Alone he is again, watching some television and drinking a Coors. I don't exist in his world, but he certainly exists in mine. I visit him from time to time; watch him in his lonely moments and wanting to let him know I am there.
I am but a phantom or dream to him. He has seen me there but doesn't always recall. In his dreams, our worlds collide and we can be one. But dreams like memories; fade and become forgotten. Much like the creature that I am, forgotten through the sands of time and growths of technology and science, I am but a fable now to him.
I have watched him for years. He is well into his manhood, but I watched him in his precious innocence from the time he discovered the pleasures of his own flesh.
I give him hints, clues, and suggestions by thought control and manipulation. That is my job, my gift and right.
Tonight is much like any other night. Nothing is on TV; he is fighting sleep and thinking about work, and missing his wife. She left him a year ago for a younger man. Don't think for a moment that I had nothing to do with that. I am suggestion, sin, and fire.
He sips his beer once more before I suggest to his deep thoughts to put on something more appealing instead of the regular broadcast network. Technology aids in my work. He obeys unknowingly and finds an adult channel.
His brow rises as he watches two very nubile young ladies touch each other's bare flesh. It is an old dance, the lesbian lovers, but this trick never tires for a man.
He sips his beer again, feeling himself grow with desire. It is almost time for me to appear for him, in his mind where he can see the truth of what I am.
The ladies are now suckling each other's breasts, fingering each other's womanhood and moaning softly in unison.
Daniel is now unzipping his jeans and removing his boots. His beer is now resting on the table beside his easy chair. He is now leaning back in his chair, watching the two young beauties fuck each other with a large dildo.
He smiles to himself, unaware that I am near.
Close your eyes Daniel.
He obeys my command. His eyes close as his hand rests on the bulge in his jeans. He sees me, as I am standing before him in the world of his mind and darkness follows behind me. My satin gown is blowing in a phantom breeze as my hand beckons to him slowly; my long raven hair is tossed in the breeze.
Daniel's hand now moves into his opened jeans and fishes for the growth inside. It discovers the firmness of his growth and fondles it beneath the blanket of his jeans. His eyes are still closed and he can still hear the once soft groans from the TV now become loud bursts of ecstasy. I am now fondling my breasts through the satin gown that I am wearing. My lips pout, just the way he likes them and my eyes are half closed but always watching him. His mind ushers commands to me and I too, obey.
Pull the straps down and show me your breasts.
With one swift motion, the straps glide down my arms, exposing my rounded breasts. My finger caresses my nipples, making them stand up. My other finger moves to my lips, sucking on the length of the index finger, slowly gliding it into my mouth and pulling it back out. He can see my saliva glistening on my finger and as he sees this, he pulls his very firm cock out of its hiding place.
His eyes open, shutting the door that connects our worlds. He eyes the TV once again and strokes the length of his firm cock. His strokes are slow at first, but become faster and harder. His knuckles whiten from his tight grip as he strokes his cock fiercely. His lips open and groans escape.
