RoninMaximus Presents: The Tunnel
Thomas was naked, walking through a dark tunnel. Above him, candlelight flickered up high on iron sconces. The air was cool, so cool as to raise goose bumps on his exposed flesh. Cold tile felt refreshing under his bare feet. A thick layer of blue mist, thick enough to cover his feet up to his ankles, flowed in the darkened hall.
Thomas thought he was asleep in bed, but his environment felt much too real to be a dream. His senses were alive in focus.
She waited for him on a raised platform. Her angelic face glowed under the candlelight's luminescence. Her long blonde hair was swept back and flowed down between her shoulders like a waterfall, fiery in essence. She was perfect, her beauty utterly irresistible.
A transparent silk robe was draped around her tanned, naked form. Her hand outstretched towards him, curling an immaculately manicured finger, beckoning him elegantly. Unable resist, Thomas' feet propelled him up the small steps towards her.
Her ruby lips curled into an enchanting smile.
Thomas had no explanation for what he was doing here, if this was real, or some sort of fantastical dream. All he knew was that he HAD to go to her, to be with her, fulfill her desires, to give her everything she would ask of him.
It was wrong, Thomas was happily married, to the love of his life even.
She opened her robe, extending her arms out in invitation. Her hourglass body sang to his in the dimly lit room. Her eyes, trained on his, promised pleasures he'd never imagined.
Come to me.
The words resounded in his thoughts without ever having passed her lips.
Be with me.
He stepped forward into her embrace. Her warmth engulfing him as her arms came together pulling him close.
'This is wrong!' His mind told him.
He felt desire, more deeply than he'd ever felt coursing through his body.
Only me.
*****
Thomas awoke with a gasp. He was disoriented at first, but then he recognised the furnishings of his new bedroom. Light was breaking outside his window. His wife lay peacefully resting beside him.
'That dream. That woman and the sanctum through that tunnel.' He thought mindlessly, shaking his head. 'It's just a dream.'
He felt himself uncomfortably stiff in his boxer briefs. His erection straining against the fabric, he noted a wetness indicating his near eruption from the perverse dream. The dream that took him so close to the edge, but not over. He'd have to finish himself.
The cool, early morning air gave Thomas a shiver as he slid out of bed, careful not to wake his sleeping wife.
He gave up his attempt at relief when she knocked on the bathroom door. She was so intent on showering that she didn't even notice his frustrated state.
*****
He didn't tell Wendy about the dream, not wanting her to worry over it, or feel jealous of his strange nighttime visitor. She would probably assume he had been checking out a new neighbor or cheating on her or something.
'It's probably just the stress of moving.' He thought. 'Nothing to worry about.'
"Tom!" Wendy called from the doorway. "Can you run the cookie tin back over to Ms. Valeria?! I've got to get to the office before my meeting!"
"Sure thing hun!" Thomas returned.
'Old coot probably already forgot she gave it to us.' He thought sarcastically.
Ms. Valeria had been the first neighbor to welcome them into the cul-de-sac. She was a cranky old broad, with skin so white it was practically see through and grey thinning hair. She gave Thomas the creeps. Her cookies were damn good though.
*****
Come to me.
Her soft skin slid over his naked body. He was wrapped in her bronze embrace, oily dripping and sliding between them. Her large, perfect breasts, slithered against his flesh as his member throbbed against her stomach.
Be with me.
He shivered in his lust.
Only me.
His climax beckoned as her words stilled his beating heart.
Forever.
*****
Thomas awoke with a moan, his balls swelling and ready for a release. He hid his shame in the bathroom while his wife slept peacefully. He was nearly in tears an hour later when his self abuse had not yielded his much needed eruption.
*****
"How long have you been having these dreams?" Dr. Snow asked, bouncing her high heel distractingly, a gold anklet dangling from above the strap.
"A few weeks," Thomas replied. "Ever since we moved in to the new house."
He was embarrassed to talk about it, but Dr. Snow was easy to talk to. He saw through her abrasive flirtatiousness, knowing that she'd never get her claws into HIM. He'd heard stories about her from around town too. She projected a seductive aura that put men at ease, but Thomas was no fool.
"Interesting," Dr. Snow said. "But I don't really see a problem here. When you are in the dream, do you feel aroused?" She asked seductively.
"Yes," Thomas replied. "I see the woman and I want to be with her more than anything, but that isn't me. I'm a married man. There's a pull to this woman, like us combining is inevitable. When I get close to her I feel like I'm walking in a haze. It's like my concerns mean nothing. It's all about what SHE wants."
Dr. Snow wrote in her notebook. Thomas couldn't see, but she was scribbling the same name over and over, dotting the page with little hearts. Mrs. Henry Haddock. Mrs. Henry Haddock. Mrs. Henry Haddock.
"Have there been any nocturnal emissions?" she asked, a wicked gleam in her eye.
Thomas blushed, ignoring her dazzling demeanor. She may as well have been the woman from his dream, she was so enticing. "No, the dream ends before, and then after, I can't, well, you know."
"You wake and attempt masturbation?"
Thomas nodded, remembering his many failed attempts. "But you are unable to ejaculate?" He nodded. "I'll admit, that does seem odd."
Thomas would sit on the toilet and massage his hand up and down his swollen cock until he was on edge, but he couldn't find relief. Eventually he'd go back to bed or just start his day early, his erection painfully throbbing.
"If I can assuage you, Mr. Winslow?" Dr. Snow asked, he nodded. "Fantasy is a healthy part of the human experience. I say, relax, and go nuts. Your guilt over the dreams is probably what's keeping you from completion. So best put those thoughts aside and just let loose. Hopefully literally." She chuckled.
She noticed Thomas' look of apprehension and softened her expression to a warm smile. "You're not fooling me Mr. Winslow," she said. "Just enjoy the dreams your imagination has supplied you. Your wife doesn't have to know, and you're not hurting anyone."
Thomas let out a breath he'd been holding.
"That'll be all. Unless you have something else to discuss, but then we'll go over the hour your insurance has paid if we do go further." Dr. Snow stated, smiling at the thought.
*****
Come to me.
The beautiful woman waited for him on the platform. A thick layer of blue mist carpeted the room.
Be with me.
Her arms outstretched as she lay on the bed, pulling him on top of her. Her robe parted, revealing her impossibly toned curves.
Only me.
Thomas couldn't resist. He basked in her embrace. Her legs folding around him, wrapping tightly behind his hips. Her lips awaited his as he shivered in pleasure plunging his cock into her glistening depths.
