 Somnium Interruptus The tips of the tall grass swirled above as the soft breeze flowed across his body. Sean tucked a stem between his teeth and chewed on the end in an effort to release its sweet flavors. Small, wispy clouds raced across the sky above, headed to unknown destinations. His mind was silent, and Sean used the downtime to drift into fantasy. In this world, he was not lonely. In this world, the only thoughts in his head were his own. In this world, he was free to discover, and learn, and wonder. Here, the dark side of human thought was more speculation than reality. He sat up to survey his surroundings. He hadn’t heard her in a while, and she was too precious to leave unprotected. As his head breached the veil of grass, he looked around, and there she was. It was like a scene from a romance novel. The grassy hill that was his personal refuge was spotted with perfectly placed boulders and wildflowers of every color. At the bottom of the hill was a crescent shaped beach framing a turquoise lagoon. The water was still, with only the tiniest waves lapping the shore. And there she was. Her long blond hair brushed the sand as she stopped to pick up a shell, or a polished stone, or some other item of curiosity. When she stood, the breeze caught her hair, and she instinctively turned to face into it, causing the golden strands to come to rest at the base of her spine. This was Sean’s favorite spot on her body. It took just one caress of the fingertips or the tongue to ignite her passions and unleash the siren. His mind shifted as a memory seized control. -------------------------------------------------- “Which one do you like the best,” she asked her friend as they faced the gallery wall. “I like all of them. I think that Brandon has done a fabulous job with these new pieces.” “Come on--- you have to have a favorite.” Her eyes sparkled, and her face lighted with a smile that would warm the darkest heart. “Well, if I had to choose. I think I like the rainy street scene the best. It’s so colorful, and surreal.” Sean looked at his bride and marveled at his good fortune. She was better than he--- smarter, friendlier, and way out of his league. This evening she wore a glittery cobalt blue gown that was modest in the front, but plunged deeply in the back, exposing every curve, every rib, every dimple. Her long blond hair acted as a veil, swaying from side to side with her movements, permitting a glimpse, every now and then, of her perfect frame. He caught her eye, and gave a glance that she immediately recognized. He was about to torture her, and she welcomed the game that he was about to start. Moving in closer to him, as if making a dare, she continued to converse with her friend. “Yeah, I like that one too. It oozes a certain--- sexuality. All those colors coming together and intermixing, It reminds me of the swirling colors and lights I see in my mind during climax.” Sean knew that was his cue. He caressed her spine sensuously with a touch as light as a feather. Knowing her body extremely well, he was not afraid to use that knowledge to get the game started. Anticipation began to well up in her chest, causing it to heave ever so slightly. His fingertips stimulated every nerve along the spine on their way to the small of her back, causing shivers to run down her sides and across the mons venires. It took all of her control to hide them from the others, and with a single caress at the base of the tailbone, all sensation crossed into the vestibule, causing it to surge with orgasmic anticipation. Her vaginal muscles contracted and released in spasmodic waves. Her body quivered, paying no heed to her efforts to squelch the physical signs of her arousal. She had no choice but to close her eyes, and moan ever so slightly. “Wow,” said her friend, “You really do like that one!” As if on cue, the scene shifted once again. Moonlight streamed through the lacy window dressings. Shades of gray replaced the many vibrant colors that defined her style. “You think you’re funny, don’t you,” she said in a feigned angry tone. “Now it’s my turn to torture you…” Moving across the room, she passed through the silvery moonlight. Her nightgown captured it in such a way that it seemed to focus all of its attention on her, framing her body and giving it an angelic aura. Moving toward the bed, he could see the outline of her breasts, and her curves. Her exquisite frame came into focus as light passed through the strands of her hair, under her arms, and between her legs. Coming closer, she began to caress his chest. The first touch of her fingertips was met with a gasp of delight. Moving across the chest down the arms, it was as if every inch of his skin anticipated her touch. Brushing ever so gently across the inner elbow with just the tips of her nails caused each arm to enter its own state of arousal. Muscles contracted and flexed in an effort to direct attention to every missed spot, and every spot that yearned for more. As her fingers reached his, she locked them together and pushed hard, pinning them to the bed. Her long hair doing all of the work now, she moved her head from side to side allowing it to brush sensuously across his ribs and abs. Lost in ecstasy, his body responded to every touch, and every breath with moans that resided deep within his chest and heart, waiting to be released. Wanting to return the pleasure she was giving, Sean tried to pull his hands from hers. As he did, she grasped them and pushed back with all her might, pounding her head into his chest, and clamping her teeth around the flesh of his breast. “If you fight me, I’ll draw blood,” she said between her teeth. He’d been there before, and knew she wasn’t kidding. When aroused, her bite reflex was powerful. He had so many marks and bruises from her love nibbles; it was often difficult to explain them away. Relaxing and submitting was the only course of action. As he succumbed, she released her toothy grip and began kissing the abused area, grazing the nipple with her tongue and moving back and forth between them before moving downward sending his abdomen into spasms. Releasing his hands, she continued to tongue her way past the navel. Fully engorged, and overcome by a sensation best described as orgasmic memory, Sean felt a pressure building in his loins. Brushing her hair over his awaiting organ, she moved past it quickly unleashing a series of quivers and moans. This was the torture that she had to endure, but she had to suppress her reactions, causing them to intensify even more. “If you make another sound or move another muscle, I’ll stop, and you’ll have to finish all by yourself.” He knew it was coming. He knew from the second he moved in close at the gallery and brushed his fingertips across the small of her back what her retribution would be. Tantalus would suffer less torment--- and he loved it. Suddenly, she sat straight up and began calling his name, as if he had disappeared from beneath her. “Sean----- Sean----- SEAN” -------------------------------------------------- Ivy carefully placed her hands beneath the shroud on Sean’s head. Catching him off-guard, somewhere between dream, and consciousness. She instantly read his thoughts and dreams. Working quickly, she implanted two commands in his mind. With the first command, she inserted herself into his dreams, replacing his fantasy wife. With the second command, however, she replaced fantasy with reality. “Make love to me.” Continues... |
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