Sunday, April 12, 2009

HE FINALLY RETURNS

If you're dreaming, do you know it while you're dreaming? I remember resting my exhausted head on my pillow right before I had examined myself in a most thorough and satisfying way just moments before. I began to see light's of all different colors, of which I haven't got a clue from where they were coming from. There was music in the background, thinking my neighbors were being a little inconsiderate with their CD player. I thought of getting up and checking out the noise, but I kind of liked it, after all, it was just music, a strange and melodic type of music that was very nice and quite soothing. It wasn't anything I had heard before, and couldn't get over how soothing and even enchanting it was. As I rolled over, I could see it was daylight. Suddenly, my bedroom seemed to turn dark.

Thing's didn't seem to make sense, the strange music, daylight time when it was still dark outside, different colored lights in my room, strange music, and feeling quite content. Then darkness all around me. What was happening? I was way too comfortable to question anything, so I wanted to fall back to sleep when I noticed a form of some sort looking at me. Maybe someone came in? But didn't I lock the door last night? I didn't care, as I turned again, lying flat on my back, then arching my back tightly, protruding the entire front of my lean body to bulge out, stretching my form with my head going almost as far back as I could possibly bring it. My arms were stretched out from side to side, my hands clutching the sheets, with my legs spread open, only to bring them together again as if I was making 'angels' in the snow. I kept my body strong and tight, keeping it lifted. With my back still arched, as if lifted by ropes, you could have slid a large enough object underneath me without touching me. I kept myself in this position, as if it were some weird exercise. I could feel my breasts pretty much stay in place, and my belly began pumping up and down like a sexual flow of movement every time I took a breath. I don't know what came over me, but again, I felt so much comfort, even in this pose I was keeping. I felt like I wanted to yell out with satisfaction. I now bent my arms, but just a little bit. My head lifted forward, but not much. I wanted, no, I needed Dan to look at me, to look at my outstretched body. I felt like I was beginning to pulsate. All my limbs, all my muscles were beginning to shake, yearning for Dan to see every bit of me. My pose froze with desire.











The light turned from daylight to night in a flash and I didn't know why or what was happening. All I knew was that I needed my pulsating body to feel released, exhilarated. Without an explanation, the form that was looking at me was indeed examining my nude body, still in pose, his eyes lurking at every inch of my breasts, resting his hand on my belly. His eyes flowed downward, examining every bit of me. Suddenly, my outstretched arms wanted to move but couldn't. I felt like they were tied, but I knew they weren't. This man, or whatever it was that was looking at me from above my bed moved me on my side. My arms were now positioned above my head, and I felt his tongue run down my back to the inside of my thighs, licking me very seductively. His touch made my vagina wet, and although not knowing this man, and not knowing how he even got into my bedroom was suddenly not a concern. It should have been but it wasn't. He didn't speak, as if he was mute. He then turned me face up, allowing me to see his eyes. He was starring at me at very close range. He began talking to me but I couldn't hear him. He got in front of me, straddling me, putting his hands on each side of my upper torso, clutching my sides, feeling my rib cage, gliding his hands up and down upon them. He rested his head on my chest, kissing me between my breasts, then taking each one of them as if they were each luscious fruit to be devoured into his mouth.

As he talked to me, I could see his lips moving, saying words, but again, I couldn't hear him. How couldn't I hear what he was saying? He was right there in front of me, and yet I didn't hear a word. My breasts were being fondled, sucked and felt by him, and I wanted more. He brought himself upward, and I could see his sexual body, his form exquisite, with abdominals like I've never seen before. So ripped, so perfectly formed. He let me see him, knowing how I was enjoying him. My arms were now free, untied like I felt them to be earlier, and so I stroked his belly, feeling every muscle in his stomach as best as I could. I pressed into his waistline, digging my finger into his navel, feeling his outie. His penis was erect, but not ready to put inside of me yet. His long dark hair was down to his shoulders, and he was breathing heavily. He now turned me onto my side, then picking me up and putting me up against him. He now kissed my lips with passion, licking them, and biting me with desire. He layed me down facing him. He pressed my entire front body with his, this time feeling and messaging my belly with strokes so sensual that I could have cum based on that alone. His finger went into my navel now as I did to him, and was engrossed in all my crevasses, like a map of the human body, exploring every inch there is to feel, see, kiss, caress, and everything else his mouth, hands and penis could and did do. He again took his finger and pressed the edge of my belly button, all around the circumference, circling around it, then entering it again with his tongue, sucking it. It felt strange and sensual, as it made me quiver as he was doing it. He then put his finger in it again, feeling every inch of the 'coils' of my outie, the folding of the skin that makes it protrude out. He was in fact 'fucking my navel' and I loved every second of it. He paid attention to all things a woman loves a man to do, with his face now between my thighs, sucking them, only to lead his mouth on my clitoris that made me scream with pleasure that was unbearable, crazy and insane.










His kisses were insatisable, sliding his tongue over my lips, sucking them gently. Our tongues ran down each others faces, cradling the side of his face, and kissing his cheeks with softness and his lips with vigor. My vagina was now so wet and throbbing, I felt juices running onto the side of my thighs, and down my legs. His erect huge penis now entered me, feeling like a coke bottle in full throttle. Every thrust was like pushing a cannon into me, and it was big and hard and I screamed with joy of having such a man inside me, moving so fast and furious, so intense that we both fell off the bed. He never fell out of me, and we moved with hard thrusts so hard and dynamic that I thought the neighbors would call the police any second now. He lifted me back into bed, gently not disturbing entrance he had precisely waited for. He moved so perfectly inside me as to hit my clit with his cock, as I was screaming for him not to stop. His hands were gripping my ass, as if to rip my skin apart, and the sides of my legs as they were lifted up as high as they could reach. I wrapped my legs around his neck, gripping him as tightly as he was holding on to me. His moans were loud and clear and his facial features told the story of a man who had every muscle in his body tightened up so hard, withering into a euphoria that took his breath away every time he thrusted that big cock into me over and over again. This was not just to my body, but he spoke to my soul, and he could never leave to allow this to only happen once and then go back into thin air, an unknown place he seemed to come from. No, I couldn't allow this.


Was I dreaming? Was this reality? Was this really happening to me? It was as real as anything I had done, felt or experienced before, but, the reality I had experienced in the past with my 'phantom' had been real too, only to disappear and only to come at will. I could never find him, I could never track him down, or catch up with him after we briefly spoke that evening when he told me he was a new neighbor living above me when in truth, there was no upper floor above me. Even after we made such passionate love, he would vanish and not come back. So, was this another meeting again? Was this just another delightful yet made up dream that seemed to be real but really wasn't? I wanted an answer but all I could do was to hang on to this moment and not let it go. I was afraid the moment I close my eyes I would 'wake up' and he would be gone like it happened in the past. What was going on with me?








He was still pushing hard inside me as I now found myself facing downward, with sheets wet with saliva dripping from my mouth. I was moving vehemently with him like a mating ritual deep inside a jungle, holding me in place with his hands on my sides, clutching me on my waist and hip, his fingers working their way into my skin. The pressure is so great that I reach to touch the lower part of my belly and feel his dick through it. I can only yell out with each thrust as I keep my ass in position, then falling onto our sides, cumming with seizure like jerks, shaking and flapping around like lam seals just harpooned, vocalizing with loud strange sounds, with uncontrollable motions, gasping for our last breath.

I found his large arms wrapped around me, as we lay there on my bed filled wet with sweat and cum that filled my insides. I could feel him breathing against my body. He was taking deep breaths, slowly calming down from our lustful and what seemed insatiable acts of pleasures that needed to be repeated. I wanted to move just a little, rearranging my legs that were wrapped around his, but so afraid if I made a slight move he would disappear.


As I went to turn around facing his muscular body, my hands felt his wonderful chest, stomach and thighs as I eased my way downward to gaze at his marvellous penis. I took it gently, stroking it softly, and proceeded to put it in my mouth. It was delicious. It was big, and it was getting hard. I was in a zone I can't really explain. I felt myself in a dream like state, and afraid of waking up from it. Things still didn't seem to make sense. Things around me were so different that although I knew where I was, it felt as if I was somewhere else. I began sucking his penis with all the gentle force I had, and he woke up with sounds of pleasure I wanted to hear. He was saying, 'baby, I love this, don't stop, please don't stop', and started to move with my mouth, only for him to cum with great force that made me cum as well. With his penis in my mouth, I moved thrusting myself against the sheets that were between my legs, positioned so it would rub up against my vagina. It worked.

I wanted to see his eyes again, and I could now hear him talk. I wanted his face staring in mine. As I moved upward, I felt his thighs against my breasts, my hands sliding up his rib cage, then moving them forward, feeling his chest again and his shoulders. He was so strong. He just lye there with his eyes closed, and I was happy to know I was looking at this person, this being who had been staring at me from above my bed and not knowing how he got in my apartment to begin with. Was I delusional? Then I realized the 'music' wasn't playing anymore. There was a strange silence in the room, and saw the room fill with smoke like substance. It was so unclear. It was like the room had become 'foggy' and everything around me was so unfamiliar. Was I in my own bedroom? Where was I? I clenched onto the man in my bed, only for him to feel him slide downward and give me a wonderful treat as I did him. His tongue was now gently on my clitoris, and exploring my vagina with intense movement. He then roamed his fingers through my pubic hair, and told me how beautiful it felt. I couldn't take it any longer. He was all over it, his fingers, his entire mouth, making me shake with violent jerks. His finger touched me in just the right spot, continually stroking the very top part of my clit, while his tongue was in and out of me. He would then suck my entire vagina as I wither away, drinking my juices that ran out of me. I cried out, as if crying out for help, and it was as if my body was lifted to a different place.

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