I know you will find my story hard to believe, though I assure you that everything I am about to tell you is the truth. I wouldn't believe it myself if I hadn't lived through it. I survived, but the experience has left me scarred and doubting my sanity.
It began as a dream but ended as a nightmare, a nightmare which came to me while wide awake and fully lucid, a nightmare with a name: Desdemona.
I remember, back before it began, being unable to sleep well for several nights in a row. My mind was uneasy, tense, and worried about something, though I could never figure out exactly what. I would sit up until the wee hours of the morning, fretting over everything and anything. When I did eventually sleep, it was restless and fitful. I tossed and turned and awoke tired and irritable.
Chapter 1
I was alone, walking in the darkness. The moon just disappeared behind a bank of clouds. The woods around me were silent and brooding. I didn't know why I had come to that clearing; something or someone had called me there. I knelt on the soft mound of moss and realized, with shock, that I was both naked and fully aroused, my swollen and erect member standing out from my body.
I smelled her first, her scent, a mixture of oud and myrrh, with a hint of earthy spices, came on the gentle breeze. I felt her presence, ancient, mysterious, and powerful. Then, from the darkness at the edge of the clearing, she came, her flaming red hair flowing freely about her shoulders, her nude form lightly covered by diaphanous black lace, that did little to hide her full body, ample breasts, and erect nipples.
She seemed to float, her bare feet only brushing against the ground. I was unable to move, unable to speak, unable to avoid her penetrating gaze. When our eyes met, I felt pure, uncontrollable lust, and wanted her more than I had ever wanted any woman. I needed her with a passion that burned inside me, consuming me. Her beauty was terrifying, yet, like the moth drawn to his death, I yearned for her burning touch.
She placed a hand upon my chest, and it burned. I nearly screamed from the pain, but no sound could come from my throat as she pushed me onto my back. The moss was damp and cold, in contrast to the fiery feel of her touch and the warmth from the nearness of her body.
She straddled me and lowered down. My hands went to her firm, breasts as I felt her heat engulf my rigid cock in its infernal embrace. She lowered down until I was fully embedded deep inside her. The fire of her loins incinerating my cock, my balls, my manhood. I cried out silently and began to thrust into her, each torturous movement sending blissful pleasure into my soul.
She leaned closer, her lips nearly brushing my own as she whispered. Her voice penetrated the glorious agony of our coupling, registering on my nearly delirious brain. "Give me your seed," she said, compelling me to do as she bid.
I arched my back, driving my cock deeper into her, and cried out.
As I came into my pajama bottoms, I woke, suddenly aware of the room around me, the soft bed under me and the body of my wife, lying asleep next to me. I rolled on my side and tried to stop the orgasm, clamping down hard on the muscles that let you stop the flow of urine, to no avail, my cum shot out, leaving me wet and sticky.
I slid out of bed and quietly darted into the bathroom to clean up the mess. I couldn't understand what was happening to me. I had not had a wet dream since I was a teenager, and yet here I was, having one every night for the past two weeks. Each time it was the same dream, the same woman, the same scene. I put on a dry pair of pajama pants and slipped back in bed.
As I was about to drift off to sleep, I heard my wife whimper. She was breathing erratically, and her legs were kicking slowly. I pulled the covers down and found her naked, which surprised me, as Jenny always went to bed wearing one of my t-shirts. Her nipples were fully erect, and they heaved up and down with her deep breaths. Her head tossed side to side, and her legs slowly parted as if spread by an unseen force.
Had she somehow heard me during my wet dream, and had it influenced her own dream state? Her eyes were closed, but in the dim light, I could see the rapid movement as they moved to track whatever vision she was having in her inner world. She gasped as her hips lifted off the bed, moving rhythmically, with her feet planted flat on the bed. I watched, mesmerized as she fucked the open space between her legs.
Then, she thrashed wildly, as if she were having a seizure. I became alarmed and tried to rouse her from her sleep to no avail. She let out a long, wavering moan, and it was clear she was in the deep throes of ecstasy brought on by a powerful orgasm. Her hips bucked. Her head tossed violently. She grunted and growled. Suddenly, her entire body tensed, and she lifted from the bed, with only her feet and the top of her head making contact with the mattress.
I watched as she remained motionless, without breathing for longer than I thought possible. Then, just as suddenly as it began, she collapsed onto the mattress and curled into the fetal position, facing me. Her eyes fluttered open. She saw me and smiled, then put her arms around me, pulling me to her.
