To me, it must have happened somewhere around a year ago, first time I had a lucid dream. Since then, I’ve had more sex than a rock star could (enough to learn some new tricks), I’ve fought and won multiple wars, singed and danced on a wide world tour with Michael Jackson and Queen, even learned a new language. Its fun, refreshing and you wake up without a single trace of fatigue in your body. Better than a blunt, I swear!
I look outside the window... the light is dim, almost gone and it feels like a storm is brewing. I love this kind of weather and the thunder in the far distant corner of the city never fails to impress with his loud roar. I watch with curiosity the glass of my window, as a sole raindrop succumbs to gravity. I was right... It does not take long and through my slightly open window, the faint fragrance of the summer rain makes its way in, cooling off the smell of the heated concrete buildings all around me. A light breeze caring a chilly air, makes me cover myself with the blanket, still listening though, far... in the distance, the sound of everything being showered mercilessly by the summer outpour. I let every sound around me to be devoured by the rain, while I close my eyes and leave my mind wander.
“I forgot to pay the gas bill today... guess I’ll do it in the morning. I also need to buy shampoo and toilet paper. And I forgot to smoke my cigarette while drinking the coffee... a decent day!”
It doesn't take long and I fall asleep. I see with my eyes closed the distorted light and I can hear the clock from the hallway beating like a human heart, while joined by millions of raindrops outside still falling. We're good! We are at the boundaries between worlds, stuck here for a brief period of time. Now then, let's open our eyes!
I am a bit disappointed in the beginning, I must admit. I am sitting in a familiar kitchen room at work. I can see the rain outside through the transparent walls.
“The dream is still forming.” – I said while glancing around me
I have a cigarette in my right hand and I can feel the warmth and the fragrance of the coffee from the mug in my left. It's impressive how even in this dream, the smell, the heat even the bad taste of the cigarette is just the same as in the real world. I look at the toxic thing in my right hand, inhale properly and exhale strongly...
“Smoking indoors...badass!” - I thought amused by the sign on the door showing 'No smoking allowed'
I should take it easy and relax for a bit since I couldn't enjoy both properly in the real life. The sound of the rain seems to have disappeared entirely, confirming that I am now fully submerged in my psyche. I am now able to hear only the sound of me slurping the coffee and the one made by me exhaling the smoke towards the ceiling. It is peaceful, but a fleeting thought crosses my mind, only for an instant, but making me smile involuntarily.
It happened so fast that I can neither remember it properly, nor figure it out, so I do not pay attention to it. However, this is a dream and everything can change from the smallest thing you can imagine. And I should've paid attention to it, because that, kick started the dream...
I sip one more time from this fine coffee, after which I put out the cigarette in it. Guess I’ll play Vespucci for a bit and explore this dream. I head, slightly uneasy, towards the kitchen door having a feeling of... jealousy!? Okay... I leave the room of my deserted working place and the sound of an object being knocked over catches my attention.
“It's near!” – I thought all of a sudden again, without knowing exactly what I’m referring to
Since this dream has the mapping of my job's real building, I assume it's the meeting room. I move towards it, cautiously, only to find the door slightly cracked, letting a bit of light show on the outside. Now I am definitely curious! I reach for the doorknob, but I am stopped in my tracks by a loud moan! I can feel a big smile showing on my face, both because of the voice I clearly recognized and the direction the dream was taking. For some reason I decided not to open the door wide, but just enough to peak through it. Let us confirm who our mystery girl... is. Upon seeing tonight's main act and it's heroine, I remain silent, frozen, excited and restless all at the same time. The crazy beating of my perverted heart and the speed of the blood in my veins rushing through my body, revealing no remorse whatsoever, for witnessing such an amazingly erotic display, this forbidden fantasy... I see you alone with a guy in the meeting room, entangled in this deserted working place, all over the meeting table with the laptop's speakers knocked on the ground.
I must admit, I didn't think of myself as the type that to like to watch, because I consider myself as being way to possessive for that, but it seems like dreams, really do show off our true self.
“It's starting...”
Because of her previous loud moan, he scolds her. I cannot see his face or hear his voice, but somehow it feels like they are talking. It is weird but I do not recognize the guy...
“Maybe a new hire?”
To his scolding, she replies softly, panting and staring erotically at him, implying that she couldn't help it.
“Talk about not regretting one's actions...”
His hand moves slowly from the table to her leg, up her thigh, grazing her skirt, all the way to her shirt that now reveals the nape of her neck, caressing that fair skin of hers. With his finger tracing her violently pulsating veins, touching her ear with his nails which in result makes her shudder in pleasure, down her cheek and then covering her lips, like saying 'Then hold it in!', an order to which she replies with a perverted smile, arguing: 'Then make me!' .
This quick change of lines, the look in their eyes, the realization of the sin and even the fact that they were in a meeting room, him having her pinned down on the table, her know she's at his mercy, just lit the fire. They started making out, kissing with passion, removing the chairs to making more space. In the heat of the moment, she drives her nails into his back, under his shirt, making him groan and seek punishment for you. Then, for a second you sneak a glance at me, the pervert spying on two perverts preparing to have sex in the meeting room. However… she just continues to make out with him, as if nothing happened.
“Must be my imagination! It's just a dream after all, which I control.”
With that in mind, I let the door slide open as I calmly walk inside the room. Like I thought...they can't sense me at all, as he is still immersed in her eroticism, unmoved, continuously exploring her lips. Again, her eyes wander until they meet mine and they lock on them for a couple of seconds, while I walk towards the chair, realizing that she is indeed aware of me...
Driven by a strange impulse, I raise my left hand and press gently the pointer on my lips, asking for her silence. She shows a delighted smile, highly perverted, then turns her eyes on him, while I grab the chair and sit down. This is like a private cinema with VIP seats in the front row...
“Now then, the dream awaits!” – I said smiling
He violently opens her legs, forcing her black skirt up, showing the red lace of her underwear. In one fell swoop, with his left hand holding both of hers on the table above her head and his right caressing her neck, under her hair, next to her ear, whispering something then pulling her head back; his own legs opens hers even more, pressing his pelvis onto hers, then stopping the moaning forcibly with a deep kiss.
It felt different this time, I can tell judging by her erratic breathing now that the kiss ended. She reaches for the buttons on his shirt, but he catches both her hands once again. Smiling at her, he places her left back on the table above her head and binding her movement, but the right, the right he holds gently, pressing his lips on your skin, touching your fingers and then kissing the palm of your hand. He let's go for a second, surprising her, only to undo her jersey swiftly, pulling it out, leaving only her both hands trapped in it, which he lowers then behind her back. He smiles again and she catches it, reacting to it unconsciously by biting her lip with anticipation.
Now, exactly as I planed, with her both hands trapped in her jersey, he goes straight for the hands, skillfully tying the piece of cloth so that she cannot escape.
I already moved her hands behind her...
“Careful! I must be rough enough for her to enjoy, but not enough to hurt her...”
Now he looks directly into her in the eyes, like announcing what's to come, a warning to you of what's to happen and your breathing stops for a moment. Now, I put a stop to the teasing for a moment, while I press slowly with my right hand on your chest, making you lean backwards. He keeps his hand there, while watching over her with a devilish smile, as she also seem to be enjoying his warm touch. His fingers, barely touching her breasts, he moves them precisely, just like a surgeon and with each touch she lets out a muffled moan, filled with pleasure and desire. This time tough, he does not silence you!
With your neck exposed, he kisses you shortly on the lip, just a gentle tap, then pulling back each time, you trying to get more by reaching to his lips, teasing you again. The in the spur of the moment, I grab her chin with my left hand, leaving the right side of her neck vulnerable. He kisses it gently, taking his time in slowly biting her and listening to her shallow breathing each time he does that, wanting to know how you react and what to do to create that reaction, then moving towards her ear, nibbling on her earlobes, repeatedly, allowing and guiding her to indulge in pleasure.
A swift movement of my right hand on her left thigh, going up and down on her leg, caressing it slowly while slowly driving my nails into your skin, makes you gasp for air, while he lets his tongue gently follow the veins on your left side of the neck, all the way to the ear again. His fingers reach slowly, but certainly under her skirt.
He moves both his hands without her noticing and while kissing her in the same teasing manner, he unbuttons four of the obstacles, before she even realizes. When she comes to it, his right hand already revealed her naked shoulder and lingerie of the same passionate color.
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However, she mustn't have time to say, do, or even think anything! Therefore, I raise my knee on the table, between your legs, while I pull you closer by bringing you into my arms forcibly. I bite you gently by the shoulder wanting to leave a kiss mark.
“Since you are you, you wouldn't like this kind of attention from the people that would see it, would you?”
I can tell that is true from your slightly angry face, but not angry at me, angry at your own carelessness for letting yourself get tied up and now being at my mercy... but you do love it! A deep kiss again, used to melt away all your thoughts while he raises your skirt, truly revealing the entirety of your underwear, red and most of all... inviting! He stops again and takes one more look at her exposed erotic self, gasping for air and desperately trying to hold the moans in, each time he touches you, by biting your lower lip. Nevertheless, that makes me want to try more, harder, to such extents that you will scream as loud as you can, immersing yourself in this forbidden ecstasy. I want you, to allow yourself to feel that!
Again, I push her slowly backwards and she tries to fight back.
“I'm stronger though!”
Now she lies on her back on this table that people use for presentations, facing the ceiling with my knee between your legs, which seemingly locked away your escape. With my left palm near your head planted like a tree on the table and my right on your waist, I want to tell you how beautiful you are right now, defenseless, completely surrendered to me, but I chose not to.
He must not lean on her since she still has her hands behind, so I use my left hand as a support while kisses shower every part of your body: your lips, your neck, your ears, your neck again and now that your shirt is also unbuttoned, new possibilities appear. I kiss you gently on the right breast, covered with silk-like material, the only barrier now remaining between my lips and your bare skin and then gently bite your skin through it, receiving a scream filled with pleasure in exchange.
'See? I told you can make you scream!' he could say, but it's pointless right now. I would rather continue with kisses and would rather caress your neck again, the fingers leading the way, as I let my lips follow on your breasts again, your belly, your thighs, moving fast upwards again, tracing a direct line towards the most intimate part of you.
He stops for a second and looks you in the eyes that are closed for a second and now that you noticed him doing so, while both his hands are reaching under your skirt, grabbing gently your underwear. With each movement of his fingers going upwards towards the lace and with each such touch he checks your reactions. You have given in! One last smile on his face showing that he won. He can remove your shirt and skirt with ease, but he must prove you that you belong to him now...
He puts his right hand behind you, supporting your back while bringing you close to him, to which you do not show any traces of resistance. He slowly backs away standing in front of her, which rests now on the edge of the table, with the legs barely touching the ground, lingerie completely exposed to his now wondering eyes and confident smile. His hands reach for your shoulders, caressing them gently, then as he closes in on your lips, his left hand reaches your chin slowly raising it up, while his right slides from your shoulder down to your tied hands, slowly removing the jersey. With the free hands now supporting yourself on the table and looking into his eyes, it seems that you yourself realized that not only did you give in, you did so willingly.
I untie your jersey and remove it. While you are leaning on the table, I kneel in front of you and let my fingers find the zipper holding the skirt in place, which slowly and gently is brought down, making it seem natural, like gravity taking its toll. The skirt is now at your heels and you raise your left leg as my right hand guides it up, leaving the skirt behind, on the floor.
The thought of having her completely naked on this table enthralls me, but you look way too sexy in just underwear and a shirt for me to be able to do that.
“Kiss me!”
I commanded you confidently with my eyes starring deeply into yours, only to be followed the second after by a reply on your end, now that both your hands are free. You grab me by the shirt and pull me down on top of you, kissing you deeply, with hunger and thirst, with rage and violence, with lust and passion. I'm about to lose any trace of self-control that I have remaining in my body at this moment, seeing how cutely you react to every touch, every kiss, every bite, anticipating what's to come next. Allowing my fingers to trace every inch of your skin, I come across a fun idea. I get the tie, my tie, that lies on the table behind you and use it as a blindfold. You do not resist, rather, you embrace the suggestion. Moreover, it seems that I was right to do so! After every touch, every kiss, every bite, you react to them tenfold compared to the previous experiences.
I kiss your neck and I bite your breasts through the silk like material. I caress your thighs and threaten to remove your underwear with both of my hands, but even then, you do not stop me. Your hands lie next to you on the table, or sometimes around my neck, showing signs of the previous surrender. You are mine to do what I please with and the only thing that can please me now, is to see you climax! To see your face voided of any trace of remorse, guilt or innocence. To see you fully engrossed in the pleasure I’m about to bestow upon your body! To have you fully and truly give yourself up to me, by your own volition, like you've already done, but on a different level! I press my lips on your belly while kissing your skin slowly, tracing again a line towards your underwear. I use my left hand to slowly pull it down, but only enough to show more skin, nothing more... just teasing. However, a kiss in this newly exposed area is enough to make your body arch. I follow a red string in your underwear and you can feel my breath on top of them, moaning, gasping powerfully while driving your nails into the wood of the table and it makes me realize that if I keep it up, you'll become addicted to this kind of pleasure. In addition, so will I...
Unable to resist the urge, I once more kiss your thigh, your belly, your breasts, your neck, only to finish by deep kissing your lips, while my fingers slip inside you. I can feel your warmth, your wetness... your desire. I can see that neither of us can withstand any more of this teasing and each one of your now loud moans makes me curious of how you will react next. I feel consumed by desire and sexual intent. Enough! I need to have you... I do not remove the panties, I just pull them aside and your breath stopped even if I can tell your heart is still beating loudly, racing while expecting the next step. I undress also... I let my belt fall on the ground while the sound of it hitting the floor makes you gasp for air once more. I have waited long enough! I kiss you while supporting my weight using the left hand, while I let my right hand guide us both the most immoral of pleasures. One thrust! A second of silence, followed by the loudest scream yet, while I enjoy it fully. You are scorching hot and so very wet and you are gripping me so powerfully that it feels like I will melt instantly if I lose focus even for a moment, while also binding my movement with your legs around my back, showing that you want to move. However, just then at the utmost climax of this ‘meeting’, the door behind us slams and reopens fast and I turn around, fearing that someone walked in on us, but you show no signs of care, still lost in the labyrinth of pleasure.
By turning around, I find myself sitting in the chair, watching the whole event from under the projector's wall, while another ‘me’ was peeping through the cracked door. I look confused at both of them smiling at the scene that I was the actor of...
Then I wake up! I grab my phone: 5:25AM. One more sound of a door slamming, helps me remember: the balcony door! It really makes me want to smash my phone against the wall... why?
“Too much wasted energy to close it? Are you for real? This day, plainly sucks!” – I complain to myself.
I stand up and pissed off, I walk to close my own window first. I pass by the mirror in the hallway, stop even if I am in a hurry to shut the damn thing and just stand there baffled. I am all sweaty in my underwear and a T-shirt, hair all messed up, all my muscles tensed, a vein on my neck showing a rapid heartbeat, redness of my skin showing high level of sexual arousal and most of all, a wicked smile on my face.
"I am possessive after all!'
I hear the door slamming again and it brings me back to my senses. Before turning around completely, I catch with the corner of my eye, a shifting smile on my face. Seems like I’ve made up my mind.
“Now then...reality awaits!”
I open my eyes and see the strange wooden ceiling, then look outside the yet to be lit sky. It's almost morning....
"What kind of dream is the dream of a dream!?" - I complained slightly while looking towards my lower body