Dirty Dreams

It was the same dirty dream she’s had for a year now. She sits at a table in the middle of a bar. He strolls over to her, and asks if he can take her order. She looks up into the face of a handsome devil.

His hair is long and black, pulled back by a black thong. His eyes are a deep blue that stare right through her. His smile is evil, and his voice is simply sinful. She orders a Screaming Orgasm.

When he returns with the drink, their fingers brush when he hands it to her. She feels as if a bolt of lightening has shot up her arm and then down into her crotch.

“Is there anything else I can do for you?” he asks her.

She stammers when she answers, “Thank you, but the drink will do.”

“When you’re ready for another Screaming Orgasm, just ask,” he says, licking his bottom lip.

She puts the drink down. “I haven’t had the first one, why would I need anotherer?” she asks him, eyeing his package which is just eye level.

He comes closer to her chair, coming close enough that she gets a whiff of the exotic cologne he wears. “It’s right there, why don’t you reach out and grab it.” There is an invitation in his eyes and she reaches out, only to grap…nothing.

She wakes up soaking with sweat, and thinks, ‘Now I have to change my sheets.’ She knows that she can never have the man she’s dreaming of.

The next night, her dream takes her to a different location. She’s at a beach. She worships the sun, and prays to whatever gods made the blonde angel walking towards her.

This time his hair is short, and falls slightly into his eyes. His lips are full, and absolutely kissable. She admires his walk, and his build. The muscles are defined, but not overly big. He’s carrying a drink in each of his hand. He hands her a drink. “Care to join me in a Screaming Orgasm?” he asks gently.

“I’d love to,” she breathes.

He sinks to his knees next to her, one finger dipping into his drink. He paints the liquid onto her lips, then licks it off. Her tongue comes out to touch his only to meet…nothing.

She wakes up again soaking with sweat. She thinks, ‘Damn it, I have to change the damned sheets again!”

All through the next couple of nights, she sleeps dreamlessly, until she goes to the theatre. She bypasses the conception area to find her a seat and wait for the feature.

As the movie starts, she relaxes by slouching down in the reclining seat. Her mind starts to wander. She thinks of the redhead that is on the screen. She starts to fantasize about his hands and mouth.

She closes her eyes, and he is torturing her clip with his tongue, whoile he has two fingers inside of her.

Forgetting she’s in a theatre, she puts her hand down her pants to rub her swollen button. She relieves the pressure. She starts to moan, because she can feel his tongue and hands massage her. She so glad she actually gets to touch this time.

Now she can see the dark haired waiter, as he puts his cock into her waiting mouth. She’s so excited, that she puts her other hand up to her mouth, to suck on her fingers, to prepare they are his cock.

She starts to buck in her seat, because she begins to spasm around her fingers. That’s when she notices the blonde angel. He wants to fuck. He steps up to the redhead, and asks him to share. The redhead moves aside.

The blonde slides his penis inside with ease. The dark devil pauses for just a few minutes, so the angel and the movie star can get arranged.

The movie star is now lubing up her ass, with his tongue.

She comes to her senses long enough to thank the gods theatre is close to being empty. Halfway through the movie, she closes her eyes and returns to her fantasy.

Her devil is back to plunging in and out of her mouth. Her angel is in front of her, slowly moving his cock in and out of her pussy, then going faster till she’s almost on the edge. When he feels her start to tense, he slows down again. Her movie star is behind her, his cock imbedded in her ass. He is taking turns with the angel, one sliding in while the other slides out.

As the movie credits were rolling, she climaxed. The three men climaxed with her name on their lips.

She came to her senses in time to walk out of theatre. As she turned the corner to walk down the sidewalk, a blonde older man asks her name, “Miss Parkinson, is that you?

She recognizes him from the only other person that was in the theatre. Shit.