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Subject: {ASSM} Only in My Dreams by Pami (M/F bd f-solo)
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This story contains sexual words, acts, and themes. If you aren't 21, go away.
If you don't think this is normal where you live, go away. If, on the other
hand, you ARE 21, and you DO think its normal, and you like this sort of
thing... read on...
This is my offering for the Halloween story event. Unless I come up with
another. If you like it, email me, ok? If you hate it, maybe you SHOULDN'T
email me. ;-)
Check out my repost of my past Halloween story "The Masque" and more at my
site. www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Authors/Pami/www/ Courtesy of Rui Jorge's expertise and Rey's site.
And now... on with the show....
Only in My Dreams by Pami (M/F bond f-solo)
"Let it go, Kathryn.! Let GO..."
They were the words that stuck in her mind as she woke from the frenzied dream.
She was panting as if she had sprinted down the block, and she was sweating
although she had kicked off her covers. She looked at the clock across the
room. 1:47 am, it read, the greenish glow cast by the numbers faintly
illuminating the bedroom. Kathryn struggled to remember the dream that had
awoken her but all she could remember was a faint impression of being
frightened and a burning sexual need that was still imprinted on her body.
She shifted on the bed, and grimaced as she felt the wet spot underneath her
bottom. She was as aroused as she could remember being, and she knew that it
was all due to the dream. Her hand slipped down to her wetness. Her silky
nightgown had twisted itself above her hips, and her pussy was exposed to her
waiting fingers. Kathryn slipped a finger between her moist lips and sighed as
she came into contact with the slickness of her engorged clit. She rubbed
lightly back and forth over the tiny kernel of flesh, moaning at the pleasure
that rushed through her. She spread her legs further and pulled her knees up
so that her feet were flat on the bed beneath her. Pulling her clit through
her fingers, she felt almost as if she were jerking herself off, or what she
imagined it would be like if she had a cock instead of a pussy between her
legs.
It wouldn't take long, she thought fleetingly, as she moaned softly. She felt
the pleasure build inside her and as she crested the peak into orgasm, she had
a vivid vision of blazing green eyes burning themselves into her soul as she
cried out her pleasure.
Relaxed, Kathryn rolled over and went back to sleep.
**************************************************
Kathryn started awake with a small scream. Her entire body was suffused with
warmth and she could feel her juices puddling underneath her body. Her face
felt flushed and she was sexually aroused. She glanced over at the clock
through the darkness. 3:58 was the time according to the flourescent numerals
glowing on the front of it. She had a memory of a man's laughter ringing in
her ears, and somehow she knew that it was the man she had been dreaming about
for weeks now. She couldn't put the dream together, but each time she had it
she woke up with her body on fire with lustful cravings. Each time, Kathryn
could remember small details of a male presence. So far she had an image of
thick dark curling hair atop a swarthy complected man with green eyes. She was
mesmerized by the emotions this dream engendered in her. Every night she awoke
in the middle of the night she was bathed in a mixture of fright,
mortification, and carnal need.
This night was no different, and her right hand slipped easily to her dripping
pussy. She was so close to orgasm, and tonight she flicked briefly over her
clit before dropping her fingers to the tiny hole that was generating so much
heat. Kathryn slipped her forefinger inside her passage, moaning at the
penetration that was so close to what she wanted, but not quite enough. She
quickly joined her middle finger to the first, and she slid them in and out
slowly.
She could feel the slickness of her inner membranes part for her touch, and she
began to pick up the speed of her thrusts. Kathryn could hear herself panting
with her mounting passion, and was briefly glad that her windows were closed
against the chill of the autumn air. The neighbors had no need to know what
went on in her apartment, after all. Finally, she reached her peak, and let
out a sharp cry. Her pleasure was sharpened by the fact that her left hand was
unconsciously squeezing her left nipple hard just at the moment of her orgasm.
The twinge of pain seemed to raise her just little bit higher on the plateau of
passion. "Good girl..." she thought she heard a deep voice mutter as her body
convulsed.
Exhausted and a little bewildered, Kathryn rolled onto her right side and
drifted off into a dreamless slumber.
*****************************************************
Her daily life continued much as it ever had, although Kathryn's nights were
interrupted more and more frequently by her dreams/nightmares. Work was its
normal 8 to 5 grind, and if she was a little less productive than usual, no one
noticed other than her good friend Lara. Lara asked her several times over the
past month if she was coming down with a cold or the flu. Kathryn just laughed
it off and continued to work.
The dreams were becoming more common although at first they had been rare, and
as September dragged into October, they picked up in frequency. Kathryn had
started to keep two things by her bed at night. First, a small notebook with
an attached pen, because she remembered hearing somewhere that if you write
your dreams down while they were still fresh in your mind, you could piece them
together later, when you woke up for real. The second was a dildo. She hadn't
ever owned one before, but there had come a time that fucking herself with her
fingers in the middle of the night hadn't given her the thundering climax that
she needed to fall back asleep. So she had surfed the net and ordered one from
one of those places that guaranteed delivery in a plain brown wrapper. Seven
days later, she was holding an 8 inch plastic phallus in her hand, finding it
hard to believe that she had actually bought it, and even smiling a little.
Kathryn had always been a little repressed, sexually. She had lost her
virginity at age 23, mostly because she wanted to see what all the fuss had
been about. She wasn't impressed. Over the subsequent years, she had indulged
a few times with a few different lovers, occasionally reaching orgasm with
them, but overall, sex wasn't something that she thought about much. Now, at
36 and still single, she figured that her sexual peak, such as it was, was
over, and she settled in to what she considered staid spinsterhood.
Her outward appearance was conservative. Her work wardrobe consisted of skirts
that came to just below her knee, button down shirts, and the occasional blazer
for cooler weather. She wore her hair up in a bun every day, and didn't bother
with makeup. Her lingerie consisted of sensible cotton panties and matching
soft cup minimizer bras.
At night, though, when she was alone, Kathryn brushed her dark hair 100 strokes
each evening after taking her evening shower. Her hair was quite thick and
wavy, which was why she kept it pinned up every day. It wouldn't do for people
to see her unprofessional locks flowing past her shoulders, she thought. Each
night she slipped into nightgowns made of silk or satin, with perhaps a bit of
lace to adorn them. They were her secret vice, and she loved the feel of the
soft material against her skin. Her breasts were larger than they appeared in
her basic bras, and the nipples were large and tended to grow erect as the
delicate fabrics caressed them each evening.
No one had ever seen the correct Kathryn Evans in any of her sensual
underthings, with her hair in loose waves just kissing the tips of her firm
breasts. None of her lovers had ever taken the time to care, and indeed,
Kathryn herself would have been embarrassed for anyone to see her. On
extremely rare occasions, Kathryn would masturbate herself to orgasm while she
was in a bubble bath, but that was only every few months when the need became
too strong for her to control. She felt that it was shameful and that no moral
woman would do such things to herself.
The onset of "the dream" during the summer months had changed that. She wasn't
sure if it was a dream or a nightmare, and she was too unsettled by it to care.
Each time she had "the dream", Kathryn woke to find herself bathed in
perspiration and sexually aroused to a frenzy. She had never had erotic dreams
before, and it worried her. She never remembered the plot of the dreams, but
occasionally she had faint impressions as she started awake. There was a man
in the dream, and he had a deep voice. Sometimes, she felt like she could feel
his tongue on her body, licking and kissing and caressing her until she could
scream. Sometimes she swore that she felt his hands on her, ungentle and
almost rough as they touched her nipples, belly, and vulva. But every time she
dreamt, she woke up in the dark, alone, and needing to climax before she could
go back to sleep.
**********************************************
On the morning of October 29th, Kathryn went to work as usual. She looked worn
out, and her friend Lara commented on it. She had small circles under her
eyes, and her face looked pale against the white oxford cloth of her shirt.
She knew it was because she had experienced her now usual dream each night for
the past two weeks. There hadn't been a break at all, and each time her body
needed more and more pushing to burst over the wall into orgasm. Just the
dildo wasn't enough.
Kathryn had braced herself over the past couple of weeks for what she knew she
had to do. She had driven to a large town about 50 miles away to an adult toy
store, where she had actually gotten up enough nerve to go inside and make a
purchase. She had gotten rid of the notebook (it was blank anyway... she was
too busy when she woke up to write anything!) and now next to her bed lay the
original dildo, a set of nipple clamps, a slim anal vibrator, and a ball gag.
Kathryn's moans of passion from her nightly exertions had increased in volume,
and she discovered that she couldn't control herself anymore. She used the
ball gag now before she went to bed, knowing that her screams of ecstasy would
be muffled enough to keep her neighbors from wondering what was going on.
Kathryn knew something was wrong with her, but she just couldn't bring herself
to consult a mental health professional. She had started to look forward to
falling asleep now, just so that she could awaken in the middle of the night
with her body on fire.
Kathryn found herself going in to her boss' office that day tell him that she
needed to leave early. Lara was right, she thought, she WAS ill, and she
needed to do some soul searching. Keith barely looked up as she talked to him.
She had always been almost non-existent as a person; that she needed some time
off was unexpected, but hardly a catastrophe. He carelessly told her to take
the next couple of days off too, and he would see her on November 1st.
**************************************************
That night was no different from the previous week's worth of nights. "Soon my
sweet..... Soon...." she thought she heard as she started awake. Kathryn
immediately looked at the clock. 5:07. The time that she awoke each night had
grown later and later. She reached for her toys and quickly masturbated to a
strangely unsatisfying orgasm.
She spent the rest of the day lying on her couch. She wondered what could
possibly be wrong with her. She didn't do anything productive all day, which
was very unlike her sensible self, and she finally went to bed around 10 pm.
It didn't really matter what time she went to sleep... she knew she would be
awakened by "the dream". Strangely, part of her was looking forward to it.
**************************************************
Sure enough, Kathryn awoke to the darkness of night. She glanced over at the
clock out of habit, and was slightly surprised to see that it was 12:01am. The
time didn't matter, though, she was horny.
As usual, she had kicked off her covers and lay exposed from the waist down.
She could smell her arousal, and she had learned to almost delight in the way
that her juices lubricated down the crack of her ass. She was hot as hell
tonight, and she leaned over and opened the window next to the bed, enjoying
the fresh cold air as it rushed through into the heated room. She picked up
the nipple clamps first. She pushed her silk gown underneath her breasts,
exposing the pale flesh to her gaze. Her dark pink nipples were erect with her
excitement and the coolness of the air, and she easily clipped the metal jaws
to the ruched flesh, wincing as she did so. After they were attached, she
pulled experimentally on the chain, and moaned through her gag as she felt the
tug run through her body to her pussy.
She pulled herself to her knees and felt on the floor for the two dildos lying
there. She knelt on her bed as she tested the anal vibe to make sure the
batteries were working. She smiled inwardly as she felt it spring to life.
She reached back, between her legs to run it into her dripping pussy. She had
discovered that when she covered it with her juices, it slipped deep into her
ass easily, stimulating parts of her she didn't dare to dwell on in the light
of day.
As she thrust it into her tight channel, she almost jumped out of her skin as
she heard a deep voice say, "Not so fast, little one..." She would have leapt
off of the bed, but a strong hand suddenly held her hair taut, immobilizing
her.
She pulled as hard as she could without pulling her hair out by its roots, but
couldn't move her head one inch. She screamed, but the gag in her mouth
muffled it, so that only a squeak came out. Her hands immediately flew to the
one holding her still, and she began to pull on it.
"STOP!" the voice commanded her at the same instant that a sharp smack landed
on her tender bottom.
She was startled into freezing, and she felt the hand that had smacked her now
softly caress the spot that he had spanked. "Good, little one. Its only me.
Just me. You're safe..." And she knew that voice. It was the voice from her
dreams. Maybe she was dreaming now, Kathryn thought to herself. Or maybe she
was just insane, she thought again.
The hand stroking her ass now slipped down to her womanhood. She was still
wet, she thought, as she felt the coolness of his hand glide over her swollen
labia. His hand felt large, and somewhat coarse, and his fingers pulled on her
pussy lips, making her arch her back and push against him.
She heard him chuckle. She knew that laugh. It was definitely the laugh of
her dream.
It was as if he could read her mind. "No, you aren't dreaming. This is real,
and I am going to make you feel all those things that have been teasing you for
these past months. Now, promise me you won't move if I let your head go?" he
asked her.
She nodded as much as she could and pushed her pussy against him again. She
was rewarded by that deep chortle again, and his hand let her hair go. She
cautiously turned her head to look at him, but was frustrated by the darkness
of the room. All she could see was the outline of his wavy hair and his
powerfully built body. She could see his skin, gleaming in the glow from the
clock, but couldn't make out the features of his face.
His hand had never left her pussy, and she inhaled deeply through her nose as
he suddenly pushed a finger deep inside her. "So wet, little one." She felt
him withdraw his finger. She heard a small slurp and the words, "And so sweet.
I knew you would be." She shuddered and arched her back at what she imagined
him doing.
Then he was there. She was on all fours on the bed, and suddenly his face was
between her legs, licking her out from behind. She dropped her shoulders to
the bed and arched her bottom up to present herself to his face. The pain from
her clamped nipples pressed on the bed seemed to raise her awareness of her
body higher. She had never done anything like this before and had always
thought it was dirty, but it felt so incredible to feel his tongue licking up
one side of her pussy and down the other. He thrust his tongue inside her, and
she felt his face pressing up against her most intimate areas. Kathryn felt
herself blush at what he was doing. She wriggled back and forth, and she heard
his muffled laughter from her enthusiasm for his travails. He pulled his
tongue out with a liquid noise, and then she felt his flick it across her clit.
If it hadn't been for the gag, the neighbors would definitely have called the
police, because as he fastened his mouth on the tiny organ and began to suck,
Kathryn fully screamed. She thought she was going to explode as he quickly
rubbed his tongue across the tip of her sensitive flesh and she climaxed harder
than anything she had ever experienced before.
He licked her gently through her orgasm, and when she started to come down from
it, he took the flat of his tongue and trailed it up over her slit and zeroed
in on her tiny rosebud. He drew circles around and around it, occasionally
pressing gently against the closed portal.
Kathryn couldn't believe what he was doing to her. She had never played with
her ass before. Well, until the dreams had "made" her go buy the anal probe
that lay unattended on the bed next to her. She never dreamed that someone
would actually want to lick her there, but god, it felt incredible to her.
Small nerves that she never knew existed seemed to fire little bursts of
pleasure up her spine with every movement of his tongue. She moaned and
squirmed underneath his attentions. When she felt his tongue slightly part her
tightly clenched hole and slip inside, she thought she would melt.
As he rimmed her ass, she was stunned to feel his fingers slide inside her
pussy. She wasn't sure what feeling to concentrate on, so she stopped
concentrating. She thought she could hear his voice in her head now, "That's
right, little one... let it go...". Between the friction of his fingers
sliding in and out of her seldom-used opening and the slickness of his tongue
stretching her anal passage, she was starting to climb to another orgasm.
She breathed quickly in and out of her nose, and listened to her muffled moans
through the ball gag. She closed her eyes, and felt all of the strange but
wonderful sensations shooting from her nether regions to her brain. Kathryn
pushed her bottom against his face, and froze. She screamed again as her body
convulsed over and over in physical pleasure such as she had never experienced
in her life. He never stopped touching her throughout her peak, prolonging the
pleasure as long as her body could handle it.
Finally, she pulled away slightly. She was just so sensitive down there that
she couldn't think of his touching her anymore. She collapsed on the bed, face
down, oblivious to the pain of her clamped nipples underneath her.
She vaguely heard him laughing. A full bellied, deep laugh, and she turned her
head to see him standing at the foot of the bed. His white teeth glowed with
his smile. "Ahhh... you are everything I hoped and more, my sweet," he told her
as he walked around so that he was standing beside her.
She could see the stiffness of his cock outlined by the faint light in the
room. He was erect. Long and thick, pointing up towards his stomach. She
hadn't ever seen a man that large. He had to be eight inches, and she reached
out to touch him.
It was his turn to groan as her hand wrapped itself around his hardness and she
caressed him gently. She smiled as she felt the wetness at the tip where his
arousal was showing itself, and she wished that she could taste him. She
reached up to undo her gag, but he stopped her. "No, little one. Keep it on.
For me." And she did.
She rolled over onto her back, and winced as she felt the chain from her clips
pull on her. Now that she wasn't flying on the way to an orgasm, the pain of
her nipples became more real to her. Once again, he seemed to read her mind.
"I think they add something, don't you?" he chuckled as he took one of his
large hands and gently tugged on the chain. The twinge seemed to run down to
her pussy, and she felt her arousal start to grow again.
She retaliated to his actions by slowly jacking off his cock until she saw him
throw his head back and moan. She loved that she was able to make him feel
this way. She had never made a man feel this good, she thought. She had never
tried. His hand covered hers and he stopped her.
"I have waited too long for this, sweet one. I can't wait any longer. I need
to be inside you." and then, she was startled when she heard his voice take on
a slightly vulnerable tone. "May I?"
Kathryn moved over on the bed a little bit, and pulled him down. He fit easily
between her legs, and his weight settled on her, making her feel more female
somehow. He licked around her mouth, and she felt the wetness of his tongue on
her stretched lips. She wished she could kiss him, but knew that the gag was
somehow part of the magic of the evening and resigned herself to the thought
that she couldn't.
His cock rubbed against her opening, and she arched, trying to get him to slide
inside. He teased her by pulling away every time it seemed like he was about
to penetrate her. "Mmmmm.... greedy girl, aren't you?" he taunted her with his
sexy voice.
She nodded emphatically, and he laughed. Suddenly, though, he stopped, as his
cock slid about two inches inside of her tight slit. He inhaled deeply and she
breathed through her nose as deeply as she could at the sensation.
"You feel so good, little one," he told her as he thrust himself all the way
into her. As his balls gently slapped against her ass, her eyes closed in
pleasure and she let out a little sigh. He immediately pulled out.
Kathryn's eyes flew to his. Green, she noticed in the dim light. His eyes
were green. But she already knew that.
"Look at me, little one. I want you to look at me as I fuck you." He thrust
himself into her again, and she didn't look away. "Look into my eyes so I can
see your pleasure..." he continued to talk to her as he drove gently in and out
of her.
Kathryn looked deeply into the green eyes. She was mesmerized by his gaze. It
was almost like being hypnotized, she thought vaguely, as she felt his
thickness parting her soft pussy walls over and over again. She was half
listening to him as she concentrated on the feelings in her body. Occasionally
he would take one hand and tug on her nipple clips to get her to focus on his
voice. She felt herself climbing to another orgasm as he picked up the pace of
his thrusts. Her moans were escalating in volume, and she felt herself about
to peak as he suddenly rammed his cock into her as hard as he could, and she
screamed her pleasure as she spasmed beneath him.
He held himself still as she came, not moving his cock or his body at all.
Kathryn was unaware of anything except her flesh squeezing the thickness inside
of her. It felt better than any of her previous orgasms, and but as she came
down from her plateau, she realized he was still hard and throbbing within her.
He smiled. "That's right, my sweet. I am not done with you just yet. Shall
we go for one more?" and he started his familiar in and out rhythm again.
This time Kathryn knew better, and she didn't even try to look away from his
gaze. She could just about make out his facial features in the light of the
approaching dawn. She arched her back up and parried each of his thrusts with
her hips. She felt his cock rub against her clit with every motion, and she
felt her climax rising again.
He picked up speed, and the forcefulness of his cock ramming into her was
causing obscene slapping noises that reverberated through the quiet of the
room. Other than that, the only sounds were his harsh breathing and her
muffled moans.
Kathryn was almost there when she felt him freeze and ram his cock into her as
deeply as possible. He just held it there and let out a roar of passion that
she just knew would wake the neighbors. But she didn't care. As she felt the
spurts of his essence deep inside her, he pulled her nipple clips off. The
resulting pain melded with the thrill of his climax, and she felt her entire
body melt with her own orgasm. She felt herself soar higher and higher with
her gratification, and then the world went dark as she blacked out from the
extreme pleasure.
When Kathryn came to, she was alone in her bed. She looked over at the clock,
which plainly read 10:21 am in the daylight. Her entire body ached, and the
room reeked of sex. She jumped out of bed, and quickly ran through the
apartment looking for him. He was gone. She wasn't quite sure that the whole
thing hadn't been a dream after all. There was no evidence that anyone else
had been with her the night before.
She wandered into the bathroom, and started to run a bubble bath. She needed
it, her body was telling her. She looked at herself in the mirror. She
touched her face where it hurt from being stretched by the gag all night. Her
nipples were still hard, and sensitive to the touch from the clips. But other
than that, she was the same old Kathryn Evans. She soaked in the tub, and
wondered about the dream. She spent the rest of the day lounging around her
apartment again, strangely reluctant to leave. Her world had turned
topsy-turvy, and Kathryn was nervous. Besides, if it wasn't a dream, he might
come back.
That night, Kathryn chose her favorite black lace nightie. She brushed her
long hair till it shone, and she even put a tiny bit of make up on. She knew
it didn't make any sense, but she wasn't quite sure what DID make sense
anymore. She turned out the light at 11:00. The cool night air caressed her
body, and the night sounds coaxed her to sleep. She tossed and turned and
finally drifted off.
She started awake and immediately looked at the clock. 11:57 pm. It was dark
in the room, but Kathryn instinctively knew she wasn't alone. She looked about
and as her eyes adjusted, she saw him.
His teeth gleamed and she smiled back at him. "Ah, little one. I waited so
long for you, and now I have to go."
Kathryn opened her mouth to protest, but he stopped her. "No. Trust me. You
do trust me, don't you?" When she nodded, he continued. "I will come to you
again, my sweet. You have learned so much. Dream for me sweetheart... dream
for me..."
Kathryn blinked at the sudden tears that sprang to her eyes. She wiped them
away with the back of her hand, and started to say something. Only to realize
as she looked around the room that she was completely alone again. She fell
asleep and slept straight through till her alarm went off at 6:30 am.
*******************************************
Kathryn went into work as usual. She went to her cubicle and hung up her
blazer. She sat down at her computer terminal and started catching up on what
she had missed the past couple of days. Her friend Lara poked her head around
the corner at about 10:00.
"Hey, what's... Kathryn! What did you do to yourself?" Lara exclaimed as she
took a look at her friend.
The normally dowdy Kathryn had changed. Her long hair shone in the light and
flowed down her back to right past her shoulder blades. Her oxford button down
was actually unbuttoned a few buttons, and Lara could swear that Kathryn wasn't
wearing a bra! "You look terrific, Kathryn!" Lara said in sincere admiration.
"Did you go to a spa or something?" she asked.
"Kathryn," Keith started as he swung around the cubicle opening to plop some
papers on her desk. "Whoa! What's going on here?" he asked. "You look
GREAT!" Keith told her loudly.
The commotion had made Kathryn blush, and had also drawn the attention of some
of the other members of the cubicle crowd. They found reasons to walk by
Kathryn's desk, and some stopped to talk and even flirt a little at the beauty
that had appeared in their midst.
One man finally had the nerve to ask Kathryn if she had put on a mask today in
honor of Halloween.
Kathryn's answer surprised even her. "No, I think I finally just took mine
off." She knew that she was never going to allow herself to deny her newly
found sensuality again. She wondered if her lover would ever come to her
again, and she swore that she could hear that voice inside her head again.
"Halloween, my love. Next Halloween."
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