***So you are probably tired of seeing this but all the characters involved sexually are 18 years or older. It also contains violence so you've been warned. Also, I do apologize for the short chapters... Its just how I write.***
Michael dreamt that he was still in his new hotel room. He was standing by the door and looked over the suite. He scanned around the small, simple room and noticed smoke curling off of the ceiling. Some of the furniture would distort and change into something entirely different which made the whole room look like it was shifting around.'That's a little weird' he thought. His eyes drifted over to the bedroom and walked through the doorway to find out that he wasn't alone in the product of his imagination.
There she was, a natural beauty in nothing but undergarments, laying down on his bed. He could see the wild look in her eyes when she smiled at him lustfully. There was fire burning in them, which scared Mike a little. Jules acted gentle when he was talking to her yesterday, but now, It looked as if she wanted to dominate him, which didn't really appeal to Michael. He wasn't totally against it, but being bounded by ropes, was not his cup of tea.
She brushed her silky smooth hair out of her face which made Michael want to immediately fuck her as hard as he could. She bit her perfect lips, as if anticipating him to do just that. Her lips were the perfect ratio, full but not overly so. They looked very soft, warm and welcoming.
'Maybe she should suck his cock. She must know that she's driving me insane.' Mike thought.
Michael felt the warm breeze coming through his window. He felt it touch all of his skin as if he was naked. Michael looked down and he was indeed, completely naked in this dream. He could feel his cock so erect that it hurt. Trying to survive out in the wild doesn't really give you time to inspect your body. Thus, Michael was very surprised to see that his strong, veiny penis was 9 inches long. It was circumsized, and had a bit of girth to it.
'What a pleasant surprise!' Michael noted.
He smiled mischievously and looked up at Julia to see what her reaction would be. Her eyes were glued to his dick. This made Mike a little self-conscious but also confident at the same time. It gave him power to know that she was impressed by his dick, but also that she might think it was too big as well.
She raised her eyebrows and looked into his eyes with her wild, but loving gaze. She slightly tilted her head. She was trying to look innocent, and Michael would have believed her but part of him knew she craved to have a cock in her.
She spread her legs open and slid one hand into her white, laced panties. Michael could see her tracing her small mound then stop and start circling around her clitoris. He saw her mouth hanging open as she let out a whimper. That pretty much made his heart explode. Her soft voice moaning in pleasure sounded so sweet. She wasn't vocal, but she wasn't silent. Once again, she was the best of two worlds. She stopped and slowly removed her hand from her sex. She brought her hand to her mouth and licked the pussy juice from her beautiful digits. He saw that she painted her nails a bright pink, which made her look like a little school girl. That sent Michael's brain whirling with fantasies.
She circled her clit faster then slowed down and gently brushed it with her finger tips. She shivered and slowly pulled down her panties to make room for both hands. Michael stepped a bit closer to see Julia's flawless peach. It was a beautiful shade of pink and looked drenched. She had just the right balance of pubic hair and radiated the most delectable scent. It was kind of musky but very gentle. Mild.
His hands went down to his dick and gasped it, rubbing it up and down. He didn't know you could give yourself pleasure, as he rubbed it faster.
'Woah, that feels good!' He thought.
Jules started to rub her clitoris relentlessly, while her other hand slowly worked its way up to her generously filled bra and...
"Beep-beep-beep-beep!"
Mike jumped out of bed and aimed his revolver at the locked door. He looked around the room for awhile before he convinced his instincts that he was safe. He was always on the edge. Living on the road taught him that he was blessed for being paranoid. Sometimes looking over your shoulder a few hundred times saved your life.
"Beep-beep-beep-beep!"
Michael pressed the screen on his wrist device multiple times and the alarm shut off.
He laid down his revolver on the sheetless bed. He looked down to see the sheets wrapped around his ankles. He must roll around a lot when he sleep. He undid the sheets and looked at himself in the mirror. His eyes intentionally looked past the tattoo on his arm but traveled down to the device on his wrist. The clock said it was 5:00 a.m. He then stood on his tippy toes and leaned slightly forward. He fell foward but caught himself at the last second and started to begin his daily push ups. He wasn't really sure why he did this or when he had began.
After he was finished he raised to his feet and once again looked in the mirror. Perhaps it was to maintain discipline so he could be a better fighter. Either way, it didn't make him very happy to do something physically demanding at this ungodly hour.
He then sat back on his bed and unloaded his pistol. He usually cleaned his gun every morning and night. He was pretty sure he could use it as a mirror now, the black metal reflected the light and he couldn't see any scratches. He turned the revolver over to see the name engraved down the length of the barrel. 'Michael Damik' was written in cursive. The writing had fancy and exaggerated curves and loops that led Mike to think who ever wrote it must have been of the highest class.
Afterwards, he would count the number of bullets he had left. Then he would go on to sharpening and oiling his knife. His hands moving mechanically as he did his daily upkeep.
He then thought about what the King said. Michael wandered what type of jobs the King would have for him. Probably something to do with killing, which made him settle down a bit. At least it was something he was familiar with.
Next, he thought about watching Jules touch herself while looking at his pulsing cock. Well, in his dream anyway. He could remember every little detail about it. He could easily picture her face in his mind. Which really said a lot, since he suffered from amnesia. She was so solid. Like a foundation for his shifting life.
'Woah! That makes a lot of sense.' Mike thought, ' She is the foundation for my shifting life.'
He repeated this in his mind several times. Part of him thought it was kind of silly, since he didn't really know her that well, but it felt perfect to be in love for the first time. He felt like he would do anything just to touch her hand or be in her presence. His stomach had butterflies dancing around and fluttering against his nerves. He really hoped they would be together forever.
He could take her west. He could build the sturdiest fortress just for them, even earthquakes wouldn't shift the foundation. He would set up a system to keep them supplied for the rest of their happy lives, to somehow, have fresh food and water on the table everyday. He would do it all for her.
A knock at the door disturbed his thoughts. A soft voice, muffled by the door, said, "Hey Mikey, I brought you breakfast!".
Michael's ears perked at the sound of the feminine voice. He rushed over and opened the door. Julia was wearing another sun dress that complimented her shape. It resembled the sky on a partially cloudy day. Some deep blues, covered a smoky, white cloud. The white contrasted with her perfectly tanned skin. Her hair had one braid running through it. Her eyes looked bright and energetic. One of her beautiful legs jittered, like she might have had too much coffee.
