I lay in my bed dreaming, my tight, petite body motionless, covered only by a silk sheet. Though I lay apparently dormant, my mind is racked with intensity. In my dream I am stretched out on my back at a beach I visit frequently regardless of the season. It is night time, and I am the only one here. The sand feels pleasant underneath my flesh and the warm breeze scrapes comfortably against my arms, stomach, and legs. I'm wearing my favorite bikini, a bright green that matches wonderfully with my eyes. The light wind blows a strand of my brown in to my face, and I casually brush it away with my hand. The atmosphere is simply beautiful.
After a few peaceful moments of solitude in this disarming place, I notice a figure moving farther down the beach. This strikes me as a tad odd, and my attention is consumed by this figure. It moves closer, and soon I see it for what it is. It is a very tall, very muscular black man, and he is looking directly at me. His eyes alone give off a aura of total unadulterated lust, and he walks to me with a constant speed, never slowing or quickening. My heartbeat jumps slightly, but I am unafraid. He is nearing me and I wish not to run away, but to stay and let him have his way with my vestal body. I am still quite young and though the situation is foreign, I feel incredible anticipation rather than fear. He is now a mere fifty yards or so from me and I can see his face. He strikes me as very handsome and he has a very nice body. He has no shirt on and his powerful upper body calls out to me. His stare has not strayed from me as my eyes haven't averted from him.