Part 4 Beyond Dreamscape
- 4 years ago
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All characters are over the age of 18.
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The wind blew harder than normal on that day, bringing with it the storm clouds. The sky darkened and the air cooled as the heavens released their pent up frustration. In a flash the streets below were lit up, followed by the growl of an angry beast that echoed through the alleyways and sewer systems. The street lights tried to flicker to life much like a candle struggling in the wind. The steady hum of the bulbs were drowned out by the growling and hammering of the sky.
Another flash of light raced through the sky, the only thing on the on the streets were the pouring rain and a single man. Bag slung over his shoulder he walked down the middle of the road, the rain clung to his jacket, soaking him to the bone. The wind struck him trying to impede his pace but it was no use. He kept his steady pace as he made his way down the street.
Another roar ripped across the skies, the distant sound of a barking dog following. This town has seen more gloom and rain than most. The only shining light for him in these stormy times were a little coffee shop off the main road that sat right on the corner.
While everything else was closed the shop was still lively or those who never let the storms kill their spirits. The man reached the door of the shop, when he opened it and stepped inside the warmth wrapped around in him a tight embrace, striking away the hold the beastly storm had on him. Soft music and the smell of roasting coffee caressed his senses.
He dropped his bag onto the floor and pealed the jacket from his body. The regulars were eagerly awaiting for the open mic night to start. The local talent that braved the storm just to perform. The man looked at the menu, it consisted of coffees that one would expect. His eyes drifted to a second menu that listed a bunch of different beers, all of them from local breweries.
‘So what can I get for you?’ a woman’s voice came from the mans side, he looked over towards the counter.
The woman behind the counter stood at five foot five with a slim build and auburn hair that was buzzed on the sides and back but long enough on top to be put into a small mohawk if she had the desire, but at this moment it laid flat.
Her skin was pearl white with lips that resembled the color of crimson. The jeans she wore hugged her body much like a second skin, her shirt just long enough to cover her stomach. He knew that if she were to reach for anything above her head or stretch that it would expose her.
The young man found her breath taking, he cleared his throat and spoke, ‘I would like an oatmeal stout please.’ He gave her a smile and she smiled back, now whether or not it was a genuine smile or she was just returning his it didn’t matter because it was beautiful to watch a smile cross over her face.
‘I’ve never seen you before, is it your first time here?’ her voice was calm and smooth as she spoke to him.
‘Yeah first time here, it seems very welcoming. And after walking for as long as I have it is exactly what I need.’ He pulled out his wallet as she came back with his drink and she let out a little laugh.
‘You’ve been walking in this? That either takes a brave soul of a very stupid one.’ He pulled out some cash and nodded.
‘You could say it is a little bit of both really. Though I find walking is much more fun and allows for more adventures.’ He had a smile on his face as he paid for his drink.
She returned his smile and handed him his drink. He walked over to a small door that was next to the stage which went out to a small waist high fenced area with metal tables and covered from the rain.
He set his beer down on the metal table before reaching into his pocket and pulling out his smokes. He grabbed out and brought it to his mouth, it hung from his lips unmoving even as the wind tried to rip it away from him.
His lighter came out and soon it produced a little red cherry. Dragging in the smoke brought warmth to his chest, as he exhaled the wind shipped the smoke around him just as rain started to fall even harder. Music started pelting the window behind him, the menthol scent mixing with the rain.
He grabbed his beer and took a sip, as he set it back on the table the door behind him opened up and the woman from behind the counter came out and lit a smoke of her own.
The young man gave her a smile and she returned one. ‘So what was your name?’ the woman asked as she exhaled the vanilla scented smoke.
‘I’m Michael, it’s a pleasure to meet you.’ he said then took another drag.
‘Well Michael, I’m Jessica it is nice to meet you as well.’
Lightning struck in the distance causing a car alarm to be heard. The music died down and was replaced with clapping as the first performer got off the stage, Michael took one final drag before dropping it to the ground and stomping it out with a quiet scrape.
He picked up his beer and tilted it towards Jessica, ‘This beer is really good, I haven’t had it before, where is it from?’ He took another sip as she exhaled her last drag.
‘It’s a local beer brewed in the next town.’ She dropped her smoke and stomped it out and turned for the door.
Michael followed back into the warm shop. She went back to the her position behind the counter as Michael sat down on the worn leather couch that faced the stage. He set his beer down on the table in front of him.
Dark rings littered the table from years of coffee mugs being set and bumped. He leaned back and look around, in front of where he was sitting was the stage, on one side was the window that over looked the area he was at moments ago.
Old and broken guitars hung from hooks by the window, the other side of the stage were book cases fill from stop to bottom with books and old unopened beer cans. To the right of the stage were the tables, benches lined the walls on both sides. Behind him was the counter and bathroom as well as a couple more tables and a large window.
He brought his glass back to his lips as the next person got up on stage. While the young man was playing the storm outside got worse, the wind picked up so much that a car parked near the curb was lifted up onto to wheels and slammed back down onto all fours.
Michael jumped at the sound and the man playing on state stopped mid song as everyone’s eyes were drawn towards the window. The lights flickered as the car was lifted again and slammed once more. The lights quickly shut off which was met by an audible gasp. Michael turned his head away from the window and went back to sipping his beer, Jessica looked over at Michael who was sitting there calmly.
Everyone else started to get up and gather their things, with the power out the vibe seemed to die down quickly. After a few minutes everyone had left but Michael and Jessica. He finished his beer as she sat down next to him and pulled a hoodie over her.
‘So with the power out I’m going to have to close up.’ she said as she brought her knees to her chest ash she looked over at him.
With hardly any light entering the shop and the only sound being the wind and rain outside and the quiet breathing from the two remaining occupants made the moment very intimate. Thunder rolled making the windows shake, Jessica jumped and grabbed onto his arm and buried her face into his shoulder. As another boom rocked the shop she let out a little yelp.
‘It’s strange that you are reacting this way, the storm has been going on since I walked in here.’ he laughed as she gripped his arm tighter, her body visibly shaking.
‘That’s because there were distractions…I don’t like thunder.’ she looked up at him just as another roar ripped through the streets causing her to drop her head again.
Michael once again let out a small laugh, ‘You know you wont be able to lock up if you stay attached to my arm like that.’
She let out a small laugh herself and let g
o of his arm, ‘Sorry…Hell I don’t even know you , yet I was on your arm like we were dating.’
The thunder moved away from the shop but the heavy rain stayed, ‘You know I didn’t mind you grabbing my arm like that.’ he said with a smile as he stood up and stretched.
Jessica smiled and stood up as well. ‘Time for you to close up and head home, it was nice meeting you Jessica.’
Michael went over by the door and put on his still damp jacket before reaching down and grabbing his bag.
He placed his hand on the door just as she called out from behind, ‘Could you walk me home? I don’t live that far from here…please?’
He turned and looked at her with a smile and gave her a nod, ‘Sure, it would be my pleasure.’
She smiled and jumped a little before running into the back to grab her stuff. She came back with her umbrella and a smile. They stepped outside and both lit up a smoke almost at the same time. They started to walk to the left of the shop and passed by a church, the rain lightened up but was still strong enough to make a small symphony when the drops collided with the metal of and rough fibers of the tree leafs.
While they walked he held the umbrella for her instead of both of them being under like she had suggested a few times. When they finally stopped it was in front of a small apartment building. They made their way to her door and when she turned to thank him she noticed he was once again soaked to the bone.
His dirty blonde hair plastered to his face, his jacket and pants wore on him like a second skin.
‘Oh my god! You have to be freezing, you are coming inside and I’m not taking no for an answer.’
Before Michael could even protest he was dragged inside her apartment. It was a small one bedroom, the kitchen was to the left as they entered with a small washer and dryer tucked away in a closet to their left. In front of the kitchen was a small living room with a couch against the wall and hand drawn pictures hanging above it.
There was a TV across from the couch next to a door that led into the bedroom. In side the bedroom the walls were purple and in the center was a queen size bed and a cherry wood dresser to the right next to a small closet hallway that lead to the bathroom.
Michael took off his boots and set them by the door, Jessica closed the door behind them and went over towards the bathroom to grab a towel.
‘You can go a head and get undressed, I’ll be right back.’
He walked into the kitchen and did just that, he dropped his jacket to the floor and it crumpled under its wet weight.
When Jessica came out from the bathroom she stopped dead in her tracks and stared wide eyed at him. Michael stood at five nine with slightly tanned skin and a muscular tone. He had a clock work tattoo in the center of his chest and two wings on his shoulder blades. His boxer briefs clung tightly to him leaving very little to her imagination.
He looked up at her and smiled, ‘Figured the kitchen would be the best place so I didn’t get your carpet wet.’
She blushed hard as her eyes scanned over his body, she walked over the counter and turned her head as she handed him the towel. He wrapped the towel around his waist before pulling his underwear off and gathering the rest of his clothes and draped them over the sink.
‘Thank you for the towel Jessica.’
She looked at him and stuttered out a response. ‘No…No problem, you…you should probably go and dry off.’
Michael nodded and walked into the bathroom closing the door behind him. Jessica went and sat on the couch before lighting a few candles to give the room some light, she leaned back on the couch and pulled her knees back up to her chest, her face still warm as the blush refused to leave.
‘Oh my god, I can’t believe I invited a man I literally just met to my house.’ she spoke quietly to herself and heard the bathroom door open a little later.
Michael came out with a new towel wrapped around his waist and leaned against the door frame.
‘So since my clothes are hang drying, I hope you don’t mind just the towel.’
He said as we walked over towards the couch and watched her scoot back.
‘Thank you for the towel, though with no power I’m going to be with out clothes for awhile, I’ll just let them…’
Before he could finish saying what he had to say she blurted out. ‘You can stay here for the night!’
She blushed even harder when she realized what she just said. Michael just smiled and as he sat down on the couch. The shadows from the candle light danced across his chest, she found her eyes once again scanning his body. As he yawned and stretched the light traced over his muscles.
Jessica didn’t notice that he was staring back at her until he spoke and broke her from the trance, ‘You must really like what you see if you are happy with burning a hole in my chest.’
He finished with a small chuckle as she tried to hide her face after being caught and tried to make it look like she hadn’t been staring.
‘I have no idea what you’re talking about, I haven’t even been looking at you.’ He just shook his head and smiled.
The wind was picking back up causing the rain the slam into the window. The room was lit up quickly as the sky erupted in what sounded like a bomb going off. Jessica jumped right into his lap and buried her face into his bare chest and started to violently shake. He softly wrapped her arms around her and brought her close.
‘It’s okay Jessica, it’s just thunder it can’t hurt you.’ He spoke calmly and quietly since her head was right against his chest.
She continued to shake as another flash lit up the room followed by another load roar. She pulled herself tighter into a ball trying to make herself as small as possible. Michael just shook his head and moved his hand to her chin to lift her face up. She looked into his as his lips pressed softly against hers.
She stopped shaking as her hand grasped at his chest, another crack of thunder rolled over the apartment and she leaned deeper into the kiss. Michael broke the kiss reluctantly, not wanting to part from her velvet lips.
Jessica reached up and pulled his face back towards her and just whispered,
‘No.’
She kissed him again while bring her arms up and wrapped them around her neck. No longer was this a kiss to distract from the thunder, it was now a kiss with passion and lust. His hands trailed down her cotton hoodie to the now exposed small of her back, his finger tips traced up her spine causing a gasp to escape from between her lips.
She adjusted herself so she was now straddling him and started to grind against his lap as they continued to kiss. Michael broke the kiss and softly pushed her away.
‘Look Jessica, I kissed you to distract you from the thunder. Now I’m not saying that I don’t want this because I sure as hell do. But the question is do you really want to do this or would this be something you regret in the morning.’
Jessica looked down at his bare chest the back up to his eyes as she bit her lip, you could tell she was struggling with the answer.
‘I do, I do want this…oh so very much.’
She smiled and leaned forward and kissed him again this time with force. Given the go a head he grabbed the base of her hoodie and shirt and pulled them up her body and over her head as she lifted her arms to help free herself. He threw the clothing to ground and ran his fingers over her soft skin. He looked down at the beautiful sight in front of him.
Held behind the black bra were small B cup breasts just waiting to be freed. Michael’s fingers trailed up to the clasp holding them and in one quick motion and it unhooked. Jessica reached up and slowly slid the straps off her shoulders and held the bra in place and gave him a smile before tossing it to the side.
He placed his hands on the small of her back and started to kiss down her n
eck, gently biting her collar bone caused a gasp to emanate from her lips. She let herself be supported by his hands as she leaned back allowing him access to more of herself.
He continued to trail kisses down her chest till he reached her perky nipples. His tongue danced around them before be took one into his warm waiting mouth. She let out a deep moan and ran her fingers into his hair as he gently bit down.
She started to grind into his lap once again, with each thrust the towel he was wearing started to come undone until the only thing left between them were her pants and underwear. Michael released the nipple from his mouth and in one swift motion picked her up and got off the couch, the edges of the towel falling from his thighs.
He set her gently down on the floor, she gasped at how quickly the change of position had went. She looked up into his eyes and smiled. He once again kissed down her chest, this time going between her breasts.
When his lips touched her stomach it retracted as her body gently shivered. He stopped just above the waist line of her pants and trailed his tongue across the line causing a soft moan to escape from her lips. He used his tongue and skillfully popped the button of her jeans, his mouth moving to the zipper, he placed it between his teeth and slowly pulled it down.
Michael’s hands trailed up her thighs, his fingers curling under the rim of her pants. She lifted her butt off the ground to help him remove them. With her pants off he tossed them to the side and started to kiss and nibble up her thighs, switching from one to other.
Jessica squirmed beneath him as he got closer to her inner thighs. He looked up and even in the faint candle light he could see the wet spot already soaking through on her pink boy shorts. His hands came to rest on her hips, his face only inches away from panties. The sweet aroma coming from between her legs filled his nose.
He breathed in her heavenly scent before reaching his tongue out and tracing her lips through the fabric. She let out a moan as his tongue to continued to tease, he continued to move his tongue, learning the indirect taste of what was soon to be his.
His finger tips slipped under the waist line of her panties and slowly pulled them down, and at last being tossed to the side. Her quivering pussy now free from its cotton prison glistened in the candle light, much like morning dew on a flower.
Michael ran his finger slowly over her pussy and came to rest above her clit causing her to take in a sharp breath. As his finger traced around the swelled hood, her fingers curled and grasped for something to hold on to.
He leaned back down and brought his mouth within inches of her lovely mound. His warm breath ran over her before he freed his tongue and slipped it slowly inside of her. Her sweet taste hit him as his tongue danced in circles. Jessica let out a sharp moan as his tongue explored every inch of her insides.
His finger continued to move in small circles around her clit, matching the speed of his tongue. The more he moved the louder Jessica’s moans became. He switched out his finger for his mouth, taking her clit inside his mouth as his finger slid inside of her and ran over her g-spot.
Her hands quickly came down and grabbed his hair as her moans got louder and more raspy. Jessica began to thrust her hips and clamped her thighs against his head as her body started to shake from her first orgasm.
‘OH GOD YES MICHAEL, YES!’ she continued to hold onto his head as the waves started to subside her thighs let off and fell back onto the floor.
He let go of her clit as he pulled his finger out from her and trailed his lips back up her body to her lips.
As he straddled her she looked into his eyes and smiled, he kissed her again before speaking.
‘You know there have been so many more cracks of thunder.’ She just nodded and ran her hand down his chest.
‘I heard them but didn’t care.’ She smiled as he hand reached its destination.
Her fingers wrapped around the shaft of his rock hard cock and started to stroke it slowly. She looked down at it then looked back up at him and licked her lips.
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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...
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...
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...
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 ControlRyan 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...
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...
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...
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...
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,...
"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...
Hi Dear hope u are fine, well i guess i brought this on myself and all i can say is that i must now tell u about my dream,i shouldnt have told u about it in the first place , but it had to do with a conversation we had earlier or better it was my subconcious interpretation of what i said. let me start from the end, how i woke up with a very big erection and my underpants had a very suspecious wetness to them, i knew why i can still remember the dream perfectly, i sat there in my bed smoking my...
Kevin's Dream I had the dream again last night. It used to be a once-in-a-while thing, now it seems like its happening every night, and I think I might be going crazy because of it. I mean, I'm a typical high-school boy, so why would I dream of being a girl? It always starts out the same - I go over to my girlfriend Tammy's house, and I change into her clothes. She doesnt seem to be freaked out by this, in fact in the dream she has a blast helping me strip the boy off of...
Perchance to Dream "Goodnight!" you type to me, finishing up another fun chat session. Anotherexhausting day behind you, you stretch in your computer chair and push backfrom the desk. It's almost 1am and you have to study again for most of theday tomorrow to get ready for your finals. You run your hands through your hair a few times to get it out of your eyes,and head over to your bed and begin taking your clothes off. A slight draftfrom one of the large windows in your room makes your nipples...