I don't know why I'm writing this. The story is so far-fetched it sounds like it was torn from the pages of some pulp magazine. Hell, if it wasn't happening to me I wouldn't believe it for a second and accuse someone of trolling. But I know it's happening and that it's real. As hard as it is to believe I know that these dreams are really happening, and that all along it was one real-life nightmare. And I need to tell someone now, even though this will probably never see the eyes of another person, because I feel the time has come for the nightmare and everything else to end.
I'm not really sure how long ago it was when she first appeared in my dreams. I feel she was there for quite some time before I noticed. Three, maybe four months ago is when I first saw her. I remember the first dream I saw her in, one where I was attending a concert of a long-dead rock star, one I could have never seen as they had died long before I was born. As I was dancing to my favorite song, I accidentally bumped into her and looked over. She was beautiful from the first time I saw her, my ideal dream girl; tall, tanned skin, curvy body with long legs and long red hair. She was wearing a light pink dress, not too short and showing just the right amount of cleavage. That dress wasn't about showing off skin, it was about highlighting her amazing curves. We did not speak but danced alongside one another for only a moment before the sound of the alarm clock going off took me out of dreamland and sent me into my normal day.
At first I didn't really dwell much on her. I did notice her in a couple of dreams in the following days, always in the background. It wasn't until around a week later that she played another major role in one of my dreams; I was at a professional wrestling match, and she played one of the lady wrestlers who jumped from the ropes and landed square in my lap. As before, I was woken up before anything else could happen or she could talk. After that night she was always prominent in my dreams, whether it was standing in line next to one another, riding in the same car, even once on a roller coaster together. I once read that you can only dream about a person you have actually seen before so I tried to remember where I could have met her. She really didn't seem familiar to me, so I gave up and figured I had seen her picture online or in some magazine. But that didn't change that I saw her more in my dreams and when I was awake I was starting to think about her.
The dreams continued in this way for a time, me seeing her and being around her but never talking. Then came the day I (or at least dream me) took the plunge, figuratively and literally. We were at a water park and I ran into her. She was as beautiful as ever, now clad in a white string bikini that showed off her perfect ass and amazing breasts. In real life I had no chance of getting the first word out, but here in my dreams I had the confidence to try.
"Hi," was all I said to her. No point in being witty, it's all just a dream after all.
"Hi," she replied back with. Her voice was that special combination of sexy and seductive.
"You come here often?" I really meant if she came to my dreams often.
"Yeah," was her reply.
"Are you coming back?"
She smiled and giggled before saying "Yes." Before I could say another word, the alarm clock called out in the real world to get up and start my day. But that night I had made progress.
It was weird at first, finding myself dating some woman in my dreams. But I liked her. I never bothered to ask for her name, because somehow I knew it was Lilith. I thought it was just because I had created her myself, at least that I thought I created her. There was no effect on my everyday life during this early time. During the day I would still go to work like normal, go out with friends, have the occasional date. When I slept, Lilith and I would go together all around the world; dinner on top of the Eiffel Tower, midnight gondola rides in the canals of Venice, walking hand-in-hand on the streets of Paris. Living in both worlds seemed right and at the time I could not imagine any harm.
Things only got better when my dreams started to be about sex between me and Lilith. It started innocently enough, the two of us coming together in a fancy hotel room. I remember the feeling of watching her walking from the bathroom wearing a black lace negligee, which she soon slipped over her shoulders and let fall to the floor. Her naked body could have been that of a goddess from ancient Greece or Rome; it was perfect in my eyes. Freedom from tanlines, her perfect brown nipples and smoothly-shaved pussy were all that I had ever wanted in a woman. She climbed under the sheets with me and we made love softly that night, telling one another we would take our time.
The sex was better each time and each dream meant living more and more fantasies that would never happen. Of course Lilith would be the perfect roleplay partner; what sort of dream girl wouldn't? One night I would play the brave knight who rescued her from the evil sorcerer; the next night we would be secret agents on a dangerous mission; the night after that may see me as the invading barbarian who takes her as my spoils of war. It was an amazing feeling and each time it felt more real than the last. A few mornings after waking up and hopping in the shower, I could swear my cock had saliva on it from Lilith's blowjobs. Other times, after I had eaten her out I would wake up and still be able to taste her pussy on my lips. I just thought it was me having an overactive imagination.
Looking for more exciting sexual experiences is what led me to seriously check out pornography. I had always watched it casually but slacked off after Lilith came into my dreams. Wanting to do wild things most real women would say no to was enough to get me back into it. At first we did all the cliches you would expect in porn; the lonely housewife, the horny pizza delivery man, even that dumbass step sister stuck in the dryer bit. It was all just innocent at first, but was so much fun I found myself wanting to do it over and over again. Plus Lilith was willing to do things that most real-life women wouldn't do besides in porn. I can't even imagine how many times I came on her face with her smiling and licking it from her lips.