Personal note (and a bit of self-promotion, hahaha)

Hey guys, it's been a while since I've been able to write. I lost my job in May, and have been looking for a new one, plus trying to do whatever it takes so that my family and I don't starve to death. Unfortunately, that means that I haven't had time to write my own stories, as this is a hobby and the bills need to be paid. I haven't however, left erotica completely alone. So in that frame of ideas, I started translating novels, both English to Spanish and Spanish to English. I'm happy to say my first translated novel is now published in digital format!!! Yay!!!

It's the Spanish translation of they last installment of Sky Conrad's Between Two Billionaires Trilogy. It's called Entre Dos Billonarios Parte 3 in Spanish. 

So for my Spanish speaking readers, I would very much appreciate it if you could give it a try. It's available at the following links:

Apple / iTunes

Barnes & Noble

Amazon

Scribd

Thanks so much guys! I hope you enjoy it. 

P.S.: I have a second translation in the process of being published, though that one is not a Romance/Erotica novel. It's a murder mystery with a little bit of witchcraft thrown in. I'll post the links once I have them. 

Writer's block

Hey all. This is not a story, just a short message because I haven't been able to finish the story I'm working on. Actually there are two stories, but things in real life have gotten a little bit complicated and truthfully I haven't made any headway at all in either story.  I promise I´ll try to get at least one finished by the end of the month. Please be patient with me as I work out the situation I'm in, both personal and professional. Hopefully when things are a little less tangled up I can start writing again.

If you've read my other stories and like them, I'd appreciate any feedback on what you think I should work on, or what kind of stories you'd like to see.

Thanks, and hope to be back to writing soon.

JDY

Second Chance

“Colin, man you’re hopeless!” Charles exclaimed, shaking his head in disgust. “Can’t you tell she was totally in to you?” he continued as he picked up another nacho from the plate and washed it down with a swig of the beer.  Colin just looked at Charles and their other friend, Dean, with a look of skepticism. The three friends were regulars at the family run pub-style restaurant, showing up every Friday and Saturday night for the last year or so. Jerry’s as it was called, had been in the neighborhood longer than any of them had been alive.  Jerry had already passed on, and now ownership was in the hands of his son Tom. The “she” that Charles was referring to was Rebecca, Tom’s daughter who was helping out while she was home for summer break.

Colin looked past Charles towards Rebecca. He had to admit that she was something to look at.  About 5’ 8”, fit, very well endowed curves that had all the males in the place trying to get her to notice them.  Her long black hair fell just above the curve of her butt, which only served to draw the male eye even more. He looked back at his friends and just shook his head.

The three of them looked as different as day and night.  Charles was the tallest at 6’ 6”, his Scandinavian descent obvious in his blond hair, blue eyes and big muscles.  He would have fit in easily in a Viking raid, crossing the seas on a longship with his piercing blue eyes staring out of his helm. Dean was about the same height as Charles, though polar opposites in coloring. His coffee and cream skin, honey colored eyes and dark hair were in direct contrast to Charles. Dean wasn’t as muscular as Charles, but he was just as strong, with the endurance of a long distance runner, which is what he was.

And then there’s me Colin thought to himself. He wasn’t as tall as his friends, though standing at 6’ 2” he was by no means short. He had wavy brown hair and brown eyes, and while he tried to take care of himself he was by no means an athlete like his friends were. In all, his best feature, in his opinion, was his smile and his intelligence. Though he’d found the hard way that being book smart did not necessarily correlate to being smart when it came to relationships.

“Charles, shut up man, are you crazy?” Colin asked. “I know there’s no way she’d be interested in me, not with all the other guys here, you two included. I’m just your average joe. We were just being polite. You know, making small talk.”

“No Colin, I think Charles has a point,” replied Dean. “That was way more than just polite small talk. The girl was doing everything she could to get you to try to ask her out.”

“Nah, I don’t think so” insisted Colin, though the seed of doubt and hope had been planted. Could Rebecca really be interested in going out with him? Or were his friends just bull-shitting him?

“You should go up to the bar and ask her out” said Charles. He was like a dog with a bone once he got an idea into his head. Charles knew that Colin didn’t have much experience with women or much faith in himself, but he was sure that Rebecca had been sending Colin the go ahead.

They continued talking and joking, ribbing Colin and working him up so that he’d finally take the bull by the horns and go ask Rebecca out.  After about a half hour Colin caved in and said he’d try to ask her out. It was done more in an attempt to shut his friends up than with any real belief that she was interested in going on a date with him.

Working up his courage, Colin walked up to the bar where Rebecca was working. She smiled brightly as she saw him walking towards the bar. She stood right in front of him and leaned over, her arms crossed under her breasts, emphasizing her ample curves. The low cut shirt was stretched tight, almost making Colin forget what he wanted to say.

“Hey Rebecca, could you get me another round of beers?” he asked before he completely lost his nerve. Or devolved into a blithering idiot he thought, struggling to keep his eyes on her face. He may consider himself a gentleman, but there is only so much temptation one can endure.

“Sure Colin, no problem. But you didn’t have to come all the way over here to ask for them. It’s slow enough that you could have just signaled me from your table” she replied as she turned away from him to get the beers.

Ok, it’s now or never thought Colin to himself. Come on man, what have you got to lose, other than your pride if she turns you down? He cleared his throat and gave a quick look at the lighter he held in his hand. Here goes nothing!

“Rebecca, wait a minute” he said just as she was going to open the beer bottles. She looked at him askance, not sure of why he’d stopped her. “I want to make a bet. I bet you I can open the bottles with a lighter.” As he said it, he held up the lighter that he had in his hand, which looked like an ordinary silver Zippo lighter.

“A lighter? I don’t think that’s possible” she answered with obvious amusement in her voice. She put the unopened bottles on top of the bar. “But out of curiosity, what are the terms of your bet? Like, what do I get when I win?”

“If you win you get to pick your reward. But if I win, then you’ll go out on a date with me. Is it a deal?”

“Anything? Are you sure about that?”

“Totally sure. So are you willing to make the bet with me?”

Rebecca laughed out loud. “Sure, why not? You’ll have to give me time to think of what I want as my reward though.”

Colin just smiled at her and reached for the first bottle. Little did she know that the lighter had a small button on it, that when pressed released a bottle opener much like the one found on a Swiss army knife. He smiled and then easily opened the three bottles while she looked on, half in disbelief and amusement.

“Oh no fair!” she exclaimed, trying not to laugh out loud at his ingenuity. “That’s cheating!”

“No it’s not,” Colin replied with a smile. “I used the lighter like I said I would. You can’t go back on your word now.”

After a few more joking protests, Rebecca agreed to meet Colin for dinner and a movie the next week. Feeling triumphant, he took the beers back to the table and let his friends know about his success in asking her out. The rest of the night Colin and Rebecca joked and flirted with each other until closing time came around and the guys were forced to go home.

The week flew by for Colin, who was extremely anxious to see Rebecca again. They had agreed to meet at the restaurant he had suggested. It was a casual date, so he was dressed in jeans and a long-sleeved button down shirt. He got to the restaurant first and was waiting for her at the bar when she showed up. Dressed in tight jeans and a white off-the shoulder peasant style blouse she looked fantastic. Her long black hair flowed freely down her back and the gold earrings shone in contrast to it. Red high heels and a matching purse completed her outfit. Colin couldn't stop staring.

He stood up and welcomed her, telling her she looked wonderful. Rebecca smiled up at him and thanked him for the compliment. They then proceeded to go to their table and order dinner. As they waited they talked and flirted. Colin thought that the date couldn’t have gone any better up to that point. Then all of a sudden Rebecca’s face turned pale as she looked past him at someone walking into the dining area.

“Hey are you –“ he started to ask, just to be interrupted by Rebecca apologizing.

“I’m so sorry for this,” she said as whomever she was looking at pulled out the chair next to her and sat down.

Colin looked over in surprise as an older, more worn and VERY drunk version of Rebecca sat down next to him.  She leaned over and looked at him intently through bleary, blood-shot eyes. Colin could smell the alcohol on her breath and it was overpowering. The way she was staring at him was starting to creep him out.

“Mom, what are you doing here?” Rebecca asked, weariness and resignation in her voice.

“This is your mom?” Colin said, not quite believing what his eyes were telling him.

“Yes Colin, she is. She and my dad split up years ago. That’s why she’s never at Jerry’s.”

Colin looked back at Rebecca and saw that her face was bright red, though with anger or embarrassment he couldn’t really say. He was completely at a loss as to what to do with Rebecca’s mom there. Before he could think of something to say, the woman started talking to him.

“Young man,” she said, “I’m here to make sure your intentions towards my daughter are good.” She slurred her words so bad that it was almost impossible to understand her.  “When are you going to marry her?”

“Wait, what?!” Colin exclaimed at the same time Rebecca let her face drop into her hands, hiding behind them. “Who said anything about marriage? This is just a date!”

Rebecca’s mom peered at him through narrowed eyes. “So you say you won’t marry my daughter? Is she not good enough for you?”

Colin looked desperately over at Rebecca, who was still hiding her face behind her hands, her shoulders slumped. Finding no help there, he turned to face the drunk and irate mother again, and tried to explain in a soothing voice “Ma’am, I think there’s been a confusion. This is our first date. We don’t know each other well enough to think of marriage, though your daughter is a great girl.”

The mom wouldn’t have any of it though, and started accusing Colin of everything from being a low-life good for nothing to being the reason no decent man would marry her daughter. Each accusation was a little louder until she was standing and screaming in the restaurant, causing a huge scene. Everyone there was watching it play out in morbid curiosity.  At some time before her mom had started getting really worked up Rebecca had excused herself to go to the ladies’ room. It just dawned on him that she hadn’t come back yet but he was too distracted to pay much attention to how long it had been.

At this point though Colin had had enough. At the same moment the restaurant’s security personnel finally arrived to escort the drunk and by now completely infuriated and hysterical mother out of the building. Good riddance, thought Colin, who really didn’t know if the date was salvageable after that incident. He waited a few minutes, but it increasingly became more apparent that she wasn’t coming back.  He paid for the meal and left, feeling confused, dejected and angry all at the same time. 

Standing outside the restaurant in the parking lot, he lit up a smoke and looked at the lighter he had used to get Rebecca into agreeing to go on this date with him. Ruefully he wondered if it would have been better to not pay attention to his friends when they had encouraged him to ask her out. He started walking towards the street to catch a cab, with every intention of going home and getting drunk. Chalk it up to experience, he thought. I’ll definitely never have a date like that again. Too bizarre to believe.

As he neared the corner he saw a familiar figure trying to wave down a taxi. “Rebecca! Wait up!” he called out and sped up in order to catch her before she could get a cab. She turned to look at him, eyes wide and round, looking like a deer caught in headlights on a dark road. Desperately she turned to see if she could get a cab before Colin reached her but there wasn’t one nearby.

“Hey, hey, please don’t run from me” he said gently as he reached her, stopping a few feet from where she was standing. His heart melted when he saw that she had been crying, her makeup streaked on her face.

“Oh Colin, I’m so sorry. I’m so embarrassed!” she said, wiping at her face with the backs of her hands. “I know I shouldn’t have left you there like that, but I just couldn’t take it anymore. I never know what to do when she gets like that.”

Colin took his handkerchief from his back pocket and handed it to her. “It’s ok. Well, I mean it was certainly a shock, but no harm done. I’m just sorry you had to see your mom like that. Also sorry that you felt like you had to run from me.”

“You’re way to nice to me Colin. I don’t deserve it after I bailed on you like that, but thanks.”

“Listen, I know that there’s no way to salvage this date, so how about we just go hang out somewhere as friends? Think of it as a second chance. I promise you won’t regret it.”

“I think I would like that,” Rebecca answered, smiling up at him for the first time in a long while. Impulsively she leaned up to kiss him on the cheek. “Where do you suggest we go?”

“How about mini-golf?”

“Nah, don’t much feel like playing mini-golf right now. Can we just go to your place and watch a movie on TV?”

Colin looked at her a little surprised, but said that if that was what she wanted then it was ok by him. Shortly afterwards they finally caught a cab and were on the way to his place. Rebecca was silent on the way there, her head turned to gaze out the window though she had sat down in the back seat of the cab close enough that her thigh was pressed against his in spite of the extra space available.

Colin had his hands on his thighs, trying not to think about her leg touching his, when she placed her hand under his and wove their fingers together. She still had her head turned to look out the window as she did it, though she did give his hand a small squeeze.  Colin remained silent and squeezed her hand back. He felt a little of the tension drain out of her body and smiled slightly.

Soon enough they were in front of his apartment building. His place was a second floor walk-up in an old brick building in a relatively nice part of town. He lived alone in the small one-bedroom apartment, but it was all that he needed.

He opened the door for them after they walked up the stairs and turned on the light. The living room / dining room were immediately visible from the front door, with the guest bathroom to the right. A half wall served to divide the kitchen area from the rest of the apartment.  Colin’s bedroom was down a hall to the left from where the kitchen ended.

He led Rebecca to the sofa and told her to turn the TV to whatever she wanted to watch. His cat Molly came out and started rubbing herself around his and Rebecca’s legs, so he picked her up and took her to the kitchen to feed her. After a quick stop at the bathroom he rejoined Rebecca on the couch.

She had curled up almost into a ball on the sofa, resting her head on the armrest and her tucked up near her.  Colin decided to give her space and sat down on the opposite end. As he sat down he saw that she had found one of his favorite movies, the Fifth Element, on the sci-fi channel. He grinned because he never got tired of watching it, but certainly would never have guessed that she would like something like that.

“Have to confess that this is one of my favorite movies,” he said. “I’ve seen it a thousand times but still watch it every chance I have.”

Rebecca looked over at him and smiled. “Good. It’s one of my favorite movies too. I was kinda worried you might not like it.”

“Don’t have to worry about anything” he said, and they both settled in to watch the movie. During the taxi chase scene, she changed positions now resting her head on his shoulder. Colin put his arm around her and gave her a quick hug. Rebecca looked up at him and Colin couldn’t resist kissing her.

His lips moved over hers softly, gently, so that she could pull back if it wasn’t what she wanted. Much to his surprise, she kissed him back. Quickly the kiss that had started out tentative grew wanton and hot, both of them giving in to the sexual tension that had been put on the back burner due to the calamitous incident at the restaurant.

Colin framed Rebecca’s face with his hands and they devoured each other with their kisses. She managed somehow to kneel on the sofa next to him without breaking the kiss. She plunged her fingers into his hair and straddled him, her body pressed tightly to him.

Colin moved his hands up and down her back and her sides while they kissed. Their lips and tongues danced and swayed with each other, their heavy breathing keeping tempo as they came together in an explosion of passion. He kissed his way along her chin and jaw line and then down her neck. There he paused to suck and lick the spot where her neck joins the shoulder. Rebecca moaned softly and let her head fall to the side so Colin could keep kissing her there as she shivered in his arms.

His hands found the hem of her shirt and slid up under it, rubbing up and down her back. She pulled back from his exploring mouth and looked him right in the eyes. Without a word she took the hem of her shirt in her hands and pulled it off over her head, leaving her only in a pale pink lace bra. Her areolae and tight, hard nipples could clearly be seen through the lace, a much darker pink than the material covering them.

Colin closed his eyes and groaned as a surge of lust punched him in the gut. He reached blindly for Rebecca and pulled her into another all-consuming kiss while his hands cupped her breasts and tweaked her tight nipples through the covering of the bra. This time when he broke away from her mouth it was to kiss over her breasts, laving her nipples through the lace.

Rebecca was having a hard time catching her breath. Colin’s kisses and now the attention he was paying to her breasts had reduced her mind to mush. She couldn’t think or talk anymore, only feel and lose herself in the heat and physical pleasure of his touch. She could feel exactly how much she was affecting him as well as she straddled him. His erection was a steel rod between them, his heat obvious even through their clothes.

She undulated her hips over him as he sucked and licked her nipples through the lace of her bra. Hearing him groan as she did so made her smile, making her determined to hear it again and again. His hands moved to her back and unfastened her bra. She peeled it off and tossed it somewhere behind her, not caring where it landed.

Colin almost swallowed his tongue as he saw her glorious breasts swing free from their confinement. Eagerly he sought them out with his hands and his mouth, latching on to a nipple and sucking as if his life depended on it. With his other hand he cupped and kneaded, molded and played with her other breast. Now it was Rebecca’s turn to groan as he worshiped her breasts. She pushed her fingers into his hair and held him close as his greedy mouth moved from one to the other.

After an eternity Colin finally was able to draw himself away and told her to stand up. She did as he asked, standing on shaky legs that she wasn’t quite sure would be able to hold her up. Colin slid to his knees on the floor in front of her. His eyes met hers as he unbuttoned her jeans and slowly brought down the zipper. Without looking away he began peeling the material down her legs until he was forced to look down to help her step out of them.

Rebecca used one hand on Colin’s shoulder to steady herself as he divested her of her jeans. She stood in front of him only in the light pink lace thong that matched her bra. Colin drew in his breath as he could see through the lace to the skin beneath, smooth and supple and begging for his touch. He drew her close and placed big, wet, open-mouthed kisses around her stomach, letting his tongue trace the edge of her thong as his hands grasped and squeezed her firm butt cheeks.

Slowly he lowered her thong and helped her step out of it. He guided her back to the sofa and had her sit down on the edge and lay back. He then positioned himself between her legs, placing them over his shoulders and grabbing her butt to bring her closer.

Rebecca couldn’t stifle the cry of pleasure nor the arching of her body as his tongue made contact with her clit. He made a long, leisurely sweep over it with his tongue then retreated to kiss the inside of her thighs. When her hand plunged into his hair and pushed his mouth hard against her he chuckled a little but obliged her by licking and kissing every inch of her bare pussy.

She writhed under his mouth. Her moans of ecstasy become increasingly louder, drowning out the TV. Her hips couldn’t keep still as she felt the pleasure surging through her body, becoming ever more unbearable as he devoured her. Suddenly the wave crashed over her and she felt the bliss of her orgasm pour through her body. She shook and shivered as she came back to reality. When she opened her eyes it was to see Colin looking at her with a predatory gleam.

He kissed his way up her body, again paying extra attention to her breasts. He continued up and kissed her, settling himself between her legs. The denim of his jeans was harsh against her most sensitive skin. She couldn’t imagine how he was suffering with his erection still trapped inside the unyielding fabric.

Colin was in heaven and hell at the same time. His cock was harder than it had ever been in his life, and it was being strangled by the jeans that he still wore. Rubbing it against her drenched pussy while he kissed her was not making things any easier. He simultaneously groaned and sighed in relief when he felt her hands at the waist of his jeans, working to free him.

Rebecca pushed at Colin for him to get up so she could finish undressing him. She got his jeans open and he stood up to take them off. His dick stood straight out from his body, the tip already moist with precum. She took his shaft in her hand and started stroking him, but Colin put his hand on top of her to stop. When she looked up at him questioningly he shook his head.

“I need to be inside you” was all he said.

She squeezed him in her hand and smiled knowingly, a smile as old as Eve. “I need you too.”

He quickly found his pants and pulled out a condom and put it on. Rebecca eyed him impishly and commented “seems like someone was hoping to get lucky tonight.”

“A guy can hope,” he grinned sheepishly.

She beckoned him closer to her and pushed him down so he was sitting on the sofa and promptly straddled him again. This time she used her hand to guide his turgid cock into her pussy, still wet from her orgasm just minutes before. Slowly she lowered herself onto him, his thick member pushing inside of her swollen folds. She felt full, stretched to the limit. It was one of the most delicious feelings she’d had in her life.

She finally took him all in as her ass came to rest on his balls. She squeezed her inner muscles around him, causing Colin to breath in sharply. It felt so good. His hands on her hips encouraged her to start moving, which she did in a lazy up and down movement. She placed her hands on his shoulder for balance and arched her back forward so that her nipples were just in front of his mouth.

Colin obliged the silent request and began licking and sucking Rebecca’s breasts, alternating between one and the other. She continued to ride him slowly, lifting off until just the head of his cock was inside her and then sliding back down to the root. His hands on her hips started urging her to move faster which she did, increasing the tempo.

The sound of their harsh breathing and moans of pleasure filled the room. Sweat gathered on their bodies as Rebecca continued to ride Colin. Colin felt the pressure grow in his balls, felt them tighten and knew he was getting close to exploding. Not wanting to have this time with Rebecca end just yet, he increased his grip on her hips to slow her down and finally stop.

He kissed her deeply, tongues twining and exploring each other’s mouths as he held her impaled on his thick, hard dick. While they kissed Rebecca continued to work her inner muscles around him, squeezing and releasing. Colin couldn’t resist that and started ramming into her hard, much harder and faster than she had been riding him.

Rebecca gripped his shoulders for balance and held on tight. Colin’s cock pistoning into her pussy had her moaning nonstop until finally she screamed out her release. Her channel spasmed around Colin, milking him as her orgasm took over and her body shook with the strength of her release.

Colin managed to stroke into her a few more times before it was too much and he exploded inside her, his balls draining out into the condom. His strokes slowed down until they were both still, her forehead resting against his, her arms around his neck and his arms around her waist as they tried to catch their breath. They smiled at each other and he kissed her slowly, leisurely while his hands ran up and down her back.

After a few moments they separated, and Colin went off to dispose of the condom. When he came back, Rebecca was lying on the sofa, still naked. She smiled at him and asked “Out of curiosity, just how many condoms did you have ready with you tonight?”

Colin picked up his pants and withdrew another 3 wrappers, smiling smugly. Rebecca’s eyes widened in surprise and then her lips curved in a knowing smile. Neither of them got much sleep that night, though both were grateful that a second chance had saved a night that could have ended in disaster.

 copyright JDY 2016

A Night Out

A friend of mine wrote this story and I think it's great. If  hope you enjoy it as much as I did! If you like it you can find more of his work on his blog at scottishlegendwordpress.com

‘I can’t believe I'm doing this.’ I think to myself. ‘I haven’t been out for months, and honestly, I don’t want to go out tonight either.’
I look into the mirror and check the dress that I'm wearing a modest black dress showing off some slight cleavage but not a lot.
I stand there looking at myself, cursing Claire for making me go out tonight. My daughter is staying with my parents, this is the first night I'll have had on my own for months, and all I really want to do is have a hot bath, curl up on the couch and watch a film. But no Claire is making me go out to some club as if we are still nineteen.
I give out a sigh although I have to admit I look good tonight.
I head down the stairs and think about calling her to cancel when there is a knocking at the door.
“Damn.” I mutter under my breath “Too late.” I open the door, and it's Claire.
“Hi Alex, you ready to go?” Claire asks
“I thought that we were meeting at the club?”
“Yeah well I figured if I did that you would cancel on me, and I know that you can never say to no to me face to face,” Claire says with a grin. “You are coming out tonight, and you have no choice in the matter.”
“Right fine I'm coming I'm coming.” I sigh as I reach for my bag and jacket.
“You look great by the way Alex.”
“Thanks, so do you, Claire.”
“Oh, I know I look good you don’t have to tell me that. I know I look good.” Claire says with a wicked smile.
“So where are you dragging me tonight then,” I ask her
“Well, I thought we would start at the ‘Lost Light’ that new bar downtown and then go to The Warehouse for the rest of the night.”
I'm my head I let out a groan of frustration. I know exactly how this night is going to end with me in a taxi home alone while Claire is off hooking up with some drunken idiot. God this is going to be a long night.
I put on a strained grin, and say “Yay, this will be fun.”
It's getting dark by the time that we reach the bar, and it's absolutely crowded there is no chance of us getting a table.
We fight our way to the bar and try to order a couple of drinks “Claire this is ridiculous! This place is crowded. Why are we here? We are never going to get served here at this rate.” I complain to her.
She looks at me and winks “Leave that to me.” She leans forward over the bar over exposing her ample cleavage and eyes the bartender. He instantly comes over to her and takes her order as she flirts outrageously with him.
He returned with the drinks, and she grabs the front of his shirt and pulls I'm close to her and whispers something in his ear. I roll my eyes knowing exactly what she must be saying to him.
I take my drink and wander off to try and find a table.
The place is so crowded that every few steps someone bangs into me. I let out a groan of frustration. ‘Seriously, why the hell am I here?’ I think to myself. I look about and spot an empty table and make a break for it.
I reach the table just in time, there is a crowd of really slutty looking girls heading this way so I sit down and put my jacket over the set opposite so that they won't think that they can come and take my table.
They give me one of the dirtiest looks I've ever seen, but what do you expect from eighteen-year-old sluts.
I settle down sipping at my drink when Claire appears at the opposite side of the table.
“Well, that was interesting.” She says with a smile.
I look at her and notice that her dress and her hair “oh you have to be kidding me, Claire, you fucked the bartender?”
She looks at me with a mock horror on her face “Alex, how could you say such a thing to me? Of course, I did.” She says without a hint of shame. “He had a break.”
“Well, I hope it was worth it.” I say the anger really creeping into my voice. “you brought me out to have a night out, and you run off and fuck the first guy you see leaving me to fend for myself. Thanks a lot, Claire.”
“Oh come on Alex. It's not like I abandoned you for the full night I was only gone ten minutes.” She says frowning
“So it wasn’t even worth it then?” I say with a laugh creeping into my voice
“no not really, to be honest, he didn’t last long enough, and I got nothing out of it.”
“Well, that serves you right for dragging me out then running off with the first guy you see.”
She gives me a sheepish smile, and we spend the next couple of hours chatting as she tries to scope out her next conquest. I swear there are times I think that she is part rabbit
Eventually, she asks me “So you see anyone who you like the look of?”
I look at her confused “For what?” I ask
“What do you think Alex?” She shakes her head at me.
“Oh…Oh god no I couldn’t do that.”
“you are always the same.” She grumbles at me “you need to have some fun in your life. You can't just keep going on with just going to work those stupidly long hours and taking care of your daughter. Come on Alex live a little.”
“Claire it’s just not me. You know this. Can you please drop it and just have a few more drinks and then go dancing?”
“Sure, let's get another round in the head to The Warehouse.”
The warehouse is in a rundown part of town where all the clubs seem to be these days. It takes about half an hour to get into the club, and I'm freezing by then
We get the drinks in and start dancing with each other Claire is getting a little too close now that we are dancing, and I know she is doing it to attract the attention of the guys in the club with the hopes of getting someone to go home with, but that’s just not me.
The music is good, and we are having a good time I even work up the courage enough to start flirting with a couple of the guys there, but that’s about as far as I dare to go.
I checked the time and realised it's about 3 am, and I think about heading home. I look around for Claire, and I spot her walking out of the door with some guy “that bitch!” I swore to myself “She's done it again. Left me for some random guy.”
I grab my coat and head outside fuming with anger “How could I have been so stupid. She does this every damn time why did I think this time would be any different. I'm sick of this crap.”
Outside it's been raining, and I get soaked within minutes. There are no taxis about so I trudge on down the street the rain sapping my anger as I get soaked through to the skin.
I spot an all-night diner across the road and decide to head in there to warm up and wait for a taxi.
The restaurant is quiet at this time of night, and I squelch my way in and sit at a booth. The waitress comes over after a moment and looks at me, gives me a sad smile and asks what I would like.
“Coffee.” I manage to say through the cold shivering throughout my body.
“No problem, doll. I'll get that right away.” She says as she walks off.
I rest my head against the back of the seat I'm on and close my eyes for a moment reflecting on how much Claire has let me down tonight. First of all, she let forced me to come out when all I wanted to do was stay in curl up with a good book and a cup of tea. I've been working seventy hours a week, and all I wanted was a night at home by myself reading a good book.
It's not that I don’t love my daughter, because I do with all of my heart., but I could really use a night to myself every now and then.
I'm brought out of my thoughts by the waitress putting my coffee down in front of me. I open my eyes saying “Thank you.”
“No problem. You look like you have had a bad night, and I thought you could use some cheesecake so I brought you a slice of the raspberry. I hope you enjoy it.”
I look at her and smile “Marry me.” I say to her.
She just laughs at this “Sorry honey, but I'm already taken.” She says and walks off back to the counter.
I take a sip of my coffee and let the heat of it warm me. I look at the cheesecake and take a bite. It is, without a doubt, the best thing I have ever tasted.
I shut out the world and simply take pleasure in this sweet delight.
When I'm finished, I sit there and take the coffee in my hands and just try to suck in the heat through the cup.
I am completely lost in my own thoughts when I hear the door opening, and I look up and see a man walking in. I don’t pay any attention to him.
I reach for my bag and take out my glasses so that I can take out my contact lenses that are now starting to irritate my eyes. Taking them out turns the dinner turns into a blurry haze, and I hear a voice. “Alex? Is that you?”
Turning around a bit startled. “Who's there? Do I know you?” I ask as I fumble around the table for my glasses
“It's me, Sean.” He says. “I met you a few weeks ago down at the dog park. You were there with your daughter.”
“Oh right, Sean sorry.” I say embarrassed as I put my glasses on. “how have you been?”
“Yeah I've been alright. What you about you? You look like you have had a rough night. Is everything alright?”
I give a wry shrug,” Yeah it's not been the best of nights. I'm just getting ready to head home now that I have dried out slightly.”
He gives a slight smile “Would you mind if I join you for a coffee before you go?
I reach up and tuck a loose strand of hair behind my ear and say “Sure, Be my guest.”
“Thanks, I'll just go and get some coffee for us.” He says with a smile.
‘Oh god.’ I think to myself ‘what the hell was that? Why did I do that with my hair? It must have just been annoying me. Yeah, that’s it.’
He comes back over with two steaming cups of coffee as I come out of my thoughts. “So what brings you to a dinner at this time of night?” He asks me.
“Well it's been a long night, I was out with a friend and she ditched me twice for some guy.”
“Well that sucks, I’m sorry Alex.” He says
“Nah, it's ok. What about you? What are you doing here at this time of night?” I ask
“Well I was out for a drive, I needed to clear my head.”
“Is everything alright?”
“Don’t worry about me, I'm all right.” We sit there chatting for about half an hour about life in general, it feels like I've known him for years instead of just a few weeks. I ask him about his work and what he does, it's not very interesting, but he is so passionate about it I can't help but smile at him. I tell him about my job, and I tell him all about the project I'm working on, and he is so sweet about listening to my boring job.
I ask him about his dog, when we first met, I was out walking with my daughter, Sarah, and she absolutely fell in love with his Alsatian. Such a good natured dog it was like she was a big puppy.
Sarah has been bugging me ever since then to get her a dog, and I'm almost on the verge of giving into her.
Eventually, the conversation swings back round to the disaster that has been this evening, and he says, so tell me about this friend of yours, she sounds like a bitch.”
“She's, not that bad, but yeah she's a bitch,” I tell him the story of my night.
He is sympathetic and makes terrible jokes at which I laugh way too much ‘Dear God, what the hell am I doing?’ I think to myself ‘why am I flirting with him?’
“so that’s how I wound up here at this time of night.” I finish off my story. “so what about you, what brings you here?”
“Honestly, I was out for a drive because earlier today my girlfriend broke up with me.” He says not looking at me. “so I needed to get out of the house. I've been driving for the last three hours and came in here for some coffee.”
When he says this the bottom drops out of my stomach and starts filling up with butterflies, and I'm starting to feel something I haven't felt in a very long time.
“I'm so sorry Sean, that’s awful.” I reach out and take his hand, and it's as if there is an electric shock running through my entire body and I can feel a familiar warmth growing between my legs.
“It’s ok Alex, it's been a long time coming, we haven't been happy for a long time, and we hadn't had sex for at least a year.”
The burning within me intensifies, and he turns red with embarrassment. “I'm sorry I shouldn’t have told you that. That was inappropriate.”
“It’s ok, don’t worry. I know how you feel.” I cringe internally at that this but my mouth isn't listening to me and keeps on going without consulting my brain. “trust me you are a very good looking guy any sane woman would be all over you.”
Before he can respond, I excuse myself to the bathroom, and I run off.
I stand over the sink in the bathroom and look in the mirror “Where the hell did that come from?” I ask myself. “Get yourself together Alexandra, the poor guy has just been dumped, and you are flirting with him.”
I splash some cold water on my face trying to calm down, thinking I need to get out of here and head home so I can take care of myself.
I head back out to the table and see that he is getting ready to go, and I don’t know what came over me, but I went over and sat next to him instead of across from him and without saying a word I reach down and take his cock in my hand through his trousers.
He takes in a breath and is about to say something, but I don’t let him. I just clamp my lips on his kiss him hard as I start stroking his cock. It takes a moment before he kisses me back and starts to run his hand up my leg and under my skirt towards my wet pussy.
I break the kiss and whisper in his ear “you haven't had sex in over a year. Let's go change that right now.” And I take his hand and lead him to the door.
We get to the car, and he grabs me, spinning around to face him pinning me against the car and kisses me deeply as he runs his hands all over my body. I can feel my skin tingling wherever he touches me. He starts kissing my neck and collarbone I let out a groan of pleasure, he really knows what he's doing.
Through the moans, that I have no control over, I manage to say There are a hotel five minutes down the road from here, can you wait that long?”
He doesn't say anything just opens the car door and lets me in.

We make it to the hotel within three minutes and calmly go and check into a room. It feels like it is taking forever for the receptionist to process Sean’s details. “Just hurry up bitch,” I mutter under my breath. I can barely think straight I'm so horny now, and I haven’t felt this way for a long time.
Finally, after what seem like an eternity, Sean leaves the desk and comes over to me with the room key in hand.
“We got the last room, it’s a suite.” He says with a smile as we head over to the elevator and head up to the room.
As soon as the doors close, he pulls me close to him and kisses me hard pinning me against the wall. He starts running his hands up my body and und under my dress. I part my legs to allow him access to my pussy. He starts to run his fingers my clit through my soaked underwear, I start to quiver under his touch, my legs are shaking as he continues his assault on me.
It drives me wild with carnal desire and I have to have him.
I am just about to climax over the edge when the elevator dings and the doors begin to open. I let out a growl of frustration as I was so close.
Sean pulls away from me, taking my hand he pulls me towards the room. He opens the door, and I push him through kicking it shut behind me.
He stands in front of the bed facing me, and I pull the wet dress over my head and throw it across the room. I hear it hit the wall with a wet thud.
Standing before him in nothing but my underwear I start to walk towards him swaying my hips and thanking God I shaved my legs before I came out.
I reach for his shirt and rip it open, sending buttons flying around the room, exposing his chest. I lightly start kissing it as I push him down onto the bed.
“Alex I can believe this is happening,” Sean says.
“Shhh don’t talk. Just let this happen.” I say to him in a husky voice. I don’t know where this need for control has come from, but its intoxicating and I love every minute of it.
Pushing him back down on the bed, as he tries to sit up. I know he could easily overpower me, but right now I don’t care, right now I'm the one that’s in control
I straddle him and can feel his erection pressing into me as I grind against it through his trousers. I can feel him straining to push through and into me as he groans in pleasure as I reach up behind my back and unhook my bra, leaning forward and letting it slip from my shoulders and revealing my breast to him for the first time.
His eyes widen at the sight of my ample chest as he reaches up to take them in his hands. I let him do this as he takes my nipples in-between is fingers and gives them a light squeeze sending a shock of pleasure through my body, my back arches, and I let out a groan of pure lust. He takes one of his hands, trailing is fingers down my stomach towards my sodding panties.
He slides them aside and start to finger my swollen clit setting my nerve endings on fire in unbridled ecstasy.
I put my hands on his chest and dig my nails into his chest as he expertly manipulates my clit sending me over the edge into an all-consuming orgasm.
The force of it is so intense that my mind goes utterly blank, nothing matters right now other than this feeling. After a moment, it starts to subside, and I realise that I have been screaming the entire time.
Collapsing onto Sean's chest trying to catch my breath. “That was intense.” I say to him “I have never felt anything like that.”
He smiles at me “I'm just getting started.” As he says this he grabs my hips and starts rocking back and forth under me, grinding his swollen member against my hot wet pussy.
I stand up off him and pull my underwear off, throwing it away, and then reach down and pull his trousers and underwear off in one swift motion.
My eyes go wide as I see his hard cock spring out and stand at full attention, the swollen head already dripping with precum.
I take it in my hand and start to work the shaft in a slow and steady rhythm as I take the head I'm my mouth and start to swirl my tongue around its head. I slowly start to work my way down the shaft taking more and more of his cock into my throat.
I keep up running my tongue all over the shaft and head and then take more into my throat and swallow around him.
Sean lets out a groan of pure carnal pleasure and grips onto my hair and is guiding my head up and down. I keep swallowing around him and start to hum I'm my throat sending vibrations of pleasure through his cock. I can feel his grip tightening on my hair, and I know he is about to cum.
I start sucking harder and swallowing around him with greater intensity. He lets out a roar as he erupts in my mouth sending long hot streams of cum down my throat. I gag a little but swallow every last drop of it.
I lick his cock clean then slide my body up his rubbing across his chest and up until I'm facing him and start kissing with unbridled heat and passion.
He starts running his hands all over my body again as we kiss. I'm not done with him yet.
He wraps his arms around me flipping me over onto my back and starts to kiss his way down my body, running his tongue over every inch of me, teasing me, it's driving me insane with desire.
He gets down in between my legs and starts kissing my inner thigh. The slight stubble on his face is rough on my skin, but it feels so good while he is doing this he starts to tease the lips of my pussy with his fingers lightly grazing over my swollen clit sending electric shocks throughout my entire body. He sees just how responsive I am to his touch and inserts two fingers into me with no resistance and starts to pump them in and out of my dripping mound.
My breath begins to quicken as he expertly manipulates his fingers inside of me sending me into throws of ecstasy. He finds my g-spot and starts to massage it as he clamps his mouth over my clit and starts sucking on it and running his tongue over it in frantic but consistent strokes.
I grab onto the sheets of the bed, digging my fingers into it, as the orgasm builds up inside of me and the muscles of my pussy start to spasm wildly around his fingers. I let out another scream as the orgasm rolls through my entire body.
He doesn’t stop and just keeps on his assault in between my legs, and I can rapidly feel another orgasm building.
My body goes rigid as I arch my back up off of the bed as my entire body trembles once more in a third orgasm.
I can't feel anything but pure pleasure shooting through all of my nerve endings. As I t subsides I collapse on the bed, and Sean grabs me by the legs and flips me over to my stomach.
I have no energy to stop him for the moment as he reaches around my hips and lifts me up into position and comes up behind me, and I can feel the head of his rock solid member tracing the outer lips of my pussy. He leans forward, whispering in my ear “Are you ready?”
Without responding, I push back onto him forcing him to enter me. We both let out a gasp as he enters me. He feels so tight within me; he is filling my very core.
He starts to push his hips back and forth, and I take his full length into me from behind. He starts to thrust into me hard and every movement sends new waves of pleasure through my body.
“Oh god” is all I can say as he pushes in and out of me. It’s as if his cock were made for me only. I start to flex the muscles of my pussy around his cock with each movement and as he pushes forward I push back. The only sound in the room is our moans of passion and the slapping of our bodies as we go at it.
He leans forward and wraps his arms around my torso he starts cupping one of my breasts and rolling my nipple between his fingers roughly while his left hand he reaches down and starts fingering my clit again.
The sensation of this is enough to drive me over the edge, and I cum hard, orgasming and spasming around his cock.
He lets out a roar of pure satisfaction and increases the tempo of his movements. Ik didn’t think it was possible for him to get any better but he just keeps on going. My clit feels like it is about to explode with the pressure he is putting on it, and my orgasm doesn’t subside in fact it just gets more intense and starts rolling over into another wave of pleasure.
Through the mind-numbing euphoria, I feel I can feel and hear his breathing quickening and his body starts to tremble. He puts more pressure on my clit and pulls on my nipple squeezing it hard, and a final orgasm burns through my body, and he screams out my name as I feel him erupt into me sending stream after stream of his hot seed up into me.
We hold that position for a moment as both of our orgasms roll through us and the I collapse forward, letting his slick wet and deflating cock fall out from inside me.
I lay down on the bed covered in sweat and panting for breath as he collapses next to me on the bed.
I slid my body over to his and turn to face him. Kissing him a softly and gently on the mouth as we both struggle for breath.
Sean wraps his arms around me pulling me close and pulling the covers over us.
My mind is completely at peace, and I can't think of a single thing to say to him. There are no words to describe the pleasure he has just given me, I had no idea just how much I needed this release. I kiss him tenderly and smile at him. He kisses me back, and I drift off into a contented slumber.

I wake up the next morning having not moved an inch, and Sean is just laying there playing my hair “Good morning sleepy head.” He says to me.
“Good morning yourself,” I reply. There is a moment of awkward silence and say “So what are you doing next Friday night?”
He smiles at me and kisses me hard. No more words are needed….

©scottishlegend 2016

The truth in dreams?

Note: This is a little different from the other stories I've written. For one, it's much longer, and it's definitely based in fiction. I hope you enjoy it as much as the others.

 

I wake up groggy, like coming out of a fog. For a minute, I’m not sure who or where I am, as the dream is so vivid in my memory. I feel the ache in my heart as well as the ache in my body, both yearning for something not there. Damn alarm clock, it always interrupts my dream when it gets to the best part. I lay in bed reliving the dream, savoring it just a little longer. This time I’m in a field of white flowers under the shade of a single tree. I’m dressed in a long diaphanous lilac gown with long flowing sleeves and lace ties that resembles the attire worn to a Renaissance fair. My hair is much longer though, reaching down past my butt, but still the same shade of chestnut brown with red highlights that are only visible in the sun.

In my dream I’m sitting under the tree as if I’m waiting for someone. I feel the anticipation, excitement and fear mingling, wanting what’s supposed to be forbidden to me. Suddenly, he’s standing there, looking down on me with those luminous dark blue eyes framed by dark red lashes that are long enough to make women jealous. His eyes seem to look into my very soul. He kneels down next to me and I rise to my knees so we can embrace, kissing each other passionately, our tongues twinning and hands roaming over each other.

His kisses trail across my jaw and down my neck to the spot where it meets my shoulder. He know how sensitive I am there and uses it to his advantage, nipping, sucking and licking over and over while a low moan escapes my throat. While he grips my hair in one hand his other one is busy at the ties that hold the top of my dress together. Once he finally gets them open he lowers the neckline so that my breasts spill out. He catches one in his waiting hand and kisses lower, over the swell of my breast with hot, open mouthed kisses and licks of his tongue.

Letting go of my hair, he cups both breasts in his hand as buries his face in my cleavage, turning his head from side to side so he can kiss both of them while his thumbs graze over my nipples. My nipples harden instantly, becoming diamond hard peaks that are eagerly waiting his hot mouth. Finally he kisses his way to one nipple and licks over it with the flat of his tongue, causing me to cry out and hold his head to my breast firmly, silently begging him to suck me.

His mouth closes over my nipple and he starts sucking strongly, scraping his teeth over it to give the pleasure that small sting of pain. He then moves over to my other breast and does the same. I can’t hold back my cries of pleasure as his mouth works its magic on my breasts. Keeping one hand in his hair I use the other to loosen the ties at his waist and slip my hand in to stroke his hard cock. I can feel the heat burning into my palm and the ridges caused by the veins running just under the skin.

Without letting go of my breast he uses one hand to lower his pants while I rub my hand over his cock. I rub my thumb over the head, spreading the pre cum welling up over the smooth skin. Switching to my other breast he lifts my skirt up out of the way and puts his hand over my pussy. His fingers slide easily along my slit, the moisture gathering there becoming the perfect lubrication he needs.

His mouth leaves my breasts and seeks out mine as he slips two fingers inside me. I moan low in my throat again and squeeze my inner muscles around his fingers, all the while I’m stroking his cock with a steady rhythm, my fist holding him tight even though my fingers don’t make it all the way around his girth. Still kissing, tongues exploring our mouths, his tongue stroking in and out of my mouth in imitation of what his cock will do to me in just moments, he lowers me to the ground and moves between my legs. I can feel the broad head of his cock slide up and down my slit, being coated by my juices. He positions himself to push into my warm, wet pussy and… my damn alarm clock goes off, bringing me crashing back to reality.

That really pisses me off and leaves me sexually frustrated. Why can’t I ever finish my dream? It’s been six months of continual sexual frustration each time I wake up. By now I’m more resigned than anything, I guess. I don’t understand why I keep having these dreams, or why I wake up before they end, but I keep having them every night.

I lay on my bed reliving my dream, horny and unsatisfied but without time to do anything about it. I sigh heavily, resigned to having to wait for later because for now I have to get up and face the responsibilities of basically being the single provider for my 11 year old daughter. It’s not how I envisioned my life 10 years ago, but we all have to deal with the consequences of our decisions. I wouldn’t change having my daughter though. She’s the light of my life, even if she’s starting to come into the transition between sweet little girl and smart-alec adolescent.

I go through the daily routine of breakfast and rushing to get to school and work on time. Thankfully though I’m a single mom I can’t say that I’m struggling to get by. I’m a veterinarian with a small but successful practice, and though I don’t earn tons of money there’s enough for a good house and a nice car and vacations once or twice a year.

After dropping my daughter off at school I head over to the small building where I have my clinic. There are three vets, including myself, and another 4 staff members working at the clinic. I don’t have any early morning appointments but I have a couple of patients I need to check up on. After making sure that they’re alright and taking care of a few more things I sit down with my best friend over a cup of coffee.

“You look like hell Jen” Paul says to me, looking at the dark circles under my eyes.

 “Oh shut up Paul” I reply. We’ve been friends since vet school, though about eight or nine months ago we became friends with bennies. So far it’s been a good arrangement. “I’m still having that stupid dream,” I tell him

“Well you know I’m more than happy to help you out if you’re left hanging,” he says, wiggling his eyebrows lewdly at me.

“You goof,” I say, hiding my smile behind my coffee cup. I wink at him and say “I’ll have to take you up on that offer, you know.”

“Any time babe,” he says as he picks up his cup and rinses it out in the sink. “Let’s see about tonight, but right now I’ve got an appointment to attend to.”

“OK, go. I’ll catch you later.” I reply, still finishing my coffee. My mind keeps going back to my dreams as I’m left alone with my thoughts. I keep wondering why I always see the same guy though in many different times and places. I don’t have any answers, and truthfully I have no idea where I could find any. “It’s the stress Jen” I say to myself under my breath, but I don’t really believe it. Sure, my life isn’t perfect but honestly I’m content with what I have. “Oh well, it’s time to think about real stuff.”

I finish my lukewarm coffee in one gulp and rinse out my cup in the sink as well. I check my watch and see that it’s a few minutes before my first scheduled appointment. Hopefully Mrs. Tilden will be on time with her German shepherd, Molly. Molly is a really sweet dog, and has never given me much trouble, even when it comes to shots. Not like the holy terror that is Mr. Martinez’s cocker spaniel, Lizzie who’s appointment is for later that day.

The morning goes by, filled with routine visits. Though we do attend emergencies, it’s very seldom that they come our way. At lunch I go pick my daughter up from school and take her to my mom’s house where we eat and then she stays with my mom until I finish the day at the clinic. As I get back to work I check to see how many more appointments I have when I notice an unfamiliar name as my last appointment of the day: Chris Daniels. He’s scheduled to bring in a chocolate lab. I’ve always loved those dogs and I’m eager to see this one.

The afternoon flies by, and soon enough I’m walking into the room to meet Chris Daniels and his dog. “Hi Mr. Daniels, my name is Jen Walker” I say as I walk into the room. His back is turned towards the door. He turns around at the sound of my voice and I stop dead in my tracks.

“YOU!” I say under my breath, feeling like a deer caught in headlights. I can’t believe it! Here, standing in my clinic, is the man I’ve been dreaming about for the last six months. Those dark sapphire eyes look at me, and again I have the feeling he’s looking straight into my soul.

 “Nice to meet you, Dr. Walker. My name is Chris. I just recently moved here. This is Gunner.” Chris extends his hand for a handshake and as soon as his warm hand envelops mine a thousand images flash in my brain. I see Chris and me as lovers in different times and places over the world.

I shake my head, trying to clear it. “Wait, have we met before?” I ask, still not sure what’s happening. I take a step back, confused by the images running through my mind. To cover up my reaction I kneel down and turn my attention to Gunner so we can start getting acquainted.

“Not that I know of. I used to live in Oregon before moving here,” he replies. Out of the corner of my eye I can see Chris’s hand clenched around the leash. Huh. Good to know I’m not the only one affected here.

Somehow we get through the rest of the appointment. They leave after a routine examination and I collapse into the chair, emotionally exhausted and at the same time incredibly horny. I don’t understand why, but this on top of the dream I woke up to has me looking for Paul and hoping he’s not busy.

I find Paul in his office, going over some files on his computer. Without a word I close the door and lock it, then go around closing the blinds on the windows. By now Paul is leaning back in his chair watching me. I saunter closer to his desk and jump up to sit on it. I look him straight in the eye and take off my shirt, leaving me only in my bra and jeans.

“I’ll take that as you accept my offer then, love,” Paul says lazily, cocking an eyebrow at me and sitting with one arm hooked behind the back of his chair.

“Paul, shut up,” I say as I lean in to kiss him, pulling him closer to the desk. Paul’s hands move to my waist and run up my back to unhook my bra. He pulls down the straps and I grab the cups to let it fall to the floor. His mouth moves along my jaw and down my neck, kissing, nibbling and licking a trail further down my body until he reaches one of my nipples. I push my fingers into his hair as his mouth latches on to it and starts sucking, flicking my nipple with his tongue. I moan and pull his head closer towards me, stuffing my breast into his mouth. His hands move to the waistband of my jeans and he quickly opens them. I stand up so that he can push both my jeans and my panties down my hips and then step out of them, kicking my clothes under the desk to move them out of the way.

I stand in front of Paul completely naked while he’s still fully dressed. Paul grabs my waist and helps me jump back up on his desk, my ass on the edge, and pulls the chair close again. I lean back on my elbows and place my feet on the armrests of his chair, letting my legs fall open so he can see the moisture that’s glistening on my shaved pussy lips. Paul kisses his way up one leg, starting at my knee and ending just shy of my pussy. Then he does the same up the other leg, teasing me with his breath over my clit.

“Paul…” I moan, pleading in my voice, desperate for him to give me what I want as I observe him between my legs.

“Yes love? Is there something you need?” He asks, his mouth hovering just over where I need it most.

“Please…” I manage to get out as my head falls back and my chest arches up, my pussy quivering and needy under his mouth, so close yet not close enough.

“Since you ask so nicely,” he says “I’ll be happy to oblige.” The breath explodes from my chest as his tongue finally makes contact with my pussy, a long, hot, continuous lick from bottom to top. I fall back flat on the desk, moaning as my head hangs over the edge. I pull his head closer to me, my hips arching up into his mouth. He continues to lick up and down my pussy, kissing and sucking along my lips before moving his tongue to lick and flick over my clit.

One of my hands moves up to cup and knead my boob, pinching and rolling my nipple, tugging at it as Paul’s tongue moves lower again and licks around my opening before pushing inside me. I cry out as he pushes his tongue as far into me as he can, then licks back up to my clit and down again. My legs start to shake slightly as my orgasm builds, the tension in my body quickly reaching the breaking point.

Paul concentrates his mouth on my clit and pushes first two fingers into me and then three, sliding them in and out wetly, my juices coating them and spilling into his palm. A few more strokes of his fingers combined with his mouth sucking and licking my clit and I explode, my pussy rhythmically contracting around his fingers, squeezing them tightly. He keeps his tongue pressed to my clit, feeling the waves of my orgasm pulse through it.

I lay there limply, struggling to catch my breath as Paul lifts his head from between my legs, his face covered in my juices. “Feel better now?” he asks with a wicked gleam in his eye.

“Mmmhmmm” I manage to mumble, still coming down from my orgasmic high. I begin to notice how uncomfortable I am on top of the desk and struggle to sit up. Paul helps me out, but instead of standing up I sink to my knees and start undoing his zipper. “My turn to do the honors,” I say, eyeing the considerable bulge under his pants. My fingers brush against his cock as I peel open his jeans and lower them along with his boxer briefs.  It springs out, long and thick, throbbing and engorged, the veins running up and down along the shaft standing out.

I take it in one hand and lick over the slit, catching the small drop of pre cum that’s gathered there with my tongue. I lick all around the head and suck it into my mouth, lightly scraping my teeth on the underside, just where the head meets the shaft. One of Paul’s hands grabs my hair and lightly pushes me to take him further into my mouth. I decide to pay back his teasing and let go of his cock, lifting it up so that I can kiss and lick his balls. I suck them into my mouth, letting them roll along my tongue. Then I lick up and down his shaft, getting it wet with my saliva until I finally move back to the tip and let it slip into my mouth.

My lips move all the way down along his shaft until the head bumps against the back of my throat. I swallow around it, taking it deeper before I pull back and breathe deeply. Again I slide my lips along his cock, taking it as far into my mouth as I can before pulling back. I wrap my fingers around his cock and together with my mouth move them up and down along his shaft, building a good rhythm.

Paul’s hands cup my face and I look up at him. In his eyes I see what he wants and let go of my hold on his cock. I stop moving and as he holds my head in place he starts fucking my mouth, his hips pistoning his cock in and out as I suck on him strongly, my tongue rubbing along his shaft. It doesn’t take long before I can feel it swell even more in my mouth which is the only warning I get before his cum starts spurting out. Jet after jet fills my mouth and I struggle to swallow it all. Finally he pulls from my mouth and I lick my lips.

Paul helps me to get up and after I get dressed and he fixes his clothes we kiss and say our good nights. Both of us leave the clinic and head our separate ways, me to pick my daughter up from my mom’s house and Paul probably to go watch a game down at the sports bar with some friends.

That night I dream of Chris again, now being able to give a name to my dream lover. Tonight however, it’s a little different. We finally finish making love, and as my body is lying there in the afterglow of great sex we’re ambushed by a group of about twenty men who attempt to kidnap me. From there the dream turns to a nightmare as I see my lover slaughtered before my eyes while trying to defend me, though not before killing more than half of the group in our defense. I wake up screaming, drenched in a cold sweat, the blissful post-climax feeling long since disappeared.

Truthfully I think I would have preferred another six months of not having the dream end now that I know what happens. I try to go back to sleep but can’t manage it, so even though it’s Saturday I get up early and shower before getting dressed and heading down to the kitchen for breakfast. It’s not even 7:30 and my daughter won’t be up for a while, so I decide to make pancakes from scratch. I’m not much of a cook, but I learned this from my grandma and the recipe has stuck with me. Plus, my daughter loves them.

My mom makes it over so she can keep an eye on my daughter and I head out to the clinic. Technically we only open half a day, but since we do attend emergencies the three vets take turns being on call, one week on and two off. This weekend I’m not on call, so after I finish up with my appointments and a couple of walk-ins I head out.

I decide to stop by the supermarket. I head out of the clinic parking lot and towards the supermarket when the steering wheel starts pulling to the right. I turn on the emergency lights and manage to pull the car over without incident. The street I’m on isn’t too busy so I’m not too worried about backing up traffic. I get out and check the tires, and sure enough one of them has gone completely flat. Thankfully it didn’t blow out.

Resigned to having to change the tire by myself, I open the trunk and start getting the things I need out. As I’m positioning the jack under the car I see a blue pick-up park behind me.

“Need some help?” a voice above me asks. Just listening to it sends shivers up and down my spine and starts the butterflies in my stomach. I get up and dust my hands off and look into Chris’s deep blue eyes.

“Can you change a flat?” I ask, wondering if he can feel how nervous I am. Maybe he’ll just chalk it up to having to deal with changing the tire.

“Yeah, I think I can manage that,” Chris replies with a half grin that just makes me want to kiss him senseless.

“Then be my guest,” I say, gesturing for him to take over.

Chris quickly and efficiently changes the tire as I text my mom to let her know what happened and that I’ll be late. He then offers to follow me to the tire shop so that I can get it fixed. After my tire is repaired and back on the car he heads out to his truck to continue on his way. I walk out and make rolling motions with my hands so that he can roll down the window.

“Thanks so much for helping me out,” I say. “Can I at least buy you a cup of coffee in return?”

“Coffee would be great” Chris replies, though by how he looks at me maybe he was thinking about a little more than just coffee with me.  Then again, I may be imagining things, influenced by those thrice-damned dreams I’ve been having for months.

“Perfect! Just follow me and I’ll take you to the best coffee shop in town. And none of that commercial Starbucks crap either.” I say before heading off to my car. We drive to a corner café simply named Antigua, after the delicious coffee they import from Guatemala. We place our order and I have to insist on paying, as Chris wanted to pay for everything. “Hey, I’m buying, remember. Or else I’ll owe you two favors,” I say, laughter in my voice.

“Okay, I give in,” says Chris, laughing as well as he sees how determined I am.

We go sit down and wait for the server to come out with our order and begin to talk, getting to know each other. As we talk my eyes drink him in, and I still feel that inexplicable connection to him. What was supposed to be just a cup of coffee turns into hours of conversation which fly by as if they were minutes. My phone starts ringing and when I pick up I realize how late it is.

“Oh my God, I had no idea of the time! I’m so sorry Mom, I didn’t mean to worry you. Yes, I’m fine, just lost track of how late it is. Alright, yeah, I’m on my way home right now. Ok, give her a kiss from me and tell her I’ll be there in a few minutes.” I hang up and ruefully look at Chris. “I’m so sorry, I have to go. My mom is babysitting my daughter, but I should have been home ages ago.”

“No problem” says Chris. “I should be heading home myself. I had a really good time with you this afternoon. How about we continue the conversation over dinner some day? I’m a pretty decent cook, and I’d like to make something for you.”

“That sounds wonderful. Let me give you my number so we can talk later and agree on what day. Just let me know in advance so I can arrange a babysitter for my daughter,” I reply, standing up and gathering my purse and phone.

“Sure, no problem. What’s your number so I can save it?” Chris asks with his phone out, ready to punch in the numbers. I give him my phone number and he immediately calls me. “That way you have my number as well, just in case.”

“Perfect! We’ll talk later. Can’t wait to see what you can cook,” I say with a wink as I turn around and head out the door.

 

Later that night after my daughter has gone to bed I get a text. Expecting it to be work related though I’m not on call this weekend I put down the book I was reading and pick up the phone. Much to my surprise it wasn’t from work but from Chris.

Are you still awake?

Yeah I am. I write back.

Can I ask you a question?

I smile and type: You already did. Twice. Lol.

Lol, I guess I did is the reply I receive a few minutes later.

What do you want to know? I write and send to him.

After a long wait I finally get a reply: I’m not sure how to say this. I may be imagining things; in which case please forget we had this conversation.

Ok, now that caught my attention. I wait for him to continue as I can see he’s still typing.

By any chance have you been having weird dreams lately?

My breath seizes in my throat. Hell yeah I’ve been having weird dreams lately. How could he know about them?

Cautiously I answer: Why do you ask?

Never mind, I guess that’s a no is his answer. Oh no, he’s not getting out of it this easy. Now I need to know what he’s referring to, and if it could be possible that he knows about my dreams.

Can you call me?

Nervously I wait for what seems like an eternity for his answer when my phone starts to ring. I pick up and hear his voice on the other end of the line saying hi.

“Hi. I never said no. But I need to know what kind of dream you’re talking about.”

“Before I answer that, can you tell me one more thing? By any chance did you feel that you’d seen me before when we first met?” Chris asks me.

“Oh boy, you’re going to think I’m nuts, but here goes.” Time to jump off the deep end and into the twilight zone Jen, I think to myself, taking a deep breath before I continue. “Truthfully yes, I had seen you before. I’ve been dreaming about you for the past six months.” My confession is greeted by silence. “Just great” I moan, dropping my head against my palm. “Now you probably do think I’m crazy.”

“No, no, no,” Chris answers. “You just shocked me, because I’ve been dreaming about you too. I felt like I’d been hit by a two-by-four the day I first saw you in the clinic.”

“Well you hid it pretty nicely” I say somewhat sourly. “I was practically reduced to a blubbering idiot for a few minutes.”

Chris laughs and says “I truthfully didn’t notice. I was too busy trying to keep my jaw from dropping to the floor.”

We keep talking and find out that we’ve been having the same dreams for about the same time, and that the dream changed the day after we met. It’s just too surreal for me to wrap my head around. This kind of thing doesn’t happen in normal, every-day life.

I’m not quite sure when or who started, but the conversation became a little heated after that. Ok, a lot heated to be honest, and we ended up having phone sex. After we hung up I was practically asleep, though I still wondered what would happen to my (our?) dream that night.

That night instead of the meadow and tree with the medieval garb this time it we were in a saloon in the old west. From our clothes it looked like I was one of the saloon girls and Chris a cowboy passing through town. After the show where I danced for the patrons Chris took me upstairs to a private room. After undressing each other Chris lay on the bed, his cock hard, straining from his body. I crawl up his body, kissing and licking my way from his feet to his legs, abs, chest and arms before kissing him deeply. His hands roam all over my body, from tits to back and down to cup my ass, kneading and squeezing it in his hard, rough hands. I rub my pussy over his cock, letting my wetness coat him before using my hand to guide him to my opening.

Slowly I push down and feel him penetrating me, so thick and hot and hard, like an iron spike stretching and filling my pussy. I sit up to have more control, working up and down to take in a little more of him each time. Finally Chris has enough of my teasing and grabs my hips as his surge up, impaling me on his cock with one stroke. I cry out in pleasure, my pussy stuffed with his dick and my inner muscles rippling around him.

I start riding his cock, pulling up off of him until just the tip is inside me and then slamming back down to the root. Chris sits up and bites one of my nipples, causing me to tighten my pussy around his dick as we continue to fuck. It doesn’t take very long for both of us to go over the edge, his cum exploding into me as my pussy contracts and spasms around him, milking his cock.

We collapse on the bed, breathing hard, his dick still inside me when suddenly the bedroom door opens up and a man enters the room, gun in hand. Before either one of us has a chance to react I see him lift up the gun to point it at us. What should have been the sound of the shot turns into the sound of my phone ringing, waking me up.

 The next couple of weeks went by quickly. My routine was the same, but now I had a little extra spice because Chris and I texted or spoke on the phone almost every day. The dreams kept coming, though they always ended with us being separated for one reason or another.

Finally we agreed that we’d meet at his house for dinner on Friday night. My daughter would be sleeping over at a friend’s house that night, so I didn’t have to worry about hiring a babysitter or having a limit on how late I could stay out. I was very much looking forward to dinner because all things pointed to our taking the next step and turning our sexting and phone sex sessions into the real deal.

I was kind of nervous about this, though while I’m not really superstitious, having dreamt so long of some kind of disaster happening to one or both of us after having sex certainly gives reason to pause. My grandma used to say that if a person didn’t believe in the supernatural that they shouldn’t stop believing in it as well, if that makes sense.  There are definitely a lot of things that have no explanation in the world, and these dreams definitely fall into that category.

 

It’s Friday night. I drive over to Chris’s place, a modest 1 story house in a nicer neighborhood on the outskirts of town.  I see his pick-up parked in the driveway and can hear Gunner barking up a racket inside. I step out of my car and smooth down my dress. I usually don’t wear dresses, but this is a special occasion. My heels click on the concrete of the drive and the walk up to the front door. Underneath I’m wearing my purple lace lingerie, complete with garter belt and thigh-high stockings.

I ring the doorbell, holding a bottle of wine in my hand and with butterflies dancing in my stomach.  Chris doesn’t take long to open the door. His large frame takes up all the space, his blue eyes smoldering as he takes in the deep V of my dress and the way it drapes over my hips and lands just above my knees. He looks handsome as hell in a close fitting long-sleeved shirt and jeans.

“Hi Chris” I say, smiling and holding up the bottle of wine.

“Hey yourself. Come on in.” he says as he takes the wine out of my hands and places it on a table near the door. He holds his hand out for me to take, which I do, and then slowly spins me around making the skirt of my dress flare out a bit. “Very nice. I hope you’re hungry, ‘cause dinner is ready and waiting.”

Without letting go of my hand he leads me, not to the dining room as I’d expected, but to the kitchen, where a table is set for two. We sit down to eat a delicious chicken marsala accompanied by a fresh garden salad and wine. I usually don’t drink wine, so after the second cup I decided I’d had enough. I didn’t want to dull my senses, especially with the sexual tension that was palpable between us. That was something I fully intended to enjoy.

After dinner we moved to the living room, and although it was obvious to both of us that we were expecting more than just conversation it was hard for either one of us to make the first move. For the while we kept the conversation light, laughing and having a good time. A casual touch on the arm or leg, a lingering look or slight innuendo kept things interesting. At some point in the evening Chris’s phone started to ring. Excusing himself, he got up to answer it in the study. I got up and stood in front of the windows, looking out towards sky over the back yard.

I stood there letting my mind wander as I waited for Chris to finish with his phone call. Lost in thought Chris surprised me as he hugged me from behind, his strong arms wrapping around my waist and pulling me against him.  I could feel his heat and strength radiating along my back and hummed in pleasure at having his body so close to me, his presence familiar but not familiar at the same time. I lay my hands on top of his arm and let my head fall to the side. Chris took the invitation and started kissing my neck, his arms pulling me closer so that I could feel his erection pressing into my butt.

 I grind back against him, reveling in the feeling of having this handsome, virile man want me. One of his hands moves to my leg and starts pulling up my skirt until he can feel the stocking I’m wearing, and then slides up my leg, pausing as he feels the garter belt. He abruptly lets go and turns me around, which startles me, and then begins to kiss me passionately. I return the kiss enthusiastically, my lips parting as his tongue moves in to my mouth, sweeping against mine. I wrap my arms around his neck and suddenly he’s caught me up in his arms and is carrying me to the bedroom.

I’ve never had a man carry me anywhere before, but if I thought my libido was in high gear before, it didn’t compare at all to what I was feeling now. We made it into his bedroom, and thankfully he set me down on the bed, because I don’t know if I could have stood up at that point.

The room was dark so Chris turned on the lamp on the bedside table, bathing the room in a warm glow. It was a big room, with a four-poster king-sized bed (no surprise there, I doubt he would have fit in a smaller bed), TV mounted on the wall over a dresser, two night tables and two doors other than the one we had just walked through. I guess one leads to the bathroom and the other to a closet.  I picked all this up fleetingly, as my attention was on the man currently walking back towards me, pinning me with his gaze like a predator after prey.

He stopped and stood about half-way between the bed and the door. “Stand up Jen. I want to look at you” Chris said gruffly, his voice even deeper than usual. I silently obeyed him, one hand on the post of the bed nearest me to help me keep my balance. “Take off your dress,” he continued, “and then walk towards me, please”. That please was an afterthought, him being polite. There was no mistake that his words were a command, not a request.

I slowly gathered the dress’s fabric in my hands, lifting the hem up and revealing my stocking-clad legs in the process. I watched Chris as I did this, his eyes blazing with passion, the bulge in his pants unmistakable.  A small smile played around my lips as I saw the pulse jump in his throat and the clench of his jaw as the top of my stockings and then sheer lace panties and garter belt came into view. Slowly I drew the dress higher, revealing more of my body as I continued to watch him watch me. Unfortunately I couldn’t see him as I lifted the dress up completely and took it off, but looking at him as I sauntered towards him was a reward in itself.

“Beautiful” was the only thing he said as I stopped in front of him, waiting for his next instruction. When had I decided that I would do everything and anything he asked? I’m not sure, but as I stood there I knew that it was exactly what I was going to do. Chris took one arm and lifted it to spin me around slowly, a low growl the only sound in the room.

I don’t know what I was expecting, but Chris sinking to his knees in front of me was not it. His hands clasped around my hips and pulled me towards him, his face pressed against my lower stomach. I could feel him trembling slightly as he held me for a couple of seconds before starting to trace the edge of the garter belt with small kisses as his hands worked to release the stockings from its clasp.

Chris shifted a little so that he could kiss down my leg as he removed one stocking, and then did the same with the other leg. He then removed the garter belt and left me standing only in my bra and panties, which by now were completely soaked through.

I’m pretty sure he could tell how turned on I am as he inhaled deeply, his face so close to my pussy. He then stood up and said “help me undress”. I sure didn’t need to be told that twice and eagerly started pulling the shirt for the waistband of his jeans. I pushed the shirt up over his stomach and chest before he finished pulling it off, revealing a body that showed muscles gained from work and not the gym. I couldn’t help myself and started running my hands over as much skin as I could, leaning in and tracing the indentations between his muscles with my tongue.

Chris pushes his fingers into my hair, holding on to my head and pushes me down to my knees. My hands immediately go to his belt and I start to unbuckle it. I undo his jeans and pull them down, leaving him only in black boxer briefs. My hands run back up his legs and I hook my fingers into the waistband of his underwear. I start to pull his briefs down, taking care not to get them caught on his cock.  It emerges into view, long and thick, the head soft and shiny over the hard shaft. My mouth immediately starts to water in anticipation.

I lift my hand to wrap my thumb and forefinger around the base of Chris’s cock, cupping his balls with the other hand. My tongue flicks out and licks around the head of his cock. Chris wraps his hand with my hair, and pushes me closer. I readily open my mouth as he flexes his hips and pushes his cock into me, sliding past my lips and along my tongue.

The heat and hardness of his cock fills my mouth. I moan, loving the taste and texture, how it feels as he slides in and out of my mouth, his hand on my head controlling  my movements. Short fast strokes are mixed in with slow, deep strokes that bring the head of his cock to bump against the back of my throat. Chris lets go of my hair and I take him deep, swallowing around the head and working my throat muscles around his cock. I hear him groan deeply as I manage to swallow him enough so that I can press my nose against his crotch. I stay there for a few seconds and then pull back slowly.

I do the same thing again, then once more before Chris grabs my head with both hands. “Put your hands behind your back and don’t move them” he says to me. I barely have time to obey when he starts fucking my mouth, his hard cock pistoning in and out of my mouth.  My tongue is busy trying to rub over his length as he slides in and out in a hard, fast rhythm, and though I keep my lips pursed around him my saliva builds up and escapes my mouth, flowing down his shaft to cover his balls.

Just when I think he’s going to cum he pulls back. I look up at him, confused, wondering if I did something wrong. The lust blazing in his eyes tells me that I didn’t, and it’s all the warning I have before he lifts me up and starts kissing me even more passionately than before. We continue to kiss deeply, our hands roaming over each other’s bodies as he pushes me back towards the bed.

My knees hit the edge of the bed and I fall backward. Chris immediately kneels down in front of me and pushes my knees apart. I lift up on my elbows so I can look at him. He looks back, straight into my eyes as he starts kissing his way from my knee to my thigh, pausing over my pussy to inhale deeply and then kiss down the other leg. He moves back to my groin, his mouth hovering over my clit. I can feel his breath on me and it’s driving me insane that he’s so close but won’t touch me yet.

“Put your hands over your head and keep them there” he instructs me. I fall back on the bed and stretch my hands out up over my head and am rewarded by his tongue finally coming into contact with my aching pussy. My breath rushes out of my body as he gives my pussy a long, slow lick from bottom to top, flicking my clit with the tip of his tongue as he finishes. My legs tremble around his shoulders as he settles in to lick and suck me, driving me wild. I want to touch him so bad, it’s a struggle to keep my hands above my head but somehow I manage it.

I moan loudly as his mouth fastens on my clit and my hips grind upwards against his mouth. I feel him pushing two fingers into me and my greedy pussy clamps down around them. Between his fingers and his mouth he pushes me into an explosive orgasm that rolls through my entire body. I scream his name as it hits, my pussy spasming around his fingers and my clit throbbing against his tongue. My back arches up as my body tenses and then I collapse on the bed, completely overwhelmed by the force of it.

Chris stands up and leans over me, kissing me deeply. I can taste myself on him and I love it. He pulls back and tells me to move to the center of the bed, face down, ass in the air. I position myself as instructed and I feel him moving behind me. Something soft and silky traces over my ass and down one leg. I then feel him wrapping it around my thigh, about three quarters of the way between my knee and my hip.

“Chris?” I ask breathlessly as he finishes tying the rope around my leg.

“Shh, don’t worry” he says. “If you don’t like it, just tell me to stop. I’ll let you go immediately.”

“Ok” I reply, giving in to the moment. How could he have known that this was one of my fantasies that I’d never been able to fulfill?

Chris reaches for one arm and then the other, placing them behind me with my hands at the small of my back wrapping the rope around my wrists and then tying the end around my other thigh. By the time he’s done my pussy is dripping and the combination of anxiety, arousal and excitement have my heart working double time.

I feel him move behind me when all of a sudden a loud smack reverberates through the room. “Fuck!” I exclaim, surprised at the impact of Chris’s hand on my ass. Smack! Again, this time on the other cheek but instead of an exclamation all I can do is moan. Two more, one on each side and then I feel his mouth, kissing and licking me, soothing the fire on my ass produced by the spanks he gave me.

All this has me wound up to the point of begging, my pussy dripping and clenching, needing to be filled. My nipples are diamond hard peaks digging into the bed. “Please…” I can barely say the word as my body is on fire and passion and desire have me in their grip. Finally, finally I feel Chris moving behind me and placing one of his hands on my hip.  With his other hand he guided the tip of his cock up and down my slit, teasing my clit and then pushing in slowly.

His cock penetrates me, filling me up almost beyond what I can bear. I’ve never been this stuffed before, and as he pulls out a little my greedy pussy clamps down hard around him, wanting more. Another thrust and he is able to push into me a little further, then back and forth again and again until he’s balls deep inside me.

“Chris,” I moan, pushing back against him, trying to create some friction, “please, please just fuck me already.”

Chris chuckles behind me and pulls out to the tip and then rams back into me. I cry out in pleasure as his big cock invades me.  “Like that?” he asks as he does it again and again.

“Yes…” I groan, my orgasm starting to build. “Faster, please.”

Chris picks up the pace, pounding into me. I can’t hold back the moans as his cock powers into my wet and swollen pussy over and over again. The hands tied behind my back clench and unclench in time with his thrusts. Chris places his hand in mine and squeezes it, his thumb rubbing tenderly over my hand as he continues to pound into me, his balls hitting my clit with each stroke.

It doesn’t take very long before my orgasm overwhelms me, my body tensing like a bow string. I scream out his name as my pussy contracts around his cock and my juices flood it. Chris doesn’t slow down even as my inner muscles do their best to grip him and keep him buried inside me, causing even more friction and heat.

Even as the pleasure from my first orgasm starts to fade Chris’s constant assault on my pussy fires me up again, building up the pressure inside me once more. This time when I cum Chris does at the same time, his semen jetting into my pussy in hot streams as his cock throbs inside me. Both of us groan deeply at our mutual release. Chris continues to stroke into me, slowly now, prolonging the moment for both of us.

Finally he stops moving and pulls out of me. I lay there, breathing hard as he unties me. As soon as I’m free I collapse on the bed, worn out, sweaty but completely sated. Chris lies down next to me, his breathing still ragged. He places his hand on my cheek and leans in to kiss me. The kiss is slow and tender, in contrast to the raging passion and lust that had overtaken us just moments before.

As the kiss ends he flips onto his back and I move in to lie on my side next to him, my head pillowed on his shoulder. I look up at him, a small smile playing around my lips. My fingers lightly trace over his chest and stomach all the while. He looks down and me, also smiling, as his hand rubs up and down my arm.

Without saying a word we just enjoy each other’s company and slowly doze off into sleep. Soon I’m lost to a deep sleep. I dream of Chris, waiting for me on a bench. There’s nothing around except a thick, white fog that makes it impossible to see anything else around us. I join him on the bench, where he takes his hand in mine.  He tells me an impossible story, how the two of us are lovers who have been cursed to meet and be separated by death. The dreams I’ve been having aren’t really dreams, but visions of our past encounters. Our souls look for each other, wanting to be together but never managing to survive past our first sexual encounter.

The dream slowly fades before I can ask anything as something disturbs my sleep. A coughing fit wracks through me, leaving me breathless. I wake up enough to see Chris passed out next to me on the bed. My blood freezes in my veins even as I register the heat and smell smoke. I get up and feel the door leading to the hall. It’s hot under my fingers, meaning that the fire has had time to grow and it would be dangerous to open the door.

I try to wake Chris up as I use the bedside phone to call 911. I can’t get him to respond, and I’m having trouble breathing. I crawl to the bathroom to soak a towel in water so I can put it along the bottom of the door in an attempt to buy us some time. The last thing I remember is trying to reach the window to open it up and use it as a way to escape.

I wake up slowly, not sure of where I am. All I can hear is beeping in the silence, a monitor of some sort. I open my eyes and try to focus but I’m still disoriented. A hand squeezes mine and a soft voice says hi. I look next to me and I see Chris there, smiling at me.

“What happened?” I ask, grateful that we’re both alive.

“Apparently a short circuit started the fire” Chris replies. “You saved us when you made the call to 911. They got there just in time and pulled us out.”

“Thank God” is all I can say, still stunned that we had come so close to death. Chris leans in and kisses me, slowly at first and then increasingly more passionate, causing the heart monitor to speed up and my body to come alive. A nurse walks in to check on me and we reluctantly part. After chuckling at us and warning Chris not to do that again, she goes to call the doctor so he can look me over and I get the ok to go home.

It’s been four years since that day. Chris and I got married a year ago. I haven’t had any more of the dreams that heralded his coming into my life. I don’t know if I believe in the dream I had the night of the fire, but I’m very glad that we’re alive and together. As I hope we will be for the rest of our lives.

 

Copyright JDY 2016