Usually, I do not remember my dreams, or if I do, I remember very small bits... impressions I had, an idea or two... a face, an object, a color. Sometimes I remember the entire story line, but rarely do I remember everything. This dream was so phenomenal that I remembered every touch, every caress, every sigh and moan and cry. Never has anyone else taken the initiative and seduced me so deliciously.
Last night was warm and sticky, which meant that my nightly masturbatory session did not take long. With thoughts of being taken advantage of, I climaxed quickly. Exhausted, I dropped to sleep ... and awoke on a deliciously soft mattress.
It was completely dark, this room, save a lone candle flickering to my right. The bed I was laying on was so soft ... like a soothing bath and a sensual massage all at once. The mattress was the very thick kind that one sinks right into, as though it was a big floppy pillow. A familiar scent filled the room, a scent I recognized, but my Dream Self didn't seem to find that at all odd.
It was then that I realized I was completely nude. I leaned back into the waiting embrace of the smooth, sensual sheets. I writhed in the hollow my body had made in this wondrous bed ... and I noticed I was filled with anticipation. This was a special night, though I don't know why.
Then I felt ... him. He crawled from the floor at the foot of the bed up between my legs. I could not see him, could only focus on the sensations running throughout my body. The cool feel of his jeans ... he had been outside?
His tongue touched my navel, swept teasingly around it ... my body was immediately shaking, craving... I moved to sit up, but the cushiness of the bed wouldn't allow for easy movement. I managed to pluck at his shirt, draw its rough texture far enough up his body to slide my hands underneath, press them against his warm chest ... feel his heart beating. I kneaded his shoulders with my fingertips, since that was as far down his body as I could reach from this position. He took the hint and removed the shirt.
He trailed kisses up my stomach as my breathing increased... I turned my head to the right and willed the candle to come nearer, that I may see this man. I was overwhelmed with curiosity, while my Dream Self took this all as a given.
his lips reached my right nipple, sending shivers through my body and a low, rumbling moan from between my lips. Any thoughts I had of demanding his identity disappeared. He drew my nipple between his teeth and bit, gently at first, then hard ... hard enough to draw blood. I gasped, my body alight with passion, and swooned slightly. The erotic intoxication that sexual pleasure induces rushed over me, my thoughts swirled impressionistically, and I was owned by his touch.
The dream turned into a blur of skin and touch ... his tongue and teeth continued to maul my breasts, my breathing quickened, and I was lost in the throes of a full-body convulsion that only the hard kiss of teeth on breast can ensue.
I knew he was smiling as my body writhed beneath his, my legs coming up to ensnare his waist, desperately attempting to pull him to me, through me, inside of me. Using my calves, I struggled to slide his pants off, and I felt rather than heard his laughter. He slid off of me for but a moment and my skin wept at the absence of his weight upon me.
The scent of my arousal wafted in the air. The candle seemed to flicker in delight at the display. Nary a sound did he make as he slid back on top of me. He couldn't possibly see me if I couldn't see him, yet he so expertly knew where every erogenous zone of my body was. And ... for all my Dream Self's self-assurance in this act, I glimpsed her nervousness beneath the passion. This was their first time ... or something like it.
I licked my lips, desperate to feel his kiss, and my hands searched for his face. for a moment my fingers ran through his hair ... short ... but he moved away, further down my abdomen. He granted me a hand, at last, and I held his fingertips to my lips, kissed them, tasted them. I drew them into my mouth one at a time, sighing, and wriggled my tongue against each one in turn. I heard his breath catch as I continued to worship the only part of his body that he would surrender to me, and suddenly he pulled his hand away. I dropped my head back in disappointment, and he dragged his now-moist fingers down my chest, my stomach ... and finally, cupping between my thighs, where i could already feel his hot breath. my body trembled, afraid, almost as though I had never done this before, which both I, and my Dream Self had.
In this moment I am giving him complete trust, for this act is one that is so intimate that I rarely allow it, in any life, Dream or otherwise. His lips brush against my nether lips, and I'm shaking in earnest now, the muscles in my stomach clenching and quivering. He puts one hand on my stomach as though to calm me, pauses ... and in a moment I am swept away as my most sacred places are ravaged by a practiced tongue.
Sensation curls throughout my body like flame... I am moaning, gasping at his touch, my hips' natural movement retarded by his still and heavy hand pushing down on my stomach. His tongue slips down and teasingly inside of me, and I can feel the well-developed muscles inside of me constrict in an attempt to grab his tongue.
His tongue slides back up to my clit in one smooth, tantalizing motion, and something slightly thicker, longer, and much more dexterous presses into the hot depths of my body. I moan a long, muffled 'ohh...' through my teeth-bitten lips. He starts moving his finger slowly, and its all I can do to avoid floating away into bliss-induced oblivion.
