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“Thank you,” Jennifer said, “I, er, I appreciate your offer to do the car service, and I really would like to take you up on it. To be honest, I really don’t think I’ve got much choice.”

“I guarantee your car would receive the best service it has ever had, although I say so myself, I am really quite good at fixing stuff.”

“Ha! I think I believe you, after getting the car going, I thought the battery had nothing left in it.”

“Once everything else was in its proper place and ready to go, it really only needed a tiny spark.”

“Well, I am very grateful, both for the rescue and the offer to sort the problem. Perhaps I could treat you to lunch afterwards tomorrow, if you have time before you fly.”

“I’ll have plenty of time,” he smiled, “and thanks, I’d like to share lunch with someone, it would make a nice change.”

“You don’t normally have anyone to have lunch with?”

“Well, I’m not from round here and I’ve been too busy working for your father that I’ve not made many friends here except at work.”

“I see. So, what time will you be at my father’s depot in the morning?”

“I’ll be there waiting, whenever you get there,” he smiled, “as early as you like, in fact.”

“You live nearby, then? Maybe I should ring you when I’m ready to come over?”

“No, I do have a caravan, but it’s on the site where my house is being built, but it is too far to walk in this weather. Your Dad rightly prefers his trucks locked up safe in the depot overnight. So I’ll be sleeping in this cab, there’s actually a comfortable bunk right behind us.”

“Oh? But you’ll freeze to death in here, won’t you? It’s still snowing.”

“I’m accustomed to the cold, don’t worry,” he grinned, “it’ll be warmer than the caravan, that’s not even connected to the mains.”

“Oh, does my Dad know you are sleeping in the cab at the depot?”

“Yes, of course he does. He knows about tonight, and he is aware that I’ll also use the cab to sleep in during Christmas and Boxing Day nights. I simply cannot get to and from the airfield during the holidays. I don’t have a car.”

“I see. So are you flying to see your family tomorrow evening, then, to spend Christmas with them?” she asked.

“Well, I have a long-standing arrangement with my father, I’ll be flying to his place and picking him up and then we’ll share the flying. He’s in the distribution business, too, and needs some last minute help with a long haul freight job. You would be surprised how far we have to go.”

“I see. When exactly will you get back?”

“I’ll be back just before dawn on Christmas morning. I have the key fob which allows me entry into your Dad’s yard there and I also have keys and the burglar alarm codes, so I can get into the offices to use the er, facilities.”

“What about your father and family, why are you not staying on with them during the festivities?”

“Well, it’s a family thing. Me striking out on my own was, well, complicated,” he said, “Bur, I have obligations which I cannot shirk. Andy, your father, is aware on my situation, and I try to fit those family obligations in with my work here. So far it hasn’t been a problem.”

“You’re not an 18-year-old, surely. You seem more my age.” Jennifer winced at what she said, hoping he hadn’t noticed. She liked this man, this apparently single man, who didn’t seem to have anywhere to go, or anyone to see, over the Christmas holidays, other than some reactionary old family that seem reluctant to let him go. Looking at him again, even in the dim reflection of the lorry dashboard dials, she thought he looked handsome, dependable and really quite cute. If only any of her old boyfriends were like this driver.

“No, I am not a youngster, and certainly not as young as a teenager, anyway. I suppose we must be of a similar age, in appearance and circumstance, I suppose, we’re both visiting our parents for the festivities and both appear to be unaccompanied. Look, Miss Webster, I’m on my own here in this town and it’s really no hardship to do your car service for you. I am always working over Christmas anyway, and once I get back on Christmas Day I will probably sleep most of the day. I’ve not got anywhere else to go, or anything I particularly want to do. Now, it would be different if my new house was ready...” he let the rest of his conversation about his possible future alternatives drift away.

“Look, I’d really like to thank you for helping me out with the car. Maybe you could come to lunch on Christmas Day at my Mum’s? That is our traditional Christmas Dinner.”

“Really?” he asked, his eyebrows raised, “but, no, that’s for family, surely. I know your father invited me his his Boxing Day dinner, but do you really think your mother would be prepared to have one of your Dad’s drivers over for dinner?”

“She can be a bit snooty, I know, but she wouldn’t have to know that you were one of Dad’s drivers,” she said, “besides, she’s half expecting me to bring someone with me, you know, a er ... friend, so she’ll be able to accommodate you for at least tonight. She’d expect you to sleep on the couch, of course, but she will definitely have room at the dinner table for supper tonight. So, you could sleep on the couch and then, after the car service and me treating you to lunch tomorrow, you could have a nap in the afternoon before you leave on Christmas Eve. You could even sleep at my mother’s on Christmas morning for maybe four hours, as it would be quiet, with no children, other than one teenage girl, until the grandkids arrive late-morning.”

“Mmm, I’m not sure if your mother would be prepared to have a stranger asleep under her roof.” Jennifer’s Good Samaritan commented on her suggestion.

“Well, that could be awkward, of course, but I could always tell her that you are my new boyfriend.” She almost winced as she said it, “Then you wouldn’t be a stranger, you’d be almost family.”

“I’m not sure if that will work,” he smiled, raising his eyebrows again, “for a start, how ‘new’ can a new boyfriend be? Besides, won’t your Mum expect boyfriend-girlfriend to have er, you know, more personal sleeping arrangements than one of them being relegated to the couch?”

He did have a handsome smile, she thought, and a nice open trustworthy face.

“True. But my mother is a bit funny about my sleeping arrangements, actually. Even when I lived with my ex-boyfriend Scott for about five of the eight years we were an item, and we visited Mum far more regularly than I have on my own recently, she always insisted on his sleeping alne on the sofa, while I slept in my old single bed.”

“Actually, I love sofas,” he grinned, “they are much better than a lorry cab, any day, or rather night of the week.”

“There is one other thing, mmm, how am I going to put this?” She bit her lip nervously.

“I find the easiest way is just to come out and say it as it comes.”

That nice sweet smile again, she noted.

“I suppose you’re right. I just don’t know what you are going to think of me when I ask this of you.”

“Just say it as if you are talking to a mirror. Don’t worry about what I think. Once it’s said it’s said, and, believe me, many more unsaid words are regretted than those that are said.”

“True,” she agreed. “OK then, here we go. In order to stay with me as my boyfriend at my Mum’s house, you will have to pretend that your name is ... Jeff.”

“Jeff? Why Jeff?”

“It’s ... oh. Damn it! ... It’s my new boyfriend’s name.”

“Oh, you already have a new boyfriend?” he asked, eyebrows raised but still smiling, “I had assumed by ‘new’, you meant ‘new’ as in brand spanking new.”

“No, this Jeff is not a new boyfriend, er, not my new real boyfriend exactly. He doesn’t actually exist. Oh dear. It’s really complicated ... and I was the one who made my present life so complicated. I feel so stupid about it but it really is all my fault.” She sighed. “Look, about eight months ago I split from my boyfriend Scott —”

“Scott? Not Jeff?”

“No, I told you it was complicated. My old and now definitely ex-boyfriend’s name was Scott. He was the loser boyfriend, you know, the one who was supposed to be regularly servicing my bloody car over the last six years? He was a cheating womanizer and a liar. My mother really liked him, liked him more than she liked me, I think.”

“Surely not.”

“Anyway, he was a bit of a dish, actually, and everyone liked him, including my Mum.”

“Good job that I don’t have to pretend to be him, then, isn’t it?” he laughed heartily, “Not Hot Scott, just Jeff the ghost boyfriend.”

It was a nice deep laugh, Jennifer thought, relaxed, warm and comfortable, comforting even. Ok, he was laughing at her, at least a little bit at her, but it was somehow more like gentle leg pulling, a sharing of an amusement, rather than as condescending as she was reminded that Scott often used to be when he laughed at her.

“I didn’t mean that you weren’t a ... er, well I, er, you see I didn’t want to tell my mother that I hadn’t got a boyfriend, or tell her what the reason was why I dumped Scott all those months ago.”

“So YOU dumped Scott, this apparent dish, this man your Mum thought was a hot dreamboat? Or at least as far as everyone else and your mother were concerned? I think it’s great that you showed Scott that you were no doormat as far as your relationship with him was concerned.”

“Yes,” Jennifer stuck her chin out, and said determinedly, “Yes, I was the one who dumped him.”

It somehow lifted her, not just the realisation that she had summoned the strength to do so at the time, but that a stranger, a man, a really nice man, knew that she wasn’t just any old rag doll to be used and abused. It made a difference. It finally made a difference to how she felt about herself, how she was treated and how she stood up for herself. For the first time in a long while she felt better, even happy, for having the gumption to have dumped Scott.

“That says something about you that should give you the strength to face your Mum, you know.” He said.

Her rescuer was thinking the same as she was, Jenifer thought. She took strength and encouragement from that.

“Yes, I suppose so. Yes, you’re right, it should give me strength. I did dump him and it was ... it was because I found out that Scott had been having a series of affairs behind my back. He wasn’t just lying about servicing the car, he was, well, he was being what he thought a man should be. So, almost immediately after splitting with Scott, I was unable to take someone home on a trip to Mum and my Mum’s new man in her life. So, almost to change the subject from what was so upsetting to me, I made up a stupid fictitious boyfriend and called him ‘Jeff’. Stupid, I know but...”

“I know, Miss Webster, believe me,” he laughed, “I really do know all about parents, their unreasonable expectations and our opposing reactions to them.”

“You too?”

“Yes, my parents also want to marry me off before I am good and ready.”

“So, you already have a girlfriend?”

“No, no, they wanted me to marry and take over the family business. So they were prepared to arrange a marriage for me, if necessary, because I am completely unattached. I must be unkissable or something.”

“I wouldn’t say that,” Jennifer paused, colouring up, before she added, “is that why you are not with your family over Christmas?”

“Maybe that has a little to do with it. Although it boils down to the fact that they live ... far away, abroad, which makes life difficult. You can’t live your life in two places without some compromise between you. I felt so restricted staying with my family. All part of growing up, I suppose. I don’t have any brothers or sisters to talk to about it.”

“I have a brother and sister, but they have settled lives and their own families. They don’t want to deal with me and the problems that they coped with and solved long ago.”

“Same here, it does leave you isolated. It means that for now, at least, my life seems to be centred around here.”

“Oh, I’m in London, being independent for about ten years now, but I really am starting to hate it. And traveling up from there at this time of year is a nightmare.” Jennifer paused. “Look, as I said, you could stay at my Mum’s tonight, sleep on the sofa instead of in the cab. You will have running hot water, hot food and central heating, and a good night’s sleep on the sofa instead of in a draughty old lorry cab. After breakfast, we can sort out servicing the car and then I’ll treat you to a nice lunch, before I go off and finish my last-minute Christmas shopping. And all you have to do is answer to the name of ‘Jeff’ for a little while.”

“Sounds like a plan, but you’ll have to give me a lift to the airfield from your Mum’s tomorrow, I don’t have a car here.”

“No problem.”

“I should think your car’s probably warmed up enough by now. You lead off slowly and I’ll overtake you, so I can churn up the fresh snow for you on the way to your Dad’s depot, where I’ll pack myself an overnight bag before joining you at your Mum’s.”

He had opened his cab door and was on the ground while still talking and around holding her door open as Jennifer climbed down. He held her arm steady on the fresh snow underfoot as they made their way to her driver’s door. He helped her into the car and squeezed her shoulder before closing the door on her.

“I’ll flash you, Jennifer, when I’m ready for you to move off. Go slowly along the lane for twenty to thirty yards. I’ll overtake you and squash all this snow with my big snow tyres, so your car shouldn’t slide around too much. I’ll keep an eye on you in the wing mirrors, so I can’t lose you.”

A shiver went down Jennifer’s spine, as he slammed her door and walked back to his cab. Just the way he called her by her first name had made her glow. Yet she didn’t even know his name at all! She was about to open her door, to run to his cab and ask him, when he flashed his lights. He was already ready to move off.

As she drove down the road, and the big truck lumbered past her to lead the way, her mobile phone rang. She recognised the number, her best girl friend, Sitesh. She picked it up.

“Hi, Sitesh.”

“Hello, Jenna, honey. I just wanted to check how you got on with your Mum and what she thinks about you rolling up without your so-called boyfriend ‘Jeff’ in tow.”

“I haven’t actually seen Mum yet, Sitesh, my car broke down on the way. That shit Scott hasn’t serviced the car in all the time I’ve had it, and it gave up the ghost a few miles short. It’s pouring down with snow up here.”

“Oh, no! Whereabouts are you?”

“I’m driving round to my Dad’s lorry depot, with one of his drivers leading the way, in case I break down again. Purely by luck he saw me broken down on the side of the road and managed to get this bloody heap going again.”

“So you’ve still got to face your Mum, then, huh? What are you going to say to her when ‘Jeff’ is no show?”

“I don’t know what she would say, but I might not have to explain anything at all.”

“No? Really?”

“Maybe, I really don’t know yet. Look, Sitesh, do you believe in love at first sight?”

“I don’t think so, Jenna. Love grows from getting to know and trust someone completely. I really don’t think you would have that level of trust right at the outset, not with a new boyfriend. At first he would be no more than any stranger. Natural attraction isn’t love, you know, it is lust! And there’s some safety in having doubts and not giving away your heart to somebody too soon. Look at how you felt when Scott let you down, and you knew him for eight years.”

“I know, it is so hard to know. What about you and your hubby? I mean, did you fall in love with him early on in your relationship? Were you already comfortable as a couple by the time you married?”

“Ha!” Sitesh laughed, “Sanjay was a friend of a second cousin. He was still living in India when I was engaged to him. I spent ten minutes with him in a room full of both our older relatives. I met him just the once and then we were engaged. That was just a few days before we were married. We flew to India to meet, marry and have our honeymoon, before flying home again at the end of a fortnight. Everything was arranged for us. We didn’t even speak on our own as a couple until our wedding night.”

“But ... you’re a modern British woman, and your Mum and Dad seem so normal. I didn’t think arranged marriages happened over here.”

“My family are British and I was born here, my father was even born here, but they are ultra traditional when it comes to marriage and bringing up children.”

“And you were already in love with him before you were married?”

“Not at all. I thought he was handsome on first appearance, but at first he was stiff and formal with me. I didn’t even think he liked me very much. I thought he only married me because his family approved our match. At the time I wondered if he loved someone else and was being forced to give her up.”

“But you must have liked him?”

“He was a strong marriage match, a medical student with a good future, from a family with strong moral values. What was there not to like?” She laughed.

“But you love him now?”

“We learned to love each other quite soon in our marriage. He was so gentle a lover and he has been a good father and husband. He found it difficult adjusting, when he first came to London, of course. I was born here so it was easy for me. Then we had our three children in five years and have had a really good life together. I can’t imagine being married to anyone else. We are happy and —.”

“Sorry Sitesh, I’m at the depot gates now. I better go.”

“Call me in the morning and let me know how you got on with your mother.”

“Will do, bye.”

The gates opened up in front of Jennifer as the lorry pulled inside and she drove in behind him. The truck parked up in line with several other trucks.

Just then, Jen’s phone rang again, the number she recognised as her father’s.

“Hi Pops, you’ll never guess where I am.”

“I know exactly where you are, Pumpkin,” her Dad replied laughing, “I hear you have rechristened my best driver as a guy called ‘Jeff’ and, that you’re going to be passing him off to your mother as the latest man in your life.”

“Oh crap! He rang and told you!”

“Of course he did. I told you he’s my best man, and he knew I would understand, especially if it means putting one over on your mother! Anyway, you are in good hands with young ‘Jeffrey’ as you like to call him. No-one can pack a truck or van like he can or deliver it as quick. He finds his way around the countryside like it’s the back of his hand. And he is a really likeable chap.”

“He says he doesn’t have a girlfriend.”

“Well, I think that’s correct. The two young girls that I’ve got working in the office, keep trying to chat him up and he’s not interested in taking advantage of them, so I do believe you are safe with him, I’m just not certain about his safety!” He laughed. “So, you can be sure that I won’t say anything embarrassing about either of you to the rest of our family. By the way, you are both invited to our place on Boxing Day, as a ‘couple’.”

“Yeah, he said you’d already invited him to dinner. So you really do trust him with me, and vice versa, then Pops?”

“Absolutely, sweetheart. I trust the both of you to waste a perfect opportunity to be eternally happy together. What I would prefer you to do over the next three years is marry him so I can retire and leave the business with you both to look after it.”

“But Pops, I hardly know him!”

“I’m not aiming to retire straight away, so get to know him over this holiday for a start. He’s a first-class bloke who’s really going places. He’s worth his weight in gold to my business. You should see the house he’s having built!”

“Oh! He’s coming back, I’ll speak to you tomorrow, Pops.”

“OK, Pumpkin, speak to you later.”

‘Jeff’ walked up to the car with an overnight bag in one hand and a bulging red sack in the other. Jen got out and opened her untidy boot for him.

“Sorry it is a mess back here, not sure if both those bags will fit.”

“Get back in the warm, Miss Webster, I have a knack for packing a lot of stuff into small spaces.”

“OK,” she said, doubtfully, “what’s in the bag exactly, your week’s laundry to take home?”

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Beyond Dreamscape Part 2: Kaetlin, Jack, and the Driver By Diana Kimberly Heche "Where am I?" The gentle faced red haired woman stood up at the sound of Jack Wallace's voice. She smiled upon him kindly, but her eyes could not conceal the concern. "You're in a hospital room Jack, you had a small accident. You fell off of the ladder when you were cleaning the gutters and were out for awhile." Jack Wallace lay in bed, he had raised his arms off of the bed, opening and...

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David Dreamscape Ch 01

His name was David, and David was ugly. I knew David in ‘real life’, he was the brother of a girl I went to high school with, and he really was so very unattractive. He certainly wasn’t my type of guy, I hardly ever spoke to him let alone look at him. Poor David, poor ugly David. For obvious reasons, I hadn’t thought of David, or his sister, for a very long time, and was therefore a bit surprised to find myself waking up after having dreamt about him. And it wasn’t just any old dream, it was...

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Beyond Dreamscape Part 3 Best Served Cold

Beyond Dreamscape Part 3: Best Served Cold By Diana Kimberly Heche Janet took him to be a little less than twice her age, thirty-five, perhaps. Simply saying he was handsome and obviously in great shape. Looking him over, his clothes, especially his shoes, screamed "money". He watched Janet, as all men do, however he did it with a calm confidence which neither spoke of cockiness or lechery. He didn't seem to be in a hurry to approach her, perhaps he was married or thought he...

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Saintly Dream Comes True

Stella Saint had an erotic dream, which disturbed her every night. She discussed the odd situation with Denise Moore, who persuaded her to enact the dream. Stella agreed to do so at a hotel. Little did she know that someone else had planned to make out with her. Cast of Characters: Major Characters: Stella Saint: Protagonist. Denise Moore: Stella’s friend and an intelligent psychology major. Leona: A lesbian felina. Minor Characters: Jonathan Wood: A businessman and Stella’s...

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The Dream Reaper

Chapter 1I awoke feeling the sperm running down my thigh. It had happened again, a wet dream that I’dbeen having three times a night. It always started the same way, I would be in a bar getting adrink, and once I sat down in an alcove that was situated at the back of the bar, someone wouldget under the table and start to give me the best damn blowjob ever. However, I couldn’t see whoit was, and when they’d taken me to the very edge, I would cum for real, and wake up. I cleanedup the mess, and...

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Saintly Dream Comes True

Cast of Characters: Major Characters: Stella Saint: Protagonist. Denise Moore: Stella's friend and an intelligent psychology major. Leona: A lesbian felina. Minor Characters: Jonathan Wood: A businessman and Stella's boyfriend. Clark Dawson: Denise's classmate. Crewmember: A burly man employed at McDonald's. Lupe: A call girl. Receptionist: A redhead employed at Baisamé Hotel. Stella Saint entered into a well-furnished spacious room. She looked about her. Nobody was there and...

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Dream ScapeChapter 2

Wow, I guess I do have a special power of some kind. I started working with it trying to figuring out exactly what I was capable of doing. I didn't let anyone know about it. I just used it. It made me think back about Abby. No wonder she was so interested in my dream. I must have transferred it to her some way. Oh, hell, I dreamt of her again the other day. I wonder if she had that dream too? To began with, I decided to dream about some of the gals that walked, jogged, and rode their bikes...

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My Dream Man

There are lots of dream men. Right!Wrong!I spend most of my time as a psychologist or pyschoanalyst to be precise. I get to hear a lot of different views about men, few of them good, but that may be down to the nature of who I listen to, and their over-arching experience of men in general.I specialise in analysing women, especially their sexual problems. My clients have a lot of issues with men.  Either they don’t treat them right, or their men don’t understand them. I sometimes ask myself,...

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Girl Unraveled Dream 2

dream 'dreem n. 1. A succession of images, thoughts, or emotions passing through the mind during sleep. 2. 2. Something that one has wanted very much to do, be, or have. Casey's ringing cell phone woke him up. It had been several days since the last time he had seen Betsy and he imagined that it was her calling once again. He couldn't avoid her forever. He answered. "Hello." Casey's body was still absolutely infused with hormones from the previous night and his voice...

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Dream Machine With correct paragraph spacing

Chapter 1: The Machine My fingers shook as I unwrapped the package. Finally. My own Duelling Machine. Actually, I mused as I skimmed the instruction manual, “Duelling Machine” is a misnomer, it should be called a Dream Machine but the wrong name stuck. Unlike Bova’s conception which was brought to life in the DM-90 model and allowed two people to share a dream as a virtual battle, the more advanced DM-92 allows the sharing of a dream without violence and this one, the DM-100, allows one...

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Dream Machine

My fingers shook as I unwrapped the package. Finally. My own Duelling Machine. Actually, I mused as I skimmed the instruction manual, “Duelling Machine” is a misnomer, it should be called a Dream Machine but the wrong name stuck. Unlike Bova’s conception which was brought to life in the DM-90 model and allowed two people to share a dream as a virtual battle, the more advanced DM-92 allows the sharing of a dream without violence and this one, the DM-100, allows one or more people to control a...

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Dream Scape

This story is not typical DG Hear. To be honest with you, I don’t know what a typical DG Hear story is. The readers define it to me that way. This story has more sex than usual. It was just a fun write for me. Hope you enjoy it. I want to thank Techsan for his editing prowess. He is definitely one of the best at his craft. * Chapter 1 I’m just an elderly man in my late fifties who spends a lot of time sitting on my porch and watching the world go by. The world to me is watching all the young...

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Dream Spheres

When I woke up, that’s not right. I didn’t really wake up. When I first became aware of my surroundings, I was standing in space surrounded by billions of stars. Everywhere I looked there were stars and blackness. Something was wrong. I wasn’t sure what it was at first. Then I wished to see one of the stars a little more closely, suddenly I was there next to the star I had wished to be close to. I was surprised to find it wasn’t a star. It was, well, I didn’t know what to call it. It was a...

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Dream

It was a brilliant Plan! It was a brilliantly conceived Plan to manipulate my young and na?ve Bride in the most devious yet subtle manner! But, in order for the Plan to succeed, Sally had to be convinced it was all HER idea! All I had to do to put my Plan into action was tell her about the 'Dream' I had last night! This was gonna be a cinch! Right? Dream By: Simonne Danielle © 2008 All rights reserved "It's just so bizarre, Theresa! At first I thought I hadn't heard h...

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A Dream of Alice

[Author's Note: This story emerged from a recent experiment with A.I.D., an online story-generating "game" in which the software and human collaboratively write a sort of choose-your-own-adventure story. This was an early effort to learn how to use the Author's Notes and World Information of the software effectively. Intended as a short simple scene and established as a dream (to offset some of the AI's more erratic narrative shifts), it gradually evolved into something I certainly...

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JUST A DREAM

Jill, this is stupid!" I grumbled."Shhh! They'll hear you!"I couldn't believe it. I was home from college on spring break. Most of my friends were going away to some island to lie in the sun, but not me. No, I was locked in the trunk of my brother's car with my cousin Jill, trying to sneak into a drive-in movie! "How did I let you guys talk me into this!" I groaned.The worst part was that it wasn't necessary. We had the money to pay, but my older brother Ned and her older brother Bob decided to...

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A Fathers Dream

A father’s dream —a story retold The following is a work of fiction. All the characters and incidents are fictional and bear no resemblance to any person living or dead. If there is any resemblance to any person or incident in someone’s life it is purely coincidental and not intentional. This story is intended to seduce you and not for telling you sex rituals. You may have read several stories but I hope this will really seduce you. This is a story already published but was rewritten as many...

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A Fathers Dream

Every one in this world has a dream. I am not speaking of the outside dreams, but of inside dreams; dreams which you never told to anyone and which you never tell anyone; dreams which you never try to realize them, but dreams which you always dream of. Every one has a dream about his love and life partner but every man also has dream of sex. It is a sexual fantasy. A sexual fantasy you dream to see or to try it. I have my dream. A dream weird to many but it is my dream. My name is srikanth. I...

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A Fathers Dream1

Every one in this world has a dream. I am not speaking of the outside dreams, but of inside dreams; dreams which you never told to anyone and which you never tell anyone; dreams which you never try to realize them, but dreams which you always dream of. Every one has a dream about his love and life partner but every man also has dream of sex. It is a sexual fantasy. A sexual fantasy you dream to see or to try it. I have my dream. A dream weird to many but it is my dream. My name is srikanth. I...

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IntendedChapter 8 Dreams and schemes of schemers and dreamers

CRR-ACKKK! BOOOOMMM! Although it had been storming for days, the sky-splitting sight and sound of lightning and thunder continued to wrench screams from the shivering mass huddled in the Gathering Place. As the most solidly-built structure in the settlement, it was the only building which had been able to withstand nature's merciless assault. When it stopped raining — if it stopped raining — the Clan would have to completely rebuild. With winter coming, their supplies largely washed away,...

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I had a dream

Some day I’ll tell my angel about my dream, the truth that is, but for now I think I’ll just let her live the dream, while I coast along for the ride. We have been married for five years, with no kids and it appeared we were going to have to take heroic measures if we wanted any. This we had decided not to do, the world not really needing any more mouths to feed. Which was neat in its own way, meaning sex became recreational only, with not a care in the world about birth control. The thing is...

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A young wife goes out with friends and meets her Dream Man

The dream had been so real, for Kay it was like nothing she had ever experienced before. Kay had dreamed that she had made love to a man in a car. That she had acted like a slut with this man. Stranger still, the man had been black. Kay had a slight headache and no recollection of how she had gotten home. She had been out with her friend Jolene and made a note to call her later. Lying there Kay tried to gather her thoughts. Wow, what a dream, the man had really excited her, in fact she still...

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The Game First Time Sex Part 5 Awakening from the Dream rev 1

The Game : first time sex: Part 5 Awakening from the Dream and Pleasing Parvati *** Please read the following stories that lead up to this point. The Game ... First Time Sex The Game ... first time Sex : Part 2 – Virgin Sex The Game ... First Time Sex : Part 3 - Thanksgiving The Game : First Time Sex: Part 4 – The Interrogation and Inquisition Marcus, Tonya, and I had a great time Wednesday night before Thanksgiving Day. Tonya was not with us, and I missed her. After we finished and...

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Dream Lovers

I awoke that morning with the vivid images exciting both my mind and my cock. I sat on the edge of the bed and replayed my dream in my head. The dream was so graphic; it was like watching a video on a high definition TV. I could feel my cock in its semi rigid state and the wetness as my pre-cum leaked onto my leg. I stood and moved into the bathroom to shave and shower. Ann lay asleep, unaware of the fantasy that had left me in this state. As I shaved I recalled more of the detail of the...

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Dreamer Nothing but a dreamer

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A Midwinter Nights Dream

As usual this work would not be half so good without the intervention and able assistance of the far too modest Steve Zink. Editor, writer, and friend... Steve there are far too few like you in the world. A little something I have been thinking about lately. It was meant to be a comedy but doesn't seem to be developing that way at all. ~SIGH~ The best laid plans I guess. JDG A MIDWINTER NIGHT'S DREAM PART ONE: PUCK-er UP My life began in the year 5559, on January 11. At least if you go...

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Lady Libertine Ch 06 Wish Dream Do

I had gone to bed last night marveling at the change that had come over Todd. He and I had suddenly become like newlyweds. I wondered if my appeal was actually read by Santa. If so, could my wish have actually been honored? I have been observing major changes in myself over such a short time. And this has caused more than a new spark in our marriage bed. Beds and couches were now on fire. Hell, I seemed to be on fire, and sex had developed into a hot urgency that was explosive. I wondered if...

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The Strangest Dream

The Strangest Dream By Tiffany Rose It was the strangest dream... I was with my college buddies, heading to our usual strip club... I even remember how happy we all had been at finding a parking spot right in front of the entrance. We went up the stairs like the hormone driven men that we were, looking forward to seeing some of the hottest girls we had ever seen strip in front of us to the enticing rhythm of loud music. Not wanting to have anything get the way of our entertainment,...

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The Dream

The DreamI had a most peculiar dream about you. It was incredibly corny but I want to tell it to you anyway. It was about you and it’s not often that I get the pleasure of dreaming of you. Prior to the dream I was laying on the sofa watching a film down stairs. At some point I must have fallen asleep.The next thing I knew it was daytime. The light was shining through the curtains. I was still laying on the sofa, my trousers still on the floor so that I don’t over heat beneath the blanket. I...

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Dreams I Cannot Dream Ch 01

Your votes and comments are much appreciated. A massive vote of thanks to my editors tishadomina and AwkwardMD ‘She wasn’t doing a thing that I could see, except standing there leaning on the balcony railing, holding the universe together.’ ― J.D. Salinger * * One hundred and sixty-six days. That was how long I had been dying but not yet dead. My eyes kept seeing, my ears kept hearing and my heart kept up its futile rhythm of pumping blood to all parts of my body. At that moment, much...

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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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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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Becoming A Dream

Note: Ramapo originally wrote a story called "Transitions" in the lesbian genre. I always thought he/she got one of the genders wrong. Here then is my timid attempt to fix that mistake. I've changed the names and some of the details, but this is essentially a re-write of Ramapo's original... and some others, which can be found at Nifty. While I write rarely (Best Friends, Mother's Milk), and mostly for myself, I hope you like it. As always, if you shouldn't read this, don't....

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Dream MasterChapter 11 Out on a limb

Jimmy Once again, Amber had to catch Christine as she almost fell off the bed. The difference was that this time she was awake, or at least conscious, sort of — it was still a dream after all. She was also white as a sheet. "David?" She looked from me to Amber and back again. "But you said ... Oh my god! You're her master? You're Jimmy?" "Yes." "And you're sixteen?" "I'm afraid so." "Oh ... my ... God! This isn't happening. I'm dreaming! That's it; I must be...

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SRU Essence of Dream Girl

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The Strangest Dream

It was the strangest dream. I was with my college buddies, heading to our usual strip club. I even remember how happy we all had been at finding a parking spot right in front of the entrance.   We went up the stairs like the hormone driven men that we were, looking forward to seeing some of the hottest girls we had ever seen strip in front of us to the enticing rhythm of loud music. Not wanting to have anything get the way of our entertainment, we all sat right at the edge of the dance floor.  ...

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Dream ScapeChapter 3

I had just got up the next day and was making coffee when someone was beating on my door. It was Pete. I let him in and asked what he was doing over so early? He told me he needed to talk to me. He told me that I would never believe what happened. "Okay, Pete, what happened?" I asked. "I had a dream last night and you were in it," he said. "So, what's the big deal that you had a dream, and why the hell are you dreaming of me?" I laughed. "It's not like that, Ben. I never had a...

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Lydias DreamChapter 2

Arriving at the cabin, I again parked in the visitor space near the front door. Pam was absorbed in one of the books and only looked up as I turned off the engine. I walked around the car and opened her door. She smiled, marked her spot in the book and gathered the others. We unloaded the groceries and her CVS bag. She put her purchases in the bedroom as I put away the food and stacked the beer in the fridge. After bringing in more kindling, I used old newspapers to build a new fire. She...

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