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It's only a Dream
Damn, sandra mumbled to herself as she arrived home. "Stupid
blind dates. Never again." she muttered as she walked into her
apartment and slammed the door behind her..
This was her third blind date set up by her friends and it was
also her third failure.. She looked into the mirror and wondered
if she was doing something wrong. "I'm not no beauty pageant
winner," she thought, "but I'm not ugly either." She pondered
this while she prepared herself for bed. It was late and she did
have to get up in the morning for work.
As she lay back on the bed, she thought about some of the other
dates she had been on.. It seemed that the men she dated only
wanted sex and nothing else. And this last blind date was even
worse, he wanted sex without commitment, plus he wanted sex with
the waiter at the restaurant. Now Sandra was a grown woman with
grown up needs and she was considering sex without commitment
just for her own pleasure until he started talking about the
waiter.. That did it.
As she closed her eyes to sleep, she so desperately wished that
she had someone to take care of her needs. Someone that she could
go to without needing to worry about getting something that she
would regret.. Slowly her hand found it's way down her belly and
came to rest on the mound that she was so used to servicing
herself lately.. She massaged herself and slowly drifted off.....
Suddenly, Sandra woke. Her hand was still wet from her own
juices.. She had a scary feeling that she wasn't alone. A feeling
that someone else was in the room with her.. Immediately, she
thought it might be that fruit cake that she was out with.. Ready
to grab something in her defense, Sandra started to sit up.
Sandra, half sitting and half laying, froze. The image she saw
definitely wasn't who she thought it was. This person was much
taller and much better looking.. She started to say something
when he put he fingers to his mouth, indicating that she should
remain quiet. She did, expecting him to say something. Somehow,
now she wasn't a scared as she was before.. If this stranger was
going to hurt her, he would have ny now. He remained half hidden
in the shadows but she could see enough to know that he was
dressed in what looked to her like a robe. He was tall and
handsome with dark brown hair and piercing brown eyes.
"You summoned me." was all he said as he walked towards her.
Somehow, nervous but not scared, Sandra lay back and waited. He
came to the side of her bed and sat down. Slipping one hand under
the blanket, to her leg and just rested it on her thigh. She
again started to speak, but he took his other hand and placed it
over her mouth. "You summoned a lover with your desperate
desires." he told her. "I am here to help."
As his hand slid it's way up her thigh, the feeling in her
started to warm. "How did this guy know what I wanted?" she
thought, as his hand found it's target. A moan escaped her mouth
as he gently massaged her. "I know what you wanted because you
told me." he mentioned. Shocked that he answered the question
that she never asked, she wondered how he did that.. He only
smiled. Sandra moaned again as his hand worked magic on her,
causing her to get hotter and hotter..
Without a word, he pulled the blanket up and over his head,
moving into position between her legs. He licked his way up her
thigh and into her wet mound. Sandra was helpless. She couldn't
resist him now even if she wanted to, and right now, she didn't
want anything but more of what he was doing. His tongue worked on
her clit and more than once made her cum. Each orgasm seemed more
intense than the one before it. She now knew that she was hooked.
This stranger could do anything, anything at all and she wouldn't
stop him.. As long as he treated her this way, she would never
look for another lover..
Slowly, he started licking his way up her belly, pausing to
kiss and nip at each nipple, before reaching her mouth. There
placing a kiss so passionate, she orgasmed again.. This treatment
couldn't go unrewarded, so she tried to get him to lay on his
back. "I want to do you now."she told him. But he stopped her and
held her down. "No. Not this time. This time it is for you." he
told her as he pressed against her. One gentle push and he buried
himself deep inside her. Sandra screamed out as the orgasm took
over her body. Time and time again he brought her to mind blowing
orgasms. A couple of times Sandra thought she blacked out, she
wasn't sure. But she did know that she had finally found heaven.
This could go on all night she thought as she responded to his
thrusts. Each time she orgasmed, he would smile softly and
continue. After she don't know how long, or how many orgasms, he
finally tensed and cum, filling her with his juices. It felt
different somehow, but she wasn't going to question it as she
orgasmed once more.. this last orgasm was so intense, she did
blackout fro the next thing she remembered was waking to the sun
shining brightly in her bedroom window.
Damn, she said out loud as she knew now that she was only
dreaming..
Sandra lay still, staring at the ceiling. "It was so real." she
told herself. She even felt kind of sore from all of it. But none
the less, she was still in her own bed, and she was still alone.
It wasn't until she started to sit up to reach for a cigarette
that she realized that she was soaked. The bed was drenched and
she was too. It couldn't be a dream she thought. It just couldn't
be. She reached for her cigarettes and on the stand was a strange
looking piece of paper. The only thing on it was the words "Any
time, just call."
Now You tweet little things,,,, was it a dream???
Incubus
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