I'm not sure if it's something that happens to everyone, or something that is unique to me and my strangeness, but sometimes when I'm very sick, I have strange half awake dream sequences that feel like I'm actually experiencing the things I'm dreaming, but I'm watching myself do them. I know.. I know.. it makes my brain hurt to think about it too, but it's actually a pretty neat thing. Except when I wake up with bruises from adventures my dream self enjoyed.
Recently, I discovered a way to make my voyeuristic escapades happen without me having to be nearly dying from the flu or having a scary high fevers- Absinthe. That's right, the Green Fairy. I had heard that it was going to be legal in the US again, and as soon as I ran across some, I had to have it. And it didn't take me long to crack the seal and start sampling the green libation.
My first time out I had what I now refer to as the Absinthe Dream- I was asleep in my bed, aware of the covers around me and the pillow beneath my head, but I was also standing on the balcony of my condo, looking out into the night with a cool breeze wrapping itself around my body. I had on a silk negligee on the balcony, but I was in comfy sweatpants and a long sleeve t-shirt in my bed. My bedroom and the balcony are no where near each other, but I was lying in bed watching myself standing on the balcony, just the same. It was almost like hearing, smelling and feeling everything in stereo from two different inputs.
He walked out onto the balcony with me, although I could not see who 'he' was. The moon was in front of us, causing him to be little more than a silhouette against my shimmering white form. He reached out for my shoulder and his touch was like fire on my skin. I know I moaned because it disturbed the cat sleeping beside me enough that she stood up, walked over me and jumped off the bed in a disgusted manner. His fingers were delicate and strong at the same time. He removed his hand from me, and it was like a rush of ice water replaced where his fingertips had been.
I could sense he was near me, but I couldn't quite feel him, almost like he wasn't quite solid- something between a specter and a human. Balcony-me turned my head to look at him, but he stepped back and to the side, just out of my peripheral vision. Part of me felt like I knew him and part of me was slightly afraid, but neither my Balcony-self or my sleeping-self could pull herself away from him. The gravitational pull was simply too strong.
He slipped the thin straps of my silver silk negligee off my shoulders and it ran like mercury down my body and pooled at my feet. He placed his hands gently on my shoulders and the feeling of fire in his touch returned.
"oh god," I sighed as he ran one of his hands down the center of my back in lazy circular motions. It came to rest on my hip as his lips touched my shoulder. His rough facial hair was an intense contrast to the softness of his lips as his kisses moved towards my neck. I instinctively rolled my head back and to the side to allow access to my tender throat. I could hear his breathing now, heavier, like my own, as he kissed up my neck. He spun me around to face him and his hands were wrapped up in my hair as he kissed the other side of my neck. I still could not see his face- Balcony-me closed her eyes and as much as Sleeping-me mentally yelled at her to open them, she did not.
When my waiting lips were finally found by his exploring lips, it was as if I was awakened. My hands moved to his face, 'seeing' him through tender examination. I caught one hand in his soft hair to keep his kisses coming. I needed them. I couldn't get enough of the feel of them. The probing of his tongue became more insistent as I pulled him tighter against me. I could certainly feel him now. I could feel his solidity, and without a doubt, his growing hardness.
His hands were all over my body- my hips, my back, in my hair. I was unbuttoning his shirt before I even realized what I was doing, brushing it off his shoulders to reveal his skin to my exploring touch. Everything was like a blur to my eyes, almost as if I was meant to use my fingers and lips to 'see' what I needed to see. I fumbled with his belt and pants for only a second before they too were in a puddle on the floor.
He pulled away for a moment and I heard the moving of patio furniture. I could tell my eyes were open because I could see shapes and light, but no details. He grasped my hand and pulled me across the balcony. I could sense him sit down and I followed suite, sitting down on his lap facing him. He took my ass in both hands and pulled me closer, lips finding lips again. His hands were all over my body again, gently caressing breasts, teasing nipples, sliding up and down my back with electric currents and my hands were again at his face, trying desperately to 'see' him.
"Please," I whispered, almost grinding my body against his. Every inch of my skin was tingling with his touch and I was literally aching to feel more of him. I took the shaft of his cock in my hand and slid up and down in time with the slow gentle rhythm of my hips rolling against him.
He was drawing it out- I knew he had every intention of taking me. I could sense that much, but he was making me wait. I would beg if I had to.
"Please," I asked again, more insistent. His lips were on my neck again and I could barely stand the intense pleasure of it. I nipped his earlobe, barely restrained from a real bite as I requested again- "Please. Now." I could sense the smile spread across his face.
