The sun peeks through the bedroom window and lightly warms my face as I awaken from a sound nights sleep, complete with yet another of “those dreams.” The dream was an erotic adventure of mammoth proportions, and as the fog slowly lifts from my mind as I become more awake, I also frantically struggle to remember all the events of the dream. The more awake I become, the more the details of the dream become foggier and foggier, further hidden from my conscious mind, until all that is truly left is a basic framework of the adventure, but that will have to suffice I tell myself, and get up and begin the new day.
Throughout the day I get glimpses of events from the dream, and begin to wonder if this was perhaps an intuitive glimpse into a possible future? Unresolved satisfaction begins to morph into insatiable frustration as I struggle to get a mental picture of the woman’s face in my dream. Who is she? Have I met her? Is she real? Yet she eludes me again, as she has on countless previous occasions, and I succumb to the reality that for now at least, I will not remember her face.
As I sit down to watch the news after the day’s work is done, my mind finally relaxed and at ease, I am able to recall more of the details which have been suppressed in my mind. I remember the way she was biting her lower lip as I bound her hands above her head in the shower. The soft gentle moans she was helpless to prevent escaping as I stood behind her in the shower, my body pressed against hers, her head titled backwards as I held her by her long brown hair and slowly hand washed her body.
Lightly yet firmly wrapping my hand around her neck, her, pulling her gently backward, and whispering into her ear “Who do you belong to?” She answers me with in a soft moan and presses harder against my body. I slowly run my hand down her body until I position my hand between her legs, and after getting a firm grip, whisper again into her ear “that was not an answer Princess, who do you belong to?” Another soft moan from her precious lips escapes her mouth before she finally replies “I belong to you Sir.” I release her crotch from my grip and whisper “Good Girl” as I move my hands back to her shoulders.
Now,moving my way down her body, slowly washing her breasts with the soft silky soap, circling her nipples but not touching them until at last I grasp her tits firmly with both hands and draw her body into mine. She begins sliding her moist pussy back and forth along my pulsating cock that is resting between her legs, beckoning me, almost as if she is teasing me to enter her.
And that is when the sun appeared, and the day had to begin. But now I am but a few hours away from sleep, and I hope and pray for the story to continue, but even moreso, I cannot wait for the day when the dreams become the life ……..
