The book had become a struggle. My eyes were drooping and begged to be sealed. I turned out the light and drifting easily into the arms of beckoning sleep. It felt like I was falling into a bottomless abyss, but my stomach didn’t churn, and I realized that I wasn’t falling at all, but drifting. I looked down and saw a beautiful image. She was just below me but just out of reach, drifting along with me, on her back, as if she were floating face up in a stream. Her arms were outstretched, and she had a pleasant “hug me” figure that was complimented by her classic black dress. My eye was attracted by a gold chain around her neck, which seemed to be twisted. As her hand reached up to straighten the chain, I could’nt help but notice the rise and fall of her attractive breasts. Her lips wore a knowing smile, and her eyes said to me, “I like what you are thinking.”
My eyes answered, “I would love to unveil them and worship with my lips.”
“Are you referring to my breasts?” She asked. I nodded, and, with a knowing chuckle, she replied “naughty boy.” But she reached out her hand and beckoned me to come closer. I drifted down to her, and our bodies touched. She put her arms around me, looked deeply into my eyes and said, “You were thinking about something before you went to sleep.”
“Yes” I said “I was thinking about a woman with whom I was talking last night. She told me of a man admiring her breasts and telling her so. He was from Chicago; rode a motorcycle. I was jealous of him, wishing that I could be in the woman’s presence, to talk with her, see her, sense her aura—just be able to see for myself what I’d perceived in her words.”
“I read your thoughts, and have felt your desire.” She said “Would you like me to take you to her?”
I smiled and asked “You can do this?”
“Yes” she said “I can, if you believe and follow me implicitly.”
I nodded, and she took my hand. Her touch filled my body with womb warmth which made me feel secure. Soon, we were moving at great speed above the lights of Los Angeles. I only sensed movement as we sped swiftly over the mountains; we traveled in silence. The moon was full, and as we drifted over the desert I could see the shadows of the
Joshua trees outlined against the pale desert earth.
In a flash, we passed over the gaudy lights of Las Vegas, where I sensed the crush of sinfully joyous humanity. Then, whooshing on, I saw the monuments of the four corners, their shadows casting demonic figures on the sands of the high desert. We swept past the snow capped Rocky Mountains, and then across the flat plains of Kansas. As we passed over The Lake of the Ozarks I saw in the distance the
convergence of two large rivers, which caused me to
face my guide. She turned her raven haired head toward me and smiled, saying “Soon my gentle friend, soon.”
We descended, gliding lower, just above the rooftops, and hovered over a red house in a wood. I feared that she would slam me into the side of the house, but to my surprise, we passed through the walls as if they didn’t exist. We stood in a room hand in hand, my eyes becoming accustomed to the darkness, and I heard the soft sound of sleep-breathing, and the smell of femininity.
My guide embraced me and whispered “Be wonderful to her my friend. She longs to be worshipped” and then she was gone.
I stood beside a bed, looking down. To my surprise the woman in the bed, her head resting on the pillow, was the twin of my guide, but very real. My stomach fluttered as I realized I was in the presence of the tender woman with whom I’d been talking on-line. I stole softly to the edge of the bed and reached out my hand, gently brushing hair from her face.
Her body stirred quietly as I lowered myself to my
knees. Very gently, my fingers touched her cheek,
coursed slowly down her face and, barely touching,
traced up and down the side of her neck. She sighed sensually, as if I’d flipped the switch that opened her desires. I slid my left hand between the pillow and her face, leaned forward and tenderly kissed her lips. I felt them respond oh,such soft pillows! They worked gently against mine.
Her eyes fluttered, then opened, and she stretched her arms, saying “mmmm, I dreamt that someone was kissing me.” Her eyes looked into mine and then she smiled. “Welcome to Missouri my love.”
I was startled that she spoke to me like she was expecting me. How did she know it was me? But then, how could I be here in the first place? This must be a dream. If it were a dream though, I decided I wouldn’t question it, only live within it. I realized that our minds was somehow drifting in the same deep and strongly moving current.
“I was just dreaming about you” she said “You were in an airplane, and were sensually aroused by the sound and movement of the airplane.” She smiled and shook her head.
”You were looking out over the lights of Las Vegas, thinking of the sensual pleasures that were being shared by so many down below.”
“Yes” I said, “I was flying, and I was over Vegas.” I placed my hand on her warm cheek as I continued “It is so strange to me that we were both thinking of each other, and here I am with you.”
My hand was still on her cheek, and she was looking up at me with dreamy eyes that were alive and sparkling. This is to real to be a dream I thought, as I tilted my head