Part 4 Beyond Dreamscape
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Please read the previous chapters before this one. There is a very important message before Chapter 1.
Chapter 5
Our bodies said it all.
Pam saw me stir and cooed, ‘Good morning Mr. Wood.’ She reached for my erection.
‘Very funny.’
‘You mean you’re not Mr. Morning Wood?’
‘Pam, I’ve got to go. Can you give me a moment?’ I almost ran to the bathroom.
Returning to the bedroom, I saw Pam looking out the window at the sunrise. I walked to her and lifted her into my arms like a baby. She squealed with excitement and wrapped her arms around my neck. With one arm under her knees and the other supporting her back, I carried her to bed. As I gently laid her down, she smiled and held her arms out to embrace me. The room was very cool and I pulled the sheet and quilt over her. I slipped under the covers and we hugged and kissed. Pam’s eyes showed the mischievous excitement I would see many times in the future.
She whispered, ‘I feel special.’
‘You are special.’ Just then her foot touched my leg. ‘Jeezz girl, those feet are like ice.’
She whined, ‘I’m sorry.’
‘Let me warm them for you. Turn your back to me and bend your knees so I can hold your feet.’ I slid down so they could be flat on my stomach, which is always one of the warmest parts of my body. Holding them against me, I massaged the tops with my warm hands. She relaxed as I slowly rubbed and cuddled her feet and ran my fingers over and between her toes.
‘That feels amazing. Can you do this for me every day?’
‘If they’re this cold, I will.’
In a few minutes, her feet were almost back to normal temperature and Pam turned to face me. She quietly whispered, ‘I really, really need you.’
‘Now?’
‘Yes, I need you now.’
I crawled under the covers and moved between her legs.
Since Pam remained covered by the sheet and quilt, she couldn’t see anything I did. She could only feel the touches and experience the sensations as I tended to her body. She bent her knees toward her chest. I supported her legs with her feet on my shoulders and slowly spread them open. It was so dark in the room and under the covers I couldn’t see what I was doing.
Her moaning and fidgeting were non-stop. I knew she was ready. I focused everything on her pleasure. She was quivering and breathing erratically with short gasps when I began my special finger technique.
As her excitement built, she grabbed at my hair and pulled like she was trying to force my head into her. Pam moaned loudly. The spasms hit her like a truck. She bucked, twisted and whimpered trying to get away from me. Her body twitched and bounced as she tried to close her legs and roll away. I held on. She screamed and water erupted from her as tingling heat singed every nerve in her body.
As soon as my relief came, I threw off the covers and ran for a bath towel while Pam tried to catch her breath.
As I flung open the bedroom door, Jerri was standing there with her hand in her panties and an excited look on her face. Of course, I was naked so I brushed right on by and ran to the bathroom as Jerri ran down the hall the other way to her bedroom.
When I returned, Pam was struggling to untangle herself from the sheet and blanket. I ‘helped’ by throwing the covers over her head and began trying to sop up the fluids. After a moment, she was able to crawl out from the covers once again and I got my first good look at her face.
She was flushed bright pink and covered with perspiration. Her hair was matted and tears were rolling down her face.
‘What’s wrong sweetheart?’
She struggled but finally whispered, ‘Not a thing.’
‘Why are you crying?’
‘I cry when I’m happy.’
‘So I did alright?’
‘I don’t have the words to describe it. What were you doing to me?’
‘It’s a secret. Can you get up? I need to pull off the sheet and pad now.’ She struggled out of bed and stood naked as I removed all the bed linens. It took a while to get the two sheets and pad off. The sheets were really tangled with the quilt. Pam still looked dazed.
Someone knocked lightly on the door and Pam, without even thinking, said to come in. In walked a fully clothed Jerri.
‘Oh, I’m sorry, I thought you’d be dressed.’
I said, ‘That’s okay. We don’t have anything you haven’t seen before.’ I walked over to get underwear as she talked.
‘I came to apologize.’ Of course, Pam had no idea why. ‘I was walking past your room and heard Pam screaming and moaning. It just got the best of me so I eavesdropped and I shouldn’t have. I’m very sorry.’
Pam responded, ‘No problem. I probably would have done the same to you. I’m sorry I was so loud.’
Jerri nodded her head and turned to walk out but stopped, turned to me and said, ‘I wish you’d teach David whatever it was you did to her.’ I smiled. She grinned, walked out and closed the door.
****
After our bathroom duties, we dressed and carried the bed linens down to the laundry room. As we loaded them into the washer, Ruth walked in and asked if she could help.
‘No thanks, Mom. We had a little accident so I’m washing the sheets.’
Ruth smiled and replied, ‘Yeah, I heard the screaming. Brought back some old memories.’
Pam and I glanced at each other and all three of us laughed.
‘Are you two ready for breakfast?’
I volunteered. ‘Let me take charge of that. Pam will be glad to help.’
‘Mom, he makes wonderful pancakes. Do you have corn meal?’
‘I always have cornmeal, sweet. It’s in the freezer. I’ll pull it out.’
‘Do you have any bacon or sausage?’
‘Of course dear. It’s in the fridge.’
Once the washer started filling, Pam and I walked to the kitchen. Jerri was already there making a pot of coffee. The girls hugged and kissed cheeks. Jerri and I grinned at each other.
‘Tom’s going to make the best pancakes you’ve ever tasted.’
‘Great. So he really does cook.’
‘No I don’t. Making pancakes and grilling are not the same as cooking. Pam is a cook. I just watch and try to stay out of her way.’
Pam replied, ‘Jerri, why don’t we cook together this afternoon like we once did?’
‘That’d be fun. After lunch, we can toss out ideas and decide what to do.’
Then the devious Pam joined the discussion. ‘Maybe we could get Mom to invite her boyfriend for dinner.’
Jerri exclaimed, ‘Yes! Great idea. Where’s Mom?’
I replied, ‘I think I saw her walking to her bedroom.’
Pam cut in, ‘Why don’t we ask her at breakfast?’
****
When the pancakes and bacon were ready, Pam carried the platters into the dining room and Jerri went to get her mom. Once we all assembled and said the blessing, everyone attacked the food. Jerri commented, ‘These pancakes are fantastic. I saw you added cornmeal but what are the proportions?’
‘I substitute about a third of the flour with cornmeal. It’s not precise and you can do more or less.’
Ruth chimed in, ‘The flavor and texture is really good with the syrup. Girls, we need to make a note of this.’
We continued to talk about food, the weather and Thanksgiving plans. Then Pam brought up the subject of the hour. ‘Mom, Jerri and I are planning to cook for tonight’s dinner. We were thinking it’d be good for you to invite your friend. We’d love to meet him.’
Ruth responded, ‘Sweet, I already have. I was planning on fixing dinner for everyone including him. He’s coming at 6:00.’
Both girls reached over to grasp their mom’s hands. They were giggling and squealing like teenyboppers. Jerri exclaimed, ‘Mom, that’s wonderful! What’s his name?’
‘Rudy Anderson.’
‘Tell us all about him.’
‘Well, we go to church together. He lost his wife to cancer about a year ago. I’ve known him for a few years. We started sitting together at church and then he asked me to dinner and
we’ve become good friends.’
Pam asked, ‘Is that all?’
‘Yes sweet. Unlike you girls, I believe in taking things gradually.’
Pam came back, ‘You mean you haven’t even spent the night together?’
‘No, not yet.’
Jerri cut in, ‘What’s wrong with him?’
‘Nothing is wrong with him, as far as I know.’
I butted in, ‘Now girls, stop pestering your mom. Ruth and Rudy are both mature adults.’ Everyone resumed eating but I saw Jerri and Pam glance and smile at each other.
After breakfast, Jerri and Pam insisted on cleaning up while Ruth and I enjoyed the fire in the living room. It was the first time that just the two of us were alone.
‘Tom, I appreciate you bringing Pam home. I know it was difficult for her to come.’
I responded, ‘Pam was a conflicted young lady. I think she wanted to come but was very embarrassed by her treatment of you and Jerri. She even felt that she was responsible for Richard’s death.’
Ruth was shocked. ‘Oh no! Surely not! Richard had an inoperable heart defect and we’d known for years that he’d eventually die from it. None of us expected it’d be so soon. We just never told the girls. You know how that is.’
‘Of course. But somehow, in her mind, she linked Jerri telling her Richard was heart broken when she left with the fact that he died from a heart attack.’
‘Richard and I were heartbroken for a while. But we slowly realized that we needed to let her go out into the world and just trust that God would take care of her. We prayed for her every day. He and I had to grow into the fact that we couldn’t protect our girls forever. But we still loved her and wanted her to be happy. We looked forward to seeing her occasionally. It was a big event when she called.’
‘I think it’d be good for you and Pam to talk through that. She clearly misunderstood and she’s carried around a lot of guilt. I think that affected her relationship with you and Jerri.’
‘I will. I’ll get both of them together and set the record straight. Thank you for letting me know.’
We sat quietly and watched the fire. We could hear the girls good-natured bantering and joking in the kitchen. Pam suddenly squealed and then Jerri began screaming and laughing. Ruth and I went to check.
Pam had a straw and a glass of water chasing Jerri into the dining room trying to blow the water on her.
Ruth yelled, ‘Pam, what are you doing?’
‘Mom. She just blew water all over me. I’m paying her back.’
‘Girls! Please show Tom how adult you can be. You’re making a mess!’
‘I’m sorry. We’ll clean it up. It’s only water,’ Pam replied.
We returned to the fire and, as we sat, heard Pam squeal one more time before they both started laughing.
Ruth shook her head and continued. ‘I’ve seen an amazing change in Pam this week. She’s still full of energy but there’s something very different-almost like she now has a new outlook on life. She’s much happier and not nearly as focused on herself as she was.’
‘I think she does have a new outlook. We’ve talked a lot since we met and have spent several days together. We both think God has brought us together and that it’s now up to us to decide our future.’
‘Tom, you and I both know that love is a lot more than sex. After the pleasure comes real life. You and I have been there during the rough times when our worlds were falling apart. We’ve struggled with life and losing our spouses. Sex is wonderful and it brings a lot of temporary happiness and joy. But you wake up in the morning and must face the rest of the world and its challenges. The only thing I ask is that you and Pam make sure you’re truly in love with each other before thinking about marriage. I’m not so much worried about you as I am about her. All her life, she has been impulsive and does things she immediately regrets. She seems to be better now but I think she still has a lot of growing up to do.’
‘Pam is the first to admit she’s made a lot of mistakes and I think she doesn’t really trust her own judgment right now. But she and I are working on that. She was the first to say she wanted to come here and apologize to you. She is starting to make good decisions and to take responsibility. Thank you for loving her through all of this. I know it’s not been easy.’
‘Tom, at dinner tonight, would you ask the blessing for us?’
‘I’d be honored.’
The girls joined us and the conversation turned to plans for the day. And, as usual when women get together, the subject turned to shopping. Jerri kicked it off, ‘Mom, Pam and I’d like to take you shopping this morning. How about we go to that big outlet mall up the interstate above Spartanburg?’
‘That sounds like fun. Can Tom also go?’
Jerri responded, ‘Of course! I’m sure Tom loves to go shopping with three women. Don’t you Tom?’
I knew what I wanted to say but then decided to say what I should say. ‘Absolutely! Maybe I can find a few men’s stores while you three hit the others.’
With that decided, the ladies scrambled to get dressed and their makeup on. I sat and read the newspaper and gazed at the fire.
In 45 minutes, we were ready and all three women were chatting non-stop. You’d think it was Christmas and they were all six-year olds. It took about an hour to drive up to Gaffney, where the Premium Outlet Mall was located. It was very large with 75 stores.
The girls headed to Ann Taylor, Coach, Chico’s, Gap, Hanes and few others I’ve forgotten. I hit Polo, Van Heusen, Eddie Bauer and Tommy Hilfiger. Many times, I’d get a call on my cell to meet at least one of them at the car so they could drop off bags.
When it was time for Jerri’s run, I met her there and opened the trunk. After putting the bags in, she stopped to talk.
‘Tom, I want to thank you for your advice last night. I called David this morning and we’re going to a nice resort next week, for the entire week. He loved the idea. We assured each other of our love and commitment to get through this. I’ve already started dripping on Pam for her to tell me what you did that caused such screaming. Maybe I can teach my hubby.’ She then leaned in and kissed me on the cheek. ‘Pam is a very lucky young lady.’
Around 2:00 pm, everyone decided that enough was enough so we headed home. After a quick stop at a burger place, we were home an hour later. Once the 15 or so bags were unloaded, the girls changed into jeans and went to the kitchen. They were now getting serious about dinner.
Pam asked, ‘Mom, is Rudy partial to any particular meat or vegetable?’
‘He’s not so much into fish and seafood. The times we’ve gone out, he ordered steak, veal or chicken. I think as far as veggies go, he pretty much likes them all.’
‘What about soup?’
‘Yeah, I’ve fixed soup for him and he loved it.’
After some ten minutes of debate, the sisters decided on a menu. The first course would be a creamy onion soup with a Gruyere cheese topping. Next would be a small green salad with croutons and bacon bits. The main course would be a grilled veal chop with a mac and cheese casserole and oven roasted mixed vegetables. Dessert would be vanilla ice cream with a black walnut chocolate sauce. The girls decided it was best for Ruth to do the black walnut cake for Rudy on another day.
Pam and I headed to the grocery while Jerri and Ruth cracked the walnuts and worked on the veggies. By 5:00, everyone was busy in the kitchen. Pam’s job was the soup and salad. I was responsible for grilling the chops. Ruth worked on the chocolate walnut sauce and the mac and cheese. Jerri set the table, straightened the living room, cleaned the bathroom and vacuumed. She’d do the roasted veggies just before they were served.
As I flipped through a magazine in the living room, I couldn’t help but hear the camaraderie in the kitchen. All three were joking, recalling the good times and talking about the future. Ruth left after a while to feed the chickens. That’s when
Jerri asked Pam about her plans. I suppose they forgot I was in the next room.
‘I’m going to Chattanooga to be with Tom. And I think I’m going back to college and get a degree in childhood education. I’ve always thought about being an elementary school teacher.’
‘So my baby sister is finally going to settle down.’
‘Yeah, its time I get serious about life.’
‘Well, from what I can tell, you’ve picked the right guy. Now tell me, how did you two meet? You were in Charlotte and he was in Chattanooga.’
‘Do you promise not to tell Mom?’
‘Uh, okay.’
‘I broke into a cabin he owns on Lake Lanier.’
‘YOU WHAT?’
‘I did, and he caught me. I was running away from a boyfriend who’d beat me up. I felt I was in danger and had to get out of Charlotte fast. I ended up at the lake and found a hidden key to his house. I was there about a week and then he showed up. Oh, here comes Mom. I’ll tell you the rest later. You’re NOT going to believe it.’
I quietly walked up to the bedroom, to avoid embarrassing the girls, and changed clothes for dinner. In a few minutes, Pam walked in.
‘Oh, you’ve already changed. I came up to do that.’
‘Okay, but your clothes are down the hall in your bedroom.’
‘Yes, but the guy I’m going to kiss is in here.’ She walked over, pushed me back onto the mattress and climbed up to straddle my chest. She leaned down with her hands beside my head and kissed me for a long time as I fondled her bottom.
****
Shortly before 6:00 pm, we were sitting in the living room as a car drove in. Ruth said, ‘That’s probably Rudy.’ She went to the door and walked onto the porch. As soon as the front door closed, the girls ran to the window and peeked out.
Jerri said, ‘He’s handsome.’
Pam replied, ‘Nice car.’
Then they both squealed, ‘They kissed!’
Pam turned to me, ‘Tom, they kissed!’
I smiled, ‘I know. I heard you the first time.’
The girls quickly ran to their seats just before the door opened. Ruth came in followed by Rudy. All of us stood to greet him and be introduced.
‘My goodness, Ruth, your daughters are beautiful.’
All three ladies smiled and said, ‘Thank you!’ in unison. The girls had made room on the sofa for Rudy and Ruth to sit together.
Jerri kicked off the interrogation. ‘Rudy, we’ve heard a little about you. I grew up here on the farm but I don’t remember you. Did you move here recently?’
‘Actually, Jerri, I grew up in Spartanburg and went through high school there. After that I went to a technical training institute and became a certified auto mechanic. I’ve always loved working on cars so that was an ideal career for me. I worked for a couple of dealerships in Spartanburg and Charlotte.’
Pam replied, ‘I wish I had known you when I lived in Charlotte. Maybe you’d have talked me out of the bucket of rust I bought.’ Everyone laughed.
Ruth added, ‘Rudy now works at the BMW plant.’
Pam exclaimed, ‘That explains that gorgeous car he’s driving!’
Rudy replied, ‘Yeah, the employees get a very good deal if we buy one.’
I asked, ‘What job do you have at the plant?’
‘I’m the shift foreman in the testing and inspection area at the end of the line. My team has to do the final quality testing and examination before a car is released for shipment. It has to be perfect.’
I replied, ‘That’s a critical job. So if anything is wrong when a car is delivered, it’s your fault?’
‘Most of the time, but it could have been damaged in transit so anything cosmetic is not an issue. If we have a return for a defective part, then a report comes back to me and we have to look through all the inspection records and see if we can figure out what happened. Sometimes, one of my guys just didn’t do a thorough job and a defective part got past us. If that happens too often, we replace the employee.’
Jerri replied, ‘But Mom said you live a couple of miles down the road.’
‘That’s right. I do now. My uncle Bob Lawrence owned a farm here.’
Jerri responded, ‘Oh sure, I remember him. Really nice man.’
Pam added, ‘I used to ride my bike down there to see a friend who lived across the road. He had a beautiful farm.’
‘Bob died several years ago and I was his next of kin. My wife, Grace, and I moved here from Spartanburg and I became a gentleman farmer, so to speak.’
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Love StoriesIntroduction: A young man has been dreaming of being held as a female sex slave by a man and decides to tell his best friend about these dreams. Michaels Dream Story: #41 Copyright 2008 Written: July 25 2008 A story By: KaosAngel Proofed by: KaosAngel Please send any comments about this story to ([email protected]) ******************************************** Note: I dont have any knowledge of Gender Reassignment Surgery(Sex Change) if some things in this story do not make sense it is due...
Paula and Isabella had woken up before the sun came up and were already working around the house as the first slivers of light appeared over the horizon. Paula was taking a few plates from the cupboard for them to put breakfast on. She stopped for a moment when Isabella walked up behind her and kissed her gently on the back of the neck caressing her bare buttocks at the same time before moving on the grab a few eggs.It had been nearly a month since that first encounter in the study and they had...
Love StoriesIt's the middle of the night. I just woke up from a very strange dream. We were sitting at a table. I have no idea where it was, and I guess it doesn't matter. I think it must have been some kind of sidewalk cafe. The table was very small, really just large enough to hold two cups of coffee and our two sets of elbows. We were sitting across from each other. You were wearing your green top, the one you have on in the picture you sent me. When I see you in my mind, you're wearing...
My darling, It’s the middle of the night. I just woke up from a very strange dream. We were sitting at a table. I have no idea where it was, and I guess it doesn’t matter. I think it must have been some kind of sidewalk cafe. The table was very small, really just large enough to hold two cups of coffee and our two sets of elbows. We were sitting across from each other. You were wearing your green top, the one you have on in the picture you sent me. When I see you in my mind, you’re wearing...
This is Julie...In college I'm studying Philosophy and Religious Studies. But for as long as I can remember I've always been fascinated by United States history and politics too. So it wasn't so surprising that the other day, as I was lounging nude on my garden chair, I began pondering about how we can have a better country and world.The inspiring words of Robert F. Kennedy came to me:“There are those who look at things the way they are, and ask why. I dream of things that never were, and ask...
Monday, November 24th, 2014 – The Mansion I was exhausted when I crawled into bed next to Mary. The world seemed to be ending. Ever since I killed Lilith, the sun had been eclipsed, and the moon had become the color of blood. Panic gripped the planet; gripped me. Lucifer was dead, but he wasn't the only Power I freed from the Abyss. Dagon, Chemosh, Astarte, Baal-zebub, Asherah, Hadad, Marduk, Tammuz, Milcom, and Ashtoreth were all carving the world between them, their demonic hordes...
Story: #41 Copyright ©2008 Written: July 25 2008 A story By: KaosAngel Proofed by: KaosAngel Please send any comments about this story to ([email protected]) ******************************************** Note: I don’t have any knowledge of Gender Reassignment Surgery(Sex Change) if some things in this story do not make sense it is due to that lack of knowledge. ******************************************** "BEEEP, BEEEP, BEEEEP" The sound of the alarm woke Michael...
After an exciting, pleasurable and surprising experience with Mark and Anne, — surprising because they had never imagined meeting a couple so much like them at Catan's Masquerade — Jack and Steph showered before getting dressed, saying warm good-byes to Mark and Anne, and leaving the club.As they relaxed on the drive to Phil's lake house on the south side of the lake, they looked forward to the peace and quiet there. "Are Amy and Phil going to be there?" Steph asked. On the one hand, it would...
Wife LoversSEXY DREAM NOTE: THIS IS MY DREAM I HAD SEEN AND I LIKE TO SHARE IT WITH YOU HOPE YOU WILL NOT MIND TO GO THROUGH IT. BUT I HAVE SMALL REQUEST PLEASE WHILE READING IT PLEASE FEEL IT THAT IT IS HAPPENING OR HAPPENED WITH YOU LIKE THAT .THEN ONLY YOU WILL REALLY ENJOY THIS DREAM STORY VERY INTERESTING OR ELSE IT WILL BE LIKE READING A LESSON IN YOUR BOOK. BY SAYING THIS I AM STARTING MY DREAM STORY FOR YOU WHICH I REALLY SAW IT.IF YOU GET HURT WHILE READING THIS THEN I AM EXTREMELY DORRY FOR...
I dreamed I had Denise absolutely at my fingertips. I know I couldn't do that in reality to her, but it was a dream. After a long foreplay I had her finally tied with her belly down and her ass up. But she was curiously tied. Not hands and feet, firmly in leather and chains in an X over the bed. Her legs, from feet to knees were firmly tied and her breasts also, with big broader leather straps. Denise couldn't move those parts. Her head was free to move so I guess I could kiss her. But her...
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...
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...
*** 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...
(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...
“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...
Gay MaleTake 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...
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...
SupernaturalTwenty 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...
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,...
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...
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...
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...
LesbianWater 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...
--- 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...
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...
SupernaturalDream. 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...
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...
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...
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...
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...
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,...
IncestI 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...