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 Summerisle By Gypsie Sweetnickers Chapter 2 MF, Dream MDom

   Caroline became aware of several things.  She was aware she was
completely naked, but not why.  She was aware of a thick band of leather
around her neck, nestling snugly against her throat.  It didn't occur to
her to mind the collar, in fact, she thought it felt rather, well,
exciting. She was aware she wasn't alone, and she realized that the man
with her wasn't Sam.  Still no sense of alarm filtered through to disturb
her foggy thoughts.

   One pertinent fact eluded her -- who was this man?  She couldn't seem to
see his face or hear his voice clearly, but she was able to gather some
impressions.  His voice, while difficult to identify, was rich, measured
and commanding.  Something in that voice made her happy with whatever was
happening, and that included her current nudity.

   The man's skin was neither light nor dark, nor black nor white but
rather a color midway between bronze and gold, and it seemed to be
illuminated from within.  It gave Caroline the feeling that she was in the
presence of some semi-divine creature.  That the creature was as naked as
she dawned on her only gradually.  A feeling like butterflies fluttering
inside her began in Caroline's belly, and soon spread further down.  The
feeling did not disturb her, quite the opposite in fact.

   The Man was well groomed; a fact Caroline was able to tell from the
manicured state and smooth feel of his hand, a hand which was currently
moving slowly down her back.  She recognized she was on all fours and
somehow unable, or unwilling, to change position.  She felt herself moving
slightly as a cat might move when it is being petted.

   Then the hand reached her ass.  Caroline let out a small gasp and the
butterflies intensified their fluttering as the first beautiful hand was
joined by a second.  Caroline felt herself being urged, gently but firmly,
to lower her shoulders to the floor and to rest her cheek on the surface,
her dark brown hair spilled in a halo around her.

   And then she felt something new.  Her eyes widened and her mouth gapped
as the head of the man's cock moved across the meeting of her butt cheeks
and beneath them.  The well kept hands took a firm hold on Caroline's hips.
There was a moment that Caroline instinctively knew meant the man had
pulled his hips back for the inevitable thrust forward.  She held her
breath and could feel herself straining backwards with her hips.

   "Now, right now!" was her only thought.

   The room was dark and Caroline was disorientated.  Gone was the
mysterious and elusive man.  She was no longer naked but dressed in a
rather rumpled nightdress.  Next to her lay Sam, sprawled on his side,
smiling in his sleep.

   Caroline lay in the dark for a moment breathing slowly.  Her body was
drenched in perspiration, and there was a deep, almost painful yearning
that started between her legs and spread out.  She could still remember the
touch of the man from her dream, the way his hands had felt so smooth
against her naked skin.  This memory was mixed with disappointment that it
had only been a dream.  The room felt small and stifling.  Caroline felt
constricted by the now very moist pair of panties that were clinging to her
pussy

   Almost mechanically, Caroline sat up.  Sam stirred a little but didn't
wake.  Looking down her nightdress and panties, Caroline rolled over in the
bed and wound herself around her husband.

   Sliding a hand down between his legs, she eased his shorts down and
began to help his cock stiffen.  She was surprised to hear him murmur,
"Good girl." His eyes slowly opened and she kissed him.  His arms enfolded
her and pulled her closer to him.