Author's note: This is my first ever work of erotic literature, so if it's so abysmal that you run screaming into the night at least I let you know beforehand. The first section is a message from Gareth while the rest is from Lucy's view. Any section you see marked with a * indicates a lapse in time or a general break in the story. It will depend on how well this story is received for me to continue on with it or start on something different. With that said, I hope you enjoy.
My name is Gareth, and I have the ability to make your wildest dreams come true...Without you ever waking up.
Ever since I can remember, I have had the ability to enter people's dreams at will. Be it during the day while you nap, or at night when you slumber, I can open the doorway to your most private and tantalizing dreams. Whether you know it or not, you secretly yearn to have those fantasies fulfilled, and I can make it so.
As time has gone by, I have learned to not only master but expand upon my ability. I realized that not only can I enter other's dreams, but I can give them complete access to their own subconscious, granting them total control of what they dream and how they dream it. I can also decide what feelings they experience: pain, love...pleasure. What is better than to have the most pleasurable dream of your life while feeling every bit of it as if it were actually happening?
What is your fantasy? Of course I already know it, but do you?
Wait for me, I am coming.
*Have you ever gotten to the point in your life where you realize that everything just sucks? Today was that day for me, just woke up and realized that I have a crappy writing job at a crappy editing place with even crappier pay. Too bad crappy is just enough to get the bills paid.
My name is Lucy, and I could really use a vacation.
As for introductions I can't imagine I am doing such a fine job at this point, but let us pretend I'm not trying to impress or compete against you for a moment shall we? I am an average looking all American blonde of twenty six years, five foot four with perky C cup breasts and a not quite toned but not quite pudgy body. Slap on some olive colored skin and you have me. I don't necessarily turn every head at the bars, but I have had my share of intimate encounters. None of which have been very memorable to be honest.
Maybe that has been my problem lately. Not enough orgasms and suddenly I turn into a world renowned bitch. Go figure right?
My last relationship was probably around six months ago now that I think about it. The fact that I only remember his ugly goat beard must mean he wasn't that impressive. Since then I have tried to focus solely on my career as an editor and climb the ever elusive ladders to higher paychecks. Needless to say, I haven't really succeeded.
Walking through the door of my one bedroom apartment gives me a sense of peace, and loneliness. Where there is loneliness, there is also a very active libido. I put down my things, kick off my shoes, and go straight to the bathroom, shedding an article of clothing with every other step. By the time I reach the shower I am already naked. Just looking at my nakedness gets me even more revved up as I hop in the shower and turn it on to steaming hot, gotta fit the occasion right?
As the water starts to run down my body, I figure it would be better for me to actually wash myself before getting down and dirty. I grab the bottle of soap and start lathering it all over my body, especially my breasts. Oh my oh sensitive breasts. A couple of rubs here and there and more than just water is running down my legs. To hell with cleaning, I need relief NOW.
My hand pretty much shoots down between my legs of its own accord. I start rubbing my clit slowly as my other hand grabs my left nipple. Tweaking it ever so slightly makes me moan in pleasure. The hand on my clit suddenly kicks it up a notch and goes into overdrive, flicking back and forth at the speed of light. At some point I had switched breasts, giving equal if not more attention to my right nipple. As much as I was enjoying my self induced breast play, I needed something inside of me. Through sheer force of will I wrestled my hand off of my breast and shoved a finger right up my pussy. I nearly cracked my head on the damn wall from the pleasure.
"Oh fuck me." I gasped, or rather yelled. Can't really say anyone heard me, not that I would care either way. With one finger pistoning in and out of my pussy, I use my other hand to detach the shower head and aim it directly at my clit. This time I really did smash my head on the wall, nearly crying from the extreme dual pleasure I was experiencing.
I even became so bold as to shove a second finger in my tight pussy. At this point I was either going to go insane from lust or have a heart attack when I cum. My lust clouded thoughts briefly entertained curling my fingers up so I could hit my g-spot. The rational part of my mind decided it probably wasn't such a great idea to do that in the shower. The primal part of me that was currently in control of ninety nine percent of my actions at the moment threw caution to the wind and did it anyway.
"OOOOH FUCK MEEE!" I screamed. Every single muscle in my body convulsed as I had a pretty powerful orgasm. My mouth formed a perfect O, and even with the nozzle aimed directly at my pussy I could tell I was releasing a waterfall of juices into the shower. I was convulsing so much that I felt I was about to slip and die on my bathroom floor, so I pressed against the wall and slowly slid down to the floor.
I had let go of the shower head at some point and the water was shooting across my face as I attempted to catch my breath. Not the easiest thing to do with water going up my nose, but I barely had the energy to open my eyes let alone move so I remained sitting where I was. Ten minutes or so pass by and I decide I can probably attempt to crawl out the shower and think about what comes after that when I get there.
A half hour later I was sitting on my couch wearing only an oversized shirt and eating some fantastic tasting cereal. Not all women are expert cooks you know, and after the major action I just experienced in the shower earlier I don't entirely trust myself to handle anything more complicated than a bowl and spoon for the night. I was watching some romance movie on HBO, which technically translates into somewhat soft-core porn. I wasn't really following the plot of the movie, or even the movie at this point. Post orgasmic haze and everything.
