At 4am i awoke again in a cold sweat,for two weeks now every night the same dream.It can’t be possible that dreams feel more real than reality,can it?I called in to work sick,to exhausted from the dreams to work.Praying that maybe i could find peace in the day time,at least a cat nap.
All day the phone rang,street sounds and stress keep me from closing my eyes more then briefly.Then the night came again,i was almost affraid to go to my room.Knowing that when my eyes closed she would come and the world would turn upside down again.
I took a relaxing bath,then sipped a brandy thinking that maybe i was just over reacting to my dream experiences.Finally i convinced myself to crawl in bed,closing my eyes one more time.
Then like every other night,came the rapping on the window.No this can’t be happening again,i know i am sleep,i try to wake up and i can’t.Her voice calls softly,come,come open the window,i am here for you.I can’t move but i feel my spirit rising,i feel it going to the window.The window opens,the damp cold night breeze flows over my body like Angel wings.
I smell the strongest cent of her perfume so close it makes my scenes reel.It can’t be i’m sound sleep,reality can’t be in this diction,can it?Her voice again,i need you now more than before.I keep telling myself,this is only a dream nothing can happen.
Her hot breath rushes panting against my neck,i want to run,my body will not comply in sleep.I lay here helpless to the mercy of the dream world.Her mouth covers mine,her lips cling sucking at my sanity with deep hungry kisses.I know i cant fight what isn’t real,i must obey,dreams have no substance,will power can not exist.
Again her voice softly penetrates my soul,i will have you all tonight,our life will be one being.I try to speak,there is no sound,only silence,i am not of this world of dream,only a visitor.Her hot hands brush over my chest,her fingers entwine in my hair.She opens my night shirt bearing my chest,i can feel her lips cares my manly small nipples.Aginst my will i feel then harden for her lips to nuzzle,i must allow it,no place to hide from what dosn’t exist.
Her hands run down over my belly,they seem to reach inside me arousing my deepest emmotions.She leans over me,some thing is brushing against my lips.Warm and soft,my lips part slightly allowing it to enter.Her breast,a long hard nipple,i begin to nurse,i hear her eerie moan.I feel my belly filling with warmth,but how,from where?
Now my mouth is empty,i close it and swallow to end the dryness in my throat.She grabs the top of my night pants,slowly pulling them off.I feel her breath burning against my belly,her hands roaming up and down my legs.Her hand gripping my manhood as it lays limp in sleep.
She massages it is conning it to rise,the heat of her breath penetrating deep within my soul.My manhood hardens in her hand,her hot breath rushes over it,harder it grows,longer,now she massages it with both her hands milking my man seed to the tip.Her lips surrounding the head drinking the first drops of life as they ready to flow freely out of my body.
I feel her lower body glide over me to my mouth,scents of her womanhood fill my senses as she presses it closer to my lips.My tongue instinctivly probes at the scent,it glides up her wet slit to her enormous cliporis.I take it in my mouth and suck gently,rubbing it with my tongue.Rivlets of silican cream flow down over my face.Her voice echoes tonight you will complete me more than ever before.
She slides down my body rubbing her dripping silk across my chest,she lingers on my belly as her hot juices flow stronger making pools that run down my sides.Her body raises up gently,her hands holding my manhood upward.She has aroused my inner most spirit,engorged my manhood to three times its natural size.But yes i am sleep,yes i am only dreaming,arn’t i?
I feel her energy comming closer to my manhood,the head pressing into her burning wetness.Her hands release as i feel her glidding down onto me.Soft muscles ripple over it as she glides down taking half,then her muscles ripple milking every inch deep within her.But it was so long,so expanded with engorgment how could it possably be?I am not awake,this is a dream,isn’t it?Her voice whispers hauntingly,my eggs are fertile now,your man seeds will give life to me anew.
I could not move,i am sleep,arn’t i?Her muscles began to ripple faster up and down my manhood pulling all the life from within me.The endless feeding hunger of her womanhood feasting on the fruits of my body filling itself from me.I am sleep,i know i am,am i?
I lay there in the morning light eyes stillclosed,i pinched my leg.”ouch”i am awake.I recalled the dream again,that had came so many times.I smiled a little at my fear as i turned to look at the time i cold hear her voice again…good morning honey…
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