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A complete work of fiction with no reality except the yearning for a time long past.

Greta was still wearing her full brief nylon panties as my hard cock bottomed out inside of her. I looked down at her as she looked into my eyes with a wanton look of lust and passion. I heard her moan softly and say, “Yes Larry, just like that, I want to cum on your cock.”

I needed no encouragement but her words brought me close to that point of no return. I had been sexually charged over Greta since we had met in the diner. For some unknown reason she seemed like someone I must have met years ago. But the 40 years difference in our age told me that was not possible. Yet the way she dressed and the way she reacted to me seemed like the early days of my budding sexuality.

Greta met each thrust of my cock with movement in her hips to provided additional stimulation. I looked down between us soaking in the vision of her femininity. Her soft smooth skin was flawless except where her panty girdle had left telltale marks around her waist. Her silky white panty started just below those marks the girdle left. The glimmer of the silky nylon as it moved with us was sensuous and erotic in my mind. Her words of encouragement as well as my sexually charged mind spurred my continued steady rhythm.

Greta moaned again and I felt her hands pull at my hips and her heels locked behind my knees. I felt a tremor in her body, something akin to a slight earthquake that shakes but does no damage. I had no doubt this signaled her orgasm was near. I ground my cock deep inside of her and knew that my pelvis was grinding against her clit. I looked at her face as her eyes closed and she made a humming sound. I could feel a gush of fluid around my cock and knew she was cumming.

I bent and kissed her lips as I held tight against her. I felt her rock her hips and broke the kiss and began thrusting fast and hard in her. She had signaled her need and I wanted to comply with the urgency I sensed. I felt her shudder several times and then her eyes opened slightly, just slits in her head and she smiled. “Did you cum,” she asked, “because I did.”

“I know you did,” I said, “I am close are you sure I don’t need to…”

She pressed a finger to my lips, “fill me up, fill me with your cum.”

I thrust twice more and my tip expanded, my balls tightened, and I sent my thick cum jetting deep inside of her. “Umm, that feels wonderful,” Greta said, “I love feeling you fill me with your seed.”

“I am afraid we made a mess of your panties,” I said as my spent cock slipped out of her and I could feel our mingled fluids follow my tip out of her pussy. I looked down and saw her panty slip back over her pussy and it became translucent with the gush of fluid.

“I have more,” she said with a grin. “Perhaps when I change you can help me pick out something to sleep in, or should we sleep naked?”

I had not planned on sleeping over, yet it was a Friday and no work tomorrow. The only thing I had to go home to was my computer screen and porn. Lying here under me was a real flesh and blood woman that wanted me in her bed. It was painfully obvious in my mind that it had been several years since I had been with a woman. “Why would I not want to stay,” I thought with a grin.

“What?” Greta asked, “You’re smiling.”

“I know,” I whispered as I bent and kissed her tenderly. “I had not thought ahead to staying over with you. In fact I had not thought for a second that this would lead to us being in your bed. “

I kissed her again, not a tender kiss like before, but one with plenty of parted lips and tongue. “Of course I will stay, and I’d love to help you pick out panties to sleep in. If you sleep in something I get the pleasure of disrobing you in the morning.”

I rolled off her and moved close to her soft warm body. My hand ran from her tummy to her breasts. I loved toying with her nipples and then I moved down her tummy and traced a line around the marks left by the girdle. “Can I tell you a secret?” I asked.

“I think I know the secret, but yes tell me.” Greta said as she looked in my eyes.

“I had, well have this thing about women wearing girdles.” I admitted.

“I thought so, the moment I felt your hand bump my butt and I turned to look at you I could read something in your expression. I don’t pretend to be a mind reader. But something in your expression told me you knew something about me that the average man wouldn’t have picked up on.”

“I guess I wouldn’t make a very good poker player would I?” I said with a smile. “It was a long time ago I met a girl and we did what was called petting in those days. Her hands were all over me but not before mine had been all over her. Our heated play ended up with me having my hand up her skirt. She was wearing a long leg panty girdle with hose and loved feeling the garments on her. And when my hand went between her legs it was a girdle with a split crotch…”

“And beneath that,” Greta said, “were her panties and I’ll bet nylon panties that were wet with her arousal.”

“How would you know that?” I asked.

“I know because it happened to me in the exact same way.” She said. “Now it is my time to share a part of my secret. I have been in love with foundation garments since I was very young. My mother had a huge number of girdles and bras and shared them with me as I grew up enough to have them fit. When she passed they became mine. Does that sound creepy?” Greta asked as she finished telling her secret.

“Not at all,” I said tracing a line on her leg left by the girdle. “Is that is where you got the girdle you wore today?”

“Yes, that is where all of mine came from.” She said “It is impossible to find anything like them in today’s garment industry. Many of mine are so fragile I hate wearing them on a daily basis. When they are gone I will be sad.”

Greta rolled over on top of me pressing her nylon panty covered pelvis against me. “I need to shower, will you join me?” She whispered.

Our shower lasted until the hot water was gone and we were forced out by the chill from cold water. My hands never left her body the entire time and she did the same to me. I apologized for the lack of a second erection, “I need time to recover.” I said, “There was a time in my younger years where I would have you pinned against the wall with my cock buried deep inside you. The will is still there but age does slow me down.”

“No apology is necessary,” Greta said as she rubbed a towel across my chest, “We have the morning, right?”

“If you are still in need,” I said as my hand slid between her legs, “My fingers and tongue are at your service.”

“I will wait for you to recover,” Greta said as she led me by the hand to the second bedroom. “I want to show you something,” she said and opened the door to a room filled with every description of lingerie one could imagine. “I have often heard it argued that only men have a lingerie fetish. They are wrong,” She said as she revealed her collection bra and girdle display mannequins from the 1950’s and 60’s clad in vintage foundations and racks of nightgowns and slips.

“I was surprised you weren’t wearing a slip today,” I said, “I thought you might not have one.”

“I don’t have one, I think there are over 50 of them on the racks. But none of them fit my mood today. I hate admitting it but I wanted to see if anyone noticed I was wearing a girdle. I knew it would show through the thin knit skirt I was wearing.” She turned looking up at me, “And I found one person that knew, care to guess who it was?”

I blushed, “I don’t need to guess.”

“I find this like going shopping,” Greta said as she pushed hangers across the rack with nightgowns.

“What is your pleasure?” she asked. “Do you like pink, violet, blue, ivory, or maybe just white.” She said as she pushed each gown of that color down the rack.

“I think ivory. It will go with your hair and those pretty brown eyes.” I said as I pulled a simple knee length gown off the rack. The top was covered in lace with short puffy sleeves and I noticed a panty hanging inside of it.

Greta held it up to her, “you like?” She didn’t wait for an answer, “Why don’t you get us a glass of wine from the kitchen while I get this on, it will let me make a grand entrance,” she said with a sweet smile.

Greta did make that grand entrance, twirling the full gown letting it wrap seductively around her knees as she stopped moving. The gown was almost sheer letting the light shine through and showing her perfect silhouette through the ivory fabric. I could see the panty through the fabric and knew it must be heavier nylon because was not a hint of a shadow of her pubic hair.

We shared a glass of wine and then got under the blankets. In the dark I could feel her warmth against me, her gentle curves lying close to me was comforting and kept my mind aroused even though I was out of commission until morning. I had my arm under her head as her hand traced lines across my chest. I drifted off to sleep with my head filled with her scent.

I woke to the scent of coffee and the sound of the coffee maker hissing the last bit of water through its inner workings promising a dark rich beverage to start the day. As my eyes opened there was a momentary confusion that comes from a change in bedrooms. My eyes focused on a table lamp beside me, white porcelain with a trail of delicate flowers along the front. I detected a sweet musky scent of perfume and yes the scent of recent sex between a man and a woman. These scents filled my head and the warmth of a body spooned behind me told me I was not in my bed at home.

The fog cleared from my mind and I remembered Greta and the promise of more sexual passion in the morning. My erection was, as it always was in the morning, standing proud and throbbing. I rolled onto my back and Greta moved and rolled back against me. Her nightgown was as soft as silk and my fingers touched her thigh and her leg moved over the top of mine.

I felt her knee rub over my erection and she whispered, “I think you have recovered,” and she rolled on top of me. Her gown slipped across my bare body and the feel of the slippery nylon encouraged my mind to fill with lust instead of the desire to piss away a good erection. Our lips met, tenderly at first. “A good morning kiss,” I thought as I wrapped my arms around her. Then a lover’s kiss, a kiss filled with passion and desire.

Greta raised up on her elbows, “I trust you slept well.” She said. “You didn’t move when I got up to make coffee, I hope I didn’t wake you.”

“No, I am usually up early, what time is it?” I asked not able to see the clock radio that was on her side of the bed.

“It is time for you to fuck me Larry,” she said with a grin. “I want to feel you inside of me again. Only I want to be on top of you, I hope you don’t mind.”

“It appears you are already on top of me, I have no complaints,” I said as I ran my hands down across her ass. Her panties were gone, there was no waistband to touch, and the gown molded to her ass. Her girdle had hidden the wonderful shape of her rounded butt.

Greta rolled off of me and standing beside the bed she pulled the nightgown off over her head. I watched as the ivory curtain rose slowly revealing her naked form to me. My cock ached for her attention as I watched her hairy pussy come into view. I could see the separation of her labia and wanted desperately to run my hand along her slit and find her clit. Then the gown rose above her nearly flat tummy and at last her breasts came into view.

I had admired them last night, but in this morning light they were all that a man could desire. They were perfectly formed with areola and nipple a few shades darker than her pale skin. The sag was as expected yet her figure was still that of a young woman that worked to stay fit. The gown dropped to the floor in a puddle of nylon that looked almost liquid against the carpeting. I pulled her back onto the bed with my hands finding all the erogenous zones that would lead to our copulation.

I smiled thinking, “why would I use such a clinical word to describe having sex with this woman?” And again Greta saw that thoughtful smile.

“Do you know you have the most expressive looks on your face?” she asked, “What just went through your mind?”

“I just thought, I want to fuck that young woman until she can’t take it anymore,” I lied. I did not want to admit that sometimes words come to my mind that doesn’t exactly fit the situation.

My hand found her slit wet and her labia swollen with anticipation. I ran my fingers along her folds of flesh and felt her tremble with pleasure and anticipation. Greta rolled onto her back and I got between her legs, planting kisses up each leg. Her body quivered with each little kiss. There was no doubt that she wanted the same thing I wanted.

I wanted to taste her, to know her scent and feel her body respond to my lips and tongue. My fingers slid over her hair, un-groomed and thick. I looked up as she raised her head, “I should have shaved,” she said.

“I don’t think so,” I said and spread her lips apart to reveal her dark red gash covered in her creamy arousal. I started with my tongue and got to her clit and gently sucked it into my mouth. It was swollen and rubbery and I could tell it was very sensitive. The slightest touch of my tongue sent a shiver up her spine and goose bump formed on her smoothly shaved legs.

“Ohh Larry, it has been so long since a man did that to me,” she said. “They all expect a blow job but rarely do they want to bring me to the edge that way.” I felt her hands on my head as she thrust her pelvis up. She moaned softly and then I felt that tremble in her body. Just like last night she had reached the point of the cascade of pleasure and emotion that would result in an orgasm.

When she relaxed I rolled onto my back beside her and pulled her on top of me. “There is no nightgown between us,” I said as I felt her straddle me and wiggle until my cock was pressed between her labia. She was hot and slick and she looked into my eyes, “I said I wanted you to fuck me, perhaps you will find that it is me that is going to fuck you.”

As she finished saying that I felt her pussy slip onto my cock in one swift motion. She pulled her knees up beside me and holding herself up with outstretched arms she rocked against my cock. “Fasten your seatbelt Larry, this is going to be a bumpy ride.” Greta said imitating Bette Davis in the movie “All About Eve.”

Greta began shifting her hips and rocking against my cock like a woman possessed. Her tits swayed back and forth as I felt her arousal wet my entire crotch. She had this look of deep concentration and it wasn’t a couple minutes before she shoved her pelvis all the way back on my cock and was racked by another orgasm. When she started to move again she looked down at me, “did I ever mention I am multi orgasmic?” and smiled as she picked up the pace again.

I was not the best morning guy when it came to sex. I usually needed to take a pee and then get back up but this morning she was taking me before that trip to the bathroom. The urge to pee ended at her first orgasm on my cock, but the third one I was nearing the point of no return.

I humped up into her as she began raising up off of me instead of rocking back and forth. The only sound in the room was our bodies slapping together and then in one blinding moment I groaned and pulled her down tight against my cock and filled her full. We were both out of breath as she flopped down on top of me.

“We’re going to need a shower,” she whispered as she pulled off of my spent cock. “Wow,” she said, I lost count.”

“I wasn’t counting,” I said, “I was holding on to make sure I stayed with you.” And smiled as she lay on my chest, and I felt her heart pounding in her chest. I wondered if she could feel mine.

We showered and I got dressed and said, “I will let you get dressed.”

“I’d rather you stayed,” Greta said, “I did a little strip tease for you last night now I’d like to show it to you in reverse.

I sat in a chair in her room and watched as she pulled pantyhose out of a drawer. Setting on a bench she crossed her legs and pulled the gathered up hose over her toes. “No panties?” I asked with a smile.

“Not today, but wait and I will show you why.”

Watching her slide the hose over her calf made me think of my first girlfriend. She always wore nylon stockings and it took her forever to get them just so. Greta’s hands moved expertly and deliberately with little need for adjustment of the hose and then uncrossed her legs and bent starting them on her other foot.

Her breasts hung between her arms and I felt my cock struggle to respond. It was a surprise to me but then she was a very arousing young woman. As she stood she pulled each leg equal amounts up her thighs and finished by pulling the panty high above her waistline. I knew by looking these were not control topped hose and were sheer enough to show her hairy patch. My cock continued to respond.

She selected a lace soft cup bra and I loved watching her bend over to adjust her boobs in each cup. She looked up while bent over, “Are you enjoying the show?” she said with a grin and adjust the other boob.

“Now for the crowning touch,” she said as she pulled out a white garment from her drawer. It was the cutest short leg girdle one could imagine. It had a pretty satin panel on the front and back. I loved the way it fit between her legs and when she slipped on her blouse and turned I admired the fit across her butt.

She stepped into her skirt and as she walked over to me said, “I want to go shopping, I need some new panties and bras and you can help me with that.”

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My favorite dream

I don't know how long I was under...days, weeks...who knows, maybe evenmonths. Reality blurred with nightmares as I felt my flesh being cut intoby cold scalpels and stuck with needles, filling me with horriblypersuasive dreams of a beautiful new body. I tried to imagine myself as aman, just to see if I still could, but it was futile. Every dream I hadfeatured me with bouncing breasts, an hourglass figure that told everyonewhen it was time to fuck me...which was all the time, and a face of...

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Step Dads Dating App 4 Ricks Dream

I can't remember the first part of the dream but things become clear and memorable when I was lying on my back. A woman, I can’t tell who it was at first is straddling me. We’re fucking, she is riding me, pretty hard. It's so fucking vivid! I can feel how hard my cock is. How it feels inside her but I can't see who she is, can't see her face. I look to see if she has the same recognizable thin arms and dark hair as my step daughter. And she does, it's Selena! I can finally see her face...

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A Dream

*** Note: This is my story from another site. Enjoy! ***I had a dream this morning that was so intense and vivid. It was also nasty, depraved, and twisted.My dream starts with me finding myself in a house. Its dark, all the shades are drawn. I quickly come to realize that I’m in a tweaker house. Its not overly crowded with people, but there are quite a few people around, males and females, all ages, sizes, and races. The constant is they’re all naked, sexing, and very, very high. I can smell...

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Dirty Wolf Dream

(The following story is in a fantasy world setting)Loping through tall grass, the wind rippled over his soft thick curly fur. Greg ghosted through the meadow, his wide paws making almost no sound. A shadow of black with only the high sun to highlight the deep red that lies within as well. Golden eyes survey his surroundings. The day was perfect. The sky was bright and blue with only the sparse thin high clouds to break it up. Hundreds of butterflies danced atop the high grass, in a swirling...

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Slutty Bitch And His Dream

“Aaahhh .. Aahhhhh…. Aaahhhhh” Rituraj was moaning very loud. His hands were rough and was moving all over on Rituraj’s smooth buttery body. He pressed Rituraj’s small but cute boobs very hard. He rimmed. He licked. He fucked Rituraj’s ass royally. “Yeahhhhhh …. Aaahhhh Ritu… Aaahhhhh … I am gonna make you go crazy, you slutty bitch…” With each push Rituraj felt that he’s in heaven & finally all the cum was to be feed in his cute, round ass. ******************** “Wake up Raj, wake up” said...

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The Perfect SolutionChapter 18 My Days Have Been a Dream

Take this kiss upon the brow! And, in parting from you now, thus much let me avow — You are not wrong, who deem that my days have been a dream; yet if hope has flown away in a night, or in a day, in a vision, or in none, is it therefore the less gone? All that we see or seem is but a dream within a dream. I stand amid the roar of a surf-tormented shore, and I hold within my hand grains of the golden sand — How few! Yet how they creep through my fingers to the deep, while I weep — while...

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Dream

That evening I drank two glasses of ouzo. Usually I drink only one but that evening I drank two. For once. And maybe that’s why I had a strange dream. Or maybe the cause was rooted in the green salad I stuffed myself. If so, then the nitrates definitely can do miracles. I was sleeping meekly and soundly when I saw a lovely girl. She had a long copper blond hair, pale blue eyes and body of a model. I continued sleeping nonchalantly, pretending not to be interested. She fluttered her eyelashes...

Supernatural
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Lucid Wet Dream

Twenty five years on, one can easily see the mistakes made in their youth. But, as the saying goes, hindsight is 20/20. There is little to be gained by rehashing past mistakes in your head again and again, losing sleep over it, and making yourself mental in the process. And yet this is exactly what I did on a regular basis. It's said that without closure, no relationship is ever truly over. It's also been written that sometimes closure can come from writing a letter to your ex that you never...

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It Started With ChristmasChapter 8 I Have A Dream

It was still early when we got back to the apartment. We cycled through the bathroom, and the girls decided that a conversation would go better in comfy clothes, so they changed into the Christmas jammies I had put into their stockings. Jess mixed a rum and Coke for me and for herself, and Kate put some background music on. I made a mental note to find out how these two children of the 1990s had been introduced to ABBA. Soon we were settled on the couch, with me on one end, Kate on the other,...

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Imaginary Fact Appeared In Day Night Dream

I was totally at loss, frustrated. I was aimlessly roaming here and there with broken heart, broken health. I lost everything. My bank account made nil to my so called wife’s account. My house was taken forcefully. My son, my daughter, my wife, even my parents… all, all had thrown me out. My neighbors have left me. My childhood friend Shakti Chaudhary abandoned my company by slapping. I was, not first class student, but above average student. I bagged several merit awards. My class mates, my...

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TGirls Dream

T-Girl's dream (With apologies to Katy Perry) Wish I was pretty I'd put some make-up on I'll tell you hunny the feeling is quite strong Can you get me can I let my walls come down ... Down ... If I just let me stop trying to be a fake But things can be real heavy Time to bring me to life Yes I think it might be my time ... my time Gonna go all the way tonight no more fear just time start to live, before I die Yes can I Now be real forever I'll be...

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Lesbian Dream

Hi to all, I’m “Cross Dresser and Lesbian from Bangalore and I served so many lesbian in my life time. Most of them are my friends and they telling their story in these stories I am sending you the following stories and this is one of my real story which took place at Shimogga Koppa. I and Ashu are the two close friends from our collage days. We are in different class. But we meet daily and chat till to end of the school. She is at hostel and I am coming from home day by day our friendship...

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Dreamer

Water rushes in to meet her toes, wiggling things in the sand, petite and pretty. A wistful sigh escapes her as she turns her eyes to the horizon and wonders once more where he might be? What he might be doing? Her Dreamer. Does he think of her like she does him, she wonders. Does the night caress him with the softest brush of its lips, the darkness creep over his skin all shadows and longing and prickle his flesh with a kiss? She smiles as she closes her eyes and turns her face into the...

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Living the Dream

--- Living the Dream (MF, impreg) by Krosis of the Collective --- Angela stirred from her sleep, feeling warm flesh pressed into her back. Graham, her boyfriend, had moved into the "spoon" position, his pelvis grinding into her butt. "You're so beautiful," he whispered. His pelvis dipped lower, allowing his erect penis to stray under her bum, searching for that magical spot. Angela blushed. He hadn't said she was beautiful in months, and she was beginning to think...

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Mr Sandman Bring Me a Dream

I was dreaming; I had to be. I was sure no place like this ever existed. Golden sand stretched toward the horizon in every direction. The sun was high in the sky, but I couldn’t feel the heat that was coming off it. The sand didn’t burn my bare feet. I wiggled my toes, making sure I could feel them, making sure that I could feel at all in this mysterious dream world. The sand didn’t even feel like sand! It felt like the finest silk was swaddling my feet, reminding me of the costumes I made for...

Supernatural
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Dream Dream Dream

Dream. Dream. Dream.At 28 years old, Abby (short for Abbigail) was happy. At 30 years old, Jason was happy too.Abby, was a loving wife of 5 years, having known Jason for nearly 8 years. They were totally in love from the first moment they saw each other.Not just a normal Husband & Wife, they were Master and Slave. They were made for each other.Abby was a looker, no doubt about that. 5ft 3 tall, slim body she had worked hard to keep in shape, nice blonde hair just past shoulder length and light...

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Living the Dream

I would like to thank Cassandra Morgan's 'A Few More Favourite Themes' for putting me on to the stories by Mrs Anyonamrs and Miss Anyonamiss : Careful and Careful 2. They were basically one story from two perspectives, but provided the inspiration for my short and comparatively dim shadow of an offering here. The original stories seemed to hang in the air, have the author(s) thought of giving them both a definite finish? They were too good to be just left with unanswered...

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Earths Pain Book I Justins StoryChapter 7 Franks Dream

Everything went well this week; we even ordered some more electric vehicles for the property. I guess we could officially call it a ranch now, since we have horses. We also came up with a bio-fuel formula that Kristy could easily produce; the vehicles could be easily converted to run on it, while still accept regular fuel. I love it when a plan comes together, as my old TV buddy (Hannibal Smith) used to say. We were just about to sit down to dinner when it happened. "Spatial anomaly...

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Master PC The ProtectorChapter 4 The Dream

After watching Renée drive away, I turned back to the dorm. Replaying the night's events over and over again, I made my way back to my room. The feel of her skin, the way she smiled at me and the unbelievable way she totally had her way with me all made me smile. I could still smell her scent lightly on my hands, and it gave me another charge. Once in my room, I got undressed and climbed into bed. For a few minutes I relived portions of the night in my mind. The feel of Renée's body...

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The Sorrowful Shores of Dream

I am a brother to dragons, and a companion to owls. – Job 30:29 (For Robin, who asked me to write a story about dragons, elves, and unicorns . . . . ) Melissa came awake with a start, her heart beating in great excitement. Her husband Tim had turned over in his sleep, tearing her from the world of dreams, and the transition was so jarring that she almost wept for the loss. Melissa glanced over at the alarm clock on the bedside counter, it’s glaring red 6:45 mocked her. Time enough to fall...

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After the Dream

Ever since I turned 16 sex had preoccupied most of my dreams, but the dream last night had felt so real. Standing under the shower hot water pouring down over me, my pussy was still sticky and wet with cum. Closing my eyes I could still feel his fingers rubbing my clit and his voice whispering in my ear.“You love it don't you?”By the time I finished my shower he was already at the table eating breakfast. I tried to keep my voice cheerful, "Good morning Daddy."I leaned down to kiss his cheek,...

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Erotic Dream

I woke up suddenly from a vivid erotic dream that I couldn't remember at first. It was late Saturday morning, the sun was streaming in through my curtains and I was lying naked on the bed, cold. I had the makings of a full hangover too, my head spun as I reached over to pull the quilt around me. "That's your own fault girl", I admonished myself, "That second bottle of red wine was defiantly not a good idea." I felt sticky and was about to get up and take a shower when I noticed Duke had...

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Dream

That evening I drank two glasses of ouzo. Usually I drink only one but that evening I drank two. For once. And maybe that's why I had a strange dream. Or maybe the cause was rooted in the green salad I stuffed myself. If so, then the nitrates definitely can do miracles. I was sleeping meekly and soundly when I saw a lovely girl. She had a long copperblond hair, pale blue eyes and body of a model. I continued sleeping nonchalantly, pretending not to be interested. She fluttered her eyelashes...

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Freddie in the Dream

I didn’t know which was worse, being an out of work writer like me, or being an over the hill, out of work movie star like Lois. Lois was her real name by the way. Her stage name was Marietta Miles. Some hack agent had given her the name when she arrived in the Dream. She had stopped going by it the second year after she stopped working in the flicks. She had gone back to Lois Nelson of Hastings Kansas. Why she didn’t go home to her family was beyond me. It was just as well for me, since she...

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Lindas dream

I don't know quite what to make of this dream. I've never dared to tell anyone about it, and I don't think I ever will. I don't dream it every night. I don't know when it will make its presence known. Sometimes it's infrequent enough that I've almost forgotten about it.It starts somewhere in the middle of a normal day. I volunteer at a modern art museum four days a week, as a roving guide of sorts - answering questions for people or getting them to spit out their gum into the trash or...

Mind Control
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The Ball Boy Experiment Chapter 3 The Dream

Ryan thought about telling her the truth: I've been watching the new ball boy suck the dicks of all of my players, and then had a private visit of my own after everyone left. And then I had to shower, of course. The thought made him smile to himself. Obviously, that would not go over well. "Practice ran a little late. Sorry, hun." She smiled, walked over to him. "That's okay. I've been waiting to tell you: I have some exciting news!" Lacey proceeded to tell him that she'd been given...

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A Slave Pets Dream

Melanie looked out of the window. The rain splatters were drying and she hoped the rain would stop long enough so that she could leave the office and get to her car without getting drenched. It seemed, lately, that the rain was never going to stop. She sighed and moved back to her desk, sitting in her chair and staring at the papers scattered all over the place. Melanie was not a tidy person. On the contrary, some would say she was horribly untidy. Her house, her desk, her life, all a...

3 years ago
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Dreamscape

October 31, 2018 – 3:00am CST – New Orleans, Louisiana Dr. Sean Mallory slowly moved his cursor up to the little apple icon in the far left top corner of his massive twenty-seven inch Thunderbolt display. He clicked on it and then hovered over the words ‘shut down’. He paused briefly, and then, with an audible sigh, he confirmed his choice. The computer slowly began to shut down all open programs. The screen went grey, and then black, and the fan that had been cooling his hard drive came to a...

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Living Beyond the Dream

Living Beyond the Dream By: Malissa Madison My sister had finally arrived. It was like looking at myself ten years from now, or like looking at Missy. I was searching for words to convey how I felt but nothing seemed appropriate. "Malissa, are you ok?" she finally asked. "Uhh, yeah, I'm fine. This is just, well everything is happening so fast." "It usually does in battle," she commented. "Thankfully this one is staying peaceful. That's why we're moving so fast, before the...

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It started with a dream

It started out like any other Monday morning except this time I woke up from a dream. Not a nightmare, but a very realistic dream staring Tyler the 17 year-old that I’ve known since the 6th grade. You see I know things about Tyler; in fact my dream was about his biggest secret. I had dreamt that Tyler was finally coming out of the closet to the whole school with me by his side to help him through it. But it’s just a dream, it means nothing right? It was the third time I had had this dream,...

3 years ago
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A Life Ever Changing 43 Dream a Little Dream

"Sweet dreams till sunbeams find you Sweet dreams that leave all worries behind you But in your dreams whatever they be Dream a little dream of me..." - Gus Kahn, Wilbur Schwandt and Fabian Andree A Life Ever Changing #43 Dream a Little Dream By Angel O'Hare Oh GEEZ! Barbara had a large manila envelope in her hands! She was smiling ear to ear and giggling as well! I knew what she had and I didn't like it much! Sylvia had given her some of the pictures! I made her promise...

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