My name is Renee Dubois. I am a romance author. To be more precise, I write erotic paranormal fiction. My stories are full of werewolves, vampires, witches, wizards, ghosts, and, of course, sex. I am often asked if I believe in all the things I write about like magic, creatures of the night, and premonition. My answer? I absolutely do not. I also get, do you write from your own experience? I honestly told people never ever do I. And I never expected to, until now.
I do not believe that dreams can come true, that they can forecast the future, and I never dream of sex. Last night, however, whether it was the chocolate covered strawberries I had been eating before bed, the throbbing Celtic music that I had left playing, or the jasmine incense that scented my bedroom, I don't know, but my dream was so vivid that I felt compelled to write it down before I might forget the details.
At present, I am sequestered at my favorite nudist resort, Crystal Palms, for the month of October in order to achieve the privacy and focus to finish my latest book. The end of the month is in sight but I have gotten a lot of work done. I should make my goal of finishing before the big Halloween Ball here. I always think and write better when I visit this place, it feels comfortable. People leave me alone for the most part. I take my laptop with me everywhere I go, I even write at the pool under a cabana. Today I don't have my laptop but grabbed my journal instead as this bit of writing is personal, just for me.
Journal Entry, October 17
My Dream Last Night
I was standing nude in the center of a gazebo. The full moon shone down and I must have been near water because although I could not see the source, I could hear waves lapping and smell the scent of water. Fireflies dance and flitted about the posts of the gazebo casting a warm glow on the red wood. There were panels of white gauze strung about which were gently blowing in the breeze.
I was alone, then, suddenly, I was not alone. I could not see anyone there. I could only feel a presence close by me, a closeness that would normally have made me uncomfortable. This time I felt comforted. I will call the presence He because the events that followed led me to believe it would have been a Him.
He leaned in close and I felt the cool wispy lips caressing mine. Then I felt cold hands upon my arms, running from my shoulders to my wrists and back again, raising gooseflesh with the chill of it and bringing all my nerves to life. The mouth kissing me moved to my neck to suck gently and then down farther until I could feel licking and sucking at my breasts and nipples. They tautened so hard that they hurt but the pain was pleasurable.
The hands, which had moved to caress my back, lowered now to fondle my ass. The squeezing hands pulled my cheeks apart and I felt one finger swirling around my puckered hole. I moaned at the sensations sweeping through me as the mouth continued its journey down my body and the hands continued to fondle my rear.
I felt pressure upon my legs and I spread them in response to the unspoken directive. His mouth was now discovering my clit and I could feel the coolness of fingers entering my pussy. One hand remained at my ass and I felt a finger entering there. I was being sucked and double penetrated by a presence I could not even identify and I was getting off on it.
In less than a minute I was in the midst of a strong orgasm. It swept through me radiating from my pussy and ass throughout my entire body. My pussy was drenched with juices as He continued to suck at my clit.
In less time than I desired, I came down from my high. Then, He was gone. The presence simply disappeared, evaporated if you will. I was left with a lonely feeling, emptiness; such as I have rarely felt. I was instantly awake.
Awake and confused that is. My nipples were turgid and my pussy was damp. My lips were even swollen. It had been a dream...right?
As I finished writing down my memories, I was even more confused than I had been last night. Had I teased myself into having an orgasm in my dreams? And why had everything seemed cool, not warm? Those kinds of things didn't happen to me. Well, enough of that, it was written down, maybe I could use that dream in a book one day. I closed my journal, determined to be finished working for now.
I got up from my chair and stretched feeling the gentle breeze on my naked flesh and I stepped out into the sun. It was later in the afternoon on a weekday so there were few people lingering to enjoy the remainder of the day. I slipped into the pool and floated quietly focusing my thoughts on the story I was supposed to be writing and not some stupid dream.
The dream, however, kept invading my thoughts so I gave up. I gathered my things and headed back to my room. I was determined to distract myself. I needed to break from my typical everyday routine in order to break my chain of thought. I figured a night out might work.
I slipped on a dressy white cover up that was filmy and billowed as I walked and grabbed a towel and my net book. A can of soup or grilled cheese sandwich would just not do. I headed to the fancier indoor restaurant here. Maybe a nice candlelight dinner and a drink would work.
Upon entering, I chose a seat outside upon the balcony. I nodded politely to the one other couple seated here. I gave my order and was quickly served. As I ate, I opened my computer and began typing at the same time. I vaguely noted the couple leaving. I eventually convinced my waitress that I didn't need anything else and she left me alone to my work. I finished the chapter I had been agonizing over and sat back quite satisfied with myself for the evening.
It was then I began noticing things. The cords of white lights that hung from the wood beams surrounding the balcony reflected warmly against the redwood. I could hear the water in the lake lapping gently at the shore. I got up and wandered to the rail, my gauzy white cover up blowing in the gentle breeze. There were too many odd similarities to my dream to leave me in a peaceful state of mind.
I felt a chill down my spine; an eerie feeling crept over me. As I gazed into the darkness I could make out what seemed like a haze, a cloud, in one spot. I blinked, shocked, as it almost seemed to move toward me. Then it was gone. I felt alone, bereft, until I felt cool air, as if a cold breath, upon my neck.
Unthinking, I tilted my head to the side. The feeling of chill increased, then the pressure as of lips kissing my pulse point. A sucking sensation pulling at my skin caused my eyes to close and my body to tingle. What was happening to me? Was I going insane? I felt a touch at my shoulders, a squeeze of reassurance. Then His cool hands, for they were hands, trailed down my arms to my wrists and up under my top to cup my breasts.
The cold sensations of sucking at earlobe and neck, and caressing and tweaking of my nipples, were so different, so erotically chill that they caused my pussy to flood. I wanted sex; I wanted it now. I turned. All sensation stopped. No one was there. What? I turned back toward the dark night and sensations once again flooded me. The cold hands were fondling my ass, pulling my cheeks apart and lips were kissing me there. I could feel myself penetrated by his cool tongue.
Just as I could take no more, my legs were pulled apart and I felt myself pushed down against the railing. I was entered roughly from behind in a single cold thrust but I was so wet and needy that I simply met it with a thrust backward of my own. I felt His hands upon my hips and He thrust deeply into my pussy, hard and forceful. I could feel His thighs brushing my own and His balls swinging forward to bang against my needy clit.
I needed to cum. I was so close. I squeezed His cock tightly inside my pussy, holding on for dear life. One of His hands came to my clit and with a tweak I was soaring on ecstasy. I groaned as my warm pussy flooded over His cold cock, and then I felt coolness as He came in me, his cum as chill as the rest of him. My limbs were shaking and twitching. I was filled.
As I still leaned over the railing, I felt His cock slide out of me. I felt those cool lips upon my neck once more. A breath of possibly imagined sound, a name, "My Jacqueline," said a deep male voice. Then the presence was gone. I knew He was gone, just as I knew this had been real. I could feel His cold cum dripping from my drenched pussy.
On sex-weakened limbs, I made my way back to my table just as the waitress reappeared. I was told it was closing time. I began gathering my things and, after paying, made my way slowly through the darkened resort to my room. I had much to think about.
Especially that my name is not just Renee Dubois as the world knows me. My whole name is Jacqueline Renee Dubois.
I got little work done in the next few days, as my mind could not remain off the presence for long. I spent hours, instead, working out in the small gym, swimming, and walking the resort hoping that physical activity would relieve my need for sexual satisfaction such as the presence had caused me to experience. I missed Him. How could I miss a disembodied, nonexistent presence?
I had finally convinced myself that I had dreamed or made up the whole thing in response to the stress of my deadline when I happened to overhear a conversation that was not intended for my ears. I was in the small boutique near the pool area browsing the racks of resort wear. I had been there quietly looking for quite a while enjoying the filmy printed cover-ups and the sexy, barely there outfits. The two ladies working there must have forgotten all about me and were comfortable speaking openly.
"So, have there been any reports yet this year?" asked Lady 1.
"No, not that I've heard of," responded Lady 2. "Usually by now some woman has complained of something. It is October after all. That's when this always happens."
"Do you believe them? All those crazy reports of being touched and feeling watched but seeing no one can't be true."
"But every year? Every October it's the same thing. Some lady comes in the office with some crazy report. Remember last year? That lady even said that she saw a mist and that it followed her."
"Do you think that it really is a ghost?"
