Dreams (L)

(L) – This story contains brief strong language. 

I fell asleep next to you in our bed after another exhausting day.  We were so tired, but your arm around me was comforting, reminding me that I was finally home with my love after a long day of work.

My foot found yours under the covers.

Your breath tickled my neck.

I drifted off to sleep . . .

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“Hey, can I buy you a drink?”

My blurry vision focuses.  I’m in a dimly-lit bar.  I look over and see you in your exact form, but my brain says you’re a stranger in this story.  It doesn’t recognize you as you, but a handsome stranger.

“Yeah, I don’t see why not!”

We talk for hours and have several drinks at the bar.  The place has a red carpet and red barstools, a single bartender operating the bar, and live music playing in the background.  But everything is focused on us as we talk the night away. 

I start to feel the effects of the alcohol, and know I should stop for the night. 

“Hey,” I begin, collecting myself. “Can I stay over at your place tonight?”

“Of course,” you say. “Here, let me help you out.”

I can’t believe my luck!

It’s raining as you walk me through the city streets outside, and the traffic lights gleam off the wet pavement.  You’re on the side closest to the road and holding my hand.  My heart beats loudly in my chest. 

I’m going home with a handsome stranger tonight, my thoughts buzz excitedly. 

We arrive at your building after running through the rain across an intersection.  We had tried to stay dry, but it was in vain.  We laugh at how soaking wet we are before taking an elevator to your apartment.  It is a nice building.

In your apartment, you remove my wet jacket and pour me another glass of wine.  We sit on your couch in a low-lit living room.  I look at your face and admire your stunning features; your chocolate-brown hair is damp from the rain, and your amber eyes gleam even in the dim lights.  I can’t believe my luck to be with such a handsome and charming man tonight.

Your laugh is infectious, and your warm personality invites me in.  It’s you, but you’re still a stranger in this scene. 

You make your move and close in for a kiss.  Your lips are soft and sweet.  You back away for a moment and I hesitate, then lean into you again, needing to taste your lips more deeply.  We kiss over and over.  I drown in your sweet honey-flavored lips between moments of hesitation and asking each other if we’re really doing this right now.  You kiss down my neck, which makes my face feel hot.

You raise your head and look into my eyes.  “May I undress you?”

My heart is pounding loudly in my chest as I look at you, in a fluster as I consider what the right thing would be to do.  I figure I should stop you from continuing . . . but I don’t.

With my heart racing faster now, I whisper, “Yes.”

Carefully you slide your hand underneath my blouse and pull it up over my head, revealing my lace bra.

“Wow . . . you’re stunning,” you breathe, giving me another soft kiss before gently caressing my arms, breasts, and stomach. 

Your hand reaches down further.  I can’t believe I’m allowing this to continue.  I just met you, after all.  Although in my waking life I was married to you, I wasn’t in this dream.

If this is bad, why does it feel so . . . familiar? I wonder.  Why does it feel so good?  And . . . why am I not stopping it?

My heartbeat echoes in my ears and time slows down as you reach into my pants.  Your fingers brush over my panties where a wet spot is forming—where a fire of desire has started consuming my inhibitions.  I moan softly as your touch stokes the flames into a raging blaze.

“I can’t take it!” I admit in between panting breaths.  “I need you.  Please . . .”  My hands tremble slightly as I touch your bare chest underneath your shirt.  Your skin is warm and your chest rises and falls with each breath.  I feel the firmness of your ab muscles underneath my fingers, and I’m awe-struck at the realization of my hands touching your body.

“It’s okay,” you reassure me.  “I’ll be gentle.  You can trust me.  I won’t hurt you. ”

I can feel the genuineness in your words and it immediately puts my spirit at ease.  “Help me undress all the way,” I say.  “I want to go further.  I don’t want to think about it, I just want you to touch me more.  Please.”

“As you wish,” you reply as you take your shirt off completely.  With your help I slip my pants down my legs.  You press your body gently on top of mine, fondling my breasts and kissing my lips in between quickening breaths, then reaching around my back and undoing my bra in one fluid motion.

You’re so close that I can feel the hardness underneath your pants pressing in between my thighs and onto the wet patch on my panties.  The feeling is driving me insane with animalistic desire.  I can’t stop my body from rocking back and forth on it, grinding it against my aching crotch.

My hands have a mind of their own, reaching inside the waistband of your pants and tugging downwards, desperate for them to come off.

You chuckle as you oblige and remove them.  “You’re very eager, aren’t you?” you tease.  You pull down your boxers to reveal your hard cock.  “Is there something you’d like from me? You can touch it if you want to.”  You guide my hand to it and I feel its hardness.  It’s rock-hard.  

You move closer to me again and slip your hand underneath my panties.  “I have to admit, it’s very hard to control myself around you,” you murmur as you slowly insert two fingers inside me with ease.  Gently you move them in and out of me.  A loud moan escapes me.

“That’s it.  Just relax.  I’ll take care of you.  You’re so wet.  I know what you want.  You don’t have to ask anymore.”  You trail kisses down my body, landing on my clit, which you slowly lick and kiss while continuing to thrust your fingers in and out of me at the same gentle yet firm pace.

“Yes!  Please!” I moan.

You respond by hooking your fingers into my G-spot and quickly stroking, rapidly bringing me closer to the edge of orgasm.

“Oh my gosh I’m gonna—”

“Cum for me,” you command.

“I—no!  I can’t!” I answer, embarrassed.

“It’s okay,” you say, slowing down for a minute and easing the pressure as my vagina pulses. 

I want to cum, but I’m scared of losing control. 

You look into my eyes.  “Don’t hold back.  Cum for me.  I’ve got you.  You can let go.  You can cum.  I want you to.” 

I look at your face and nod.  “Yes . . . okay.  Please make me cum.”

“Good girl,” you smile, slowly but surely increasing the pace again.  “You’re doing so good.  It’s okay.  Cum for me!”

The orgasm washes over me and my body shakes with pleasure.  I moan uncontrollably as you continue to praise me.

“Yes!  Good girl!  Let it all out.  Good girl!”  You continue to thrust your fingers inside me, drawing every bit of built-up pressure out of my body, until the contractions of my vagina settle.  

Tenderly you kiss my lips.  “I hope you’re ready for more.  That was just the start of my plans for you,” you say as you position your cock at my soaking-wet entrance.  “May I?”

The sound of my heartbeat returns in my ears and my face flushes with fresh color.  “Y-yes.  Please be careful,” I reply.

“Of course,” you promise, giving me a sweet kiss.  “I’m going to put it in now.”

“Yes!” I agree before you slide slowly into me.  We both moan softly as you stretch my inner walls.  It doesn’t hurt.  On the contrary, it feels unbelievably good.  The thought immediately enters my mind that I want to have another orgasm on your cock, but I don’t say this out loud.  You move in and out slowly.

“More, please,” I beg.

You look surprised.  “More?  You want me to go harder?”

I nod eagerly.  “Yes.  Yes please.  I need you deeper inside of me.  I need it harder.  I can’t wait anymore, I need you to take me now!  Please!”

“All right, you asked for it,” you answer with a growl.  “Just tell me if I need to slow down, but I won’t hold back if you let me.”

“Don’t hold back.  I need you.”

You pick up the pace, going harder and deeper, building up to an incredible force.  I feel you ram into me harder than ever before.  We’re two animals in heat, kissing with sloppy passion while fucking hard and loud.  The room is full of dirty primal sounds as I moan and your balls slap against me each time you thrust.

Then it happens.  I’m cumming again.  I grab onto your hair as I feel my grip on reality loosening.  That powerful pleasure washes over me.  Vaguely I sense the pulsing of your cock as you cum inside me, slowly thrusting out the last bit of your seed into me.

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“Honey, you’re moaning.”

I hear your voice from far away.  My eyes struggle to open, and through blurry vision I realize I’m lying in bed next to you. 

“I am?  Oh . . . I was dreaming of you.”

“It was a good dream, huh?” you ask knowingly.

”Yeah . . .” I snuggle in closer to your chest as I blush.  “I think I may have a little problem I need help with.”

You grin.  “You want to recreate your dream?”

“Yes please!”