dreaming

the dream is so lucid i wake up each time thinking its real. my skin is coated in a sheen of sweat and my hands are between my legs, a finger resting on my clit.

i take a minute to catch my breath and will my eyes to stay shut. maybe i can pick up where i left off. sighing i push the covers off my body and head for the shower. it wouldnt work and i didnt want to cheat.

i have the same dream several times a month and its always erotic. the details dont change, the action doesnt morph and it always ends the same; at the apex of a spine-shattering orgasm i wake up...

picture the reception room of stately home. you know the ones; long with ceilings so high you would have to get a mountaineer in to change the light bulbs. graceful, elegant and other worldly. can you see the room now, good, let the dream unfold

the owners are abroad and have put the house to bed. we are the only ones here but it feels like the quiet has an animal quality about it. we dont speak as we drift through.

dust lies undisturbed for much of the wooden floor but you can see where we scuffle it. two sets of footprints, one larger than the other. we swirl around in a silent dance and still the room holds its tongue.

the furniture is shrouded with dust sheets and the window shutters are closed against prying eyes. we pull at the covers on two of the chairs and sit and simply gaze at each other. you get up and throw open one pair of shutters, the light changes the feel. i can see the dust motes dancing in the ray of sunlight flooding through the gap. i want to see it play across your skin.

at the end of room is a vast, ornate mirror, lent against the wall as if it was just to heavy to be hung. its at least ten foot tall, the guilt surround gives it a magical hint. its the mirror that the queen asked of who was the fairest in the land?

i laugh as i start skipping towards it pausing to catch his hand and pull him along. we both laugh and his casual grip turns to one of desire. He has hold of my jumper, i twist and slip it over my head. i am left in my bra and skirt, you can see us cant you, and he strips off his top.

i look at him through the mirror. he removes his jeans and then his oh so white pants. the site of such beauty makes me wet. my heart is beating faster and i smile.

he gestures to me and i nod in acquiescence. i watch in the mirror as he moves towards me. he gently strokes my skin and takes off my remaining clothes. i stand in front of him naked, willing him to follow my lead. as i turn he comes to stand directly behind me. i can feel his cock resting against my back.

i look at the picture we make in reflection. if he touched me now i would cum. the silence is broken as he whispers how much he wants me.

he stands half a head above me with his shoulders being the only visible part of his body that mine doesnt cover. i lower myself to the ground and arrange myself into a cross legged position lowering my hand to my lap. i look up to meet your eyes. you kneel down, reach round and caress my breasts. i tremble as i close my eyes and start to play with myself.

he watches for a while before he pulls me onto his lap, onto his cock. i feel every inch as he slides into me. i feel his wiry pubes against me as i settle. i squeeze him, relax, squeeze, relax, squeeze. he trembles as i raise myself up till just the very tip of his head is at the opening of my pussy. i search out his eyes as i drop down and then squeeze.

i cant hold on, can he, shall we? he nods as his face contorts, his fingers pull my hips firmly down as i start to scream i cant breathe or hear him roar as he cums and then...

well then i wake up.