt, I hummed with a soft whine of approval. The images of His well manicured hands moved over my eager body and directed between my legs which heightened the reality working of my clit. My hips shifted, within and out of my fantasy. I always wondered how well that Man could use His hand to manually make me cum. I predicted He was an expert because He portrayed one in my mind and all my written stories.

Further I buried myself within that erotic imagery. His imagined eyes focused with mine, burned into me His talent of pleasure without words but the expression within those eyes. Through the music I heard my own excited groan as within my mind His hand perfectly worked my heaving breast which in reality was my own hand.

My hips shifted in a quickened pace as I felt my mental and physical mission reaching its desired goal. My rear buried into the bed as my back instinctively arched against the rising power of imagined and physical stimulation. My pace of my clit working finger heightened which triggered my hips to move into an equal pace.

Deeply I inhale, bit down on my bottom lip. The image of His lovely hand motioning between my thighs raised the desired level. I continued to hold my breath, focused on the goal which steadily raced closer and closer. The music seemed to perfectly move in sync to the mental imagery. And the very instant, behind my tightly closed eyes, I witnessed those phenomenal lips kiss mine my body snapped into a cumming overflow as those heavenly visuals parted the floodgates of pleasure achieved.

I heard myself loudly groan through the music then I exhaled with a loud gasp.

My body relaxed with the wondrous after effects then eyes slowly opened. The grin again formed over my lips as my eyes peered up at the ceiling. Lazily I lifted the tablet, my eyes looked to that very inspirational image.

I sluggishly giggled then complimented aloud, "Again, great work, Jerry." I felt silly and again giggled.

The tablet was put away and I fell asleep with that satisfied grin over my lips.