Usually, I do not remember my dreams, or if I do, I remember very small bits... impressions I had, an idea or two... a face, an object, a color. Sometimes I remember the entire story line, but rarely do I remember everything. This dream was so phenomenal that I remembered every touch, every caress, every sigh and moan and cry. Never has anyone else taken the initiative and seduced me so deliciously.
Last night was warm and sticky, which meant that my nightly masturbatory session did not take long. With thoughts of being taken advantage of, I climaxed quickly. Exhausted, I dropped to sleep ... and awoke on a deliciously soft mattress.
It was completely dark, this room, save a lone candle flickering to my right. The bed I was laying on was so soft ... like a soothing bath and a sensual massage all at once. The mattress was the very thick kind that one sinks right into, as though it was a big floppy pillow. A familiar scent filled the room, a scent I recognized, but my Dream Self didn't seem to find that at all odd.
It was then that I realized I was completely nude. I leaned back into the waiting embrace of the smooth, sensual sheets. I writhed in the hollow my body had made in this wondrous bed ... and I noticed I was filled with anticipation. This was a special night, though I don't know why.
Then I felt ... him. He crawled from the floor at the foot of the bed up between my legs. I could not see him, could only focus on the sensations running throughout my body. The cool feel of his jeans ... he had been outside?
His tongue touched my navel, swept teasingly around it ... my body was immediately shaking, craving... I moved to sit up, but the cushiness of the bed wouldn't allow for easy movement. I managed to pluck at his shirt, draw its rough texture far enough up his body to slide my hands underneath, press them against his warm chest ... feel his heart beating. I kneaded his shoulders with my fingertips, since that was as far down his body as I could reach from this position. He took the hint and removed the shirt.
He trailed kisses up my stomach as my breathing increased... I turned my head to the right and willed the candle to come nearer, that I may see this man. I was overwhelmed with curiosity, while my Dream Self took this all as a given.
his lips reached my right nipple, sending shivers through my body and a low, rumbling moan from between my lips. Any thoughts I had of demanding his identity disappeared. He drew my nipple between his teeth and bit, gently at first, then hard ... hard enough to draw blood. I gasped, my body alight with passion, and swooned slightly. The erotic intoxication that sexual pleasure induces rushed over me, my thoughts swirled impressionistically, and I was owned by his touch.
The dream turned into a blur of skin and touch ... his tongue and teeth continued to maul my breasts, my breathing quickened, and I was lost in the throes of a full-body convulsion that only the hard kiss of teeth on breast can ensue.
I knew he was smiling as my body writhed beneath his, my legs coming up to ensnare his waist, desperately attempting to pull him to me, through me, inside of me. Using my calves, I struggled to slide his pants off, and I felt rather than heard his laughter. He slid off of me for but a moment and my skin wept at the absence of his weight upon me.
