CHAPTER 1 – The Dream

Sam loved the dream. It would always comfort her when she was lonely. The dream always changed and flowed, but never let her down. She could fulfill her deepest desires and fantasies with her shadow lover. He never judged and always unselfishly sought her pleasure first.

To say it was a wet dream would not be doing it justice. Sam would awaken satisfied and yet wanting more. Sated and needy at the same time. Longing for more of the fantasy.

She would easily lose herself in her dream. As her fantasy lover's hands would roam her body discovering what she liked. His kisses could be passionate and tender or wild and scalding. His body's lean and firm muscles were always a delight to touch, bite, lick, and explore. She always took pleasure in marking his skin with her teeth and nails. But she had never seen his face.

Sam had never felt the need to put a face to her shadow lover. She was always afraid that if she saw his face that he would become too real. That he would eventually fail to live up to her expectations. Like the other lover's in her life. On one too many nights, she would awaken from the dream to her current lover only to be disappointed at his follow-on performance, even with her already hot and wet and wanting.

She felt petty and selfish for comparing those men to her fantasies, and ultimately, she would invite fewer and fewer men to her bed. And most of those were one-night stands from the local biker bar. They scratched the itch. Nothing more.

But the dream was very satisfying. So satisfying that Janet would often ask who her new boyfriend was the day after she had the dream. Janet was certain that she was secretly seeing someone. But no, she was having an affair with a figment of her imagination, as sad and pathetic as that sounded. She fully expected Janet to get her drunk one night to discover her sad little secret.

Tonight, the dream started as always, her lover would appear at the side of her bed and wordlessly ask her permission. For what, she didn't know or care. She only knew that she would enjoy it immensely. She would nod in response and lay back to enjoy the experience. Soon, he joined her on the bed and the dream would play out in a mix of kisses and caresses, taste and touch, strength and passion, and sometimes wild abandon.

Tonight her dream lover started with gentle caresses and then placed a blindfold over her eyes. He gently bound her hands and stretched her arms over her head before he began to explore her body.

Sam had always liked being tied up for sex. She blamed it on her father's strict upbringing. Somehow when she was tied down, she would finally allow herself to feel and enjoy the passion and lust, rather than her insecurities and inhibitions. The bondage didn't really hinder her movements. But it could and often did frustrate her when she wanted more and had to wait. But more importantly, she felt free to let go and just enjoy the moment.

After all, she reasoned, she was tied up. Therefore, she had no choice. Another sad aspect of the dream, she had to trick herself into enjoying it. Janet would so have a field day with this when she found out.

Her shadow lover teased and touched her body with careful calculated movements and she felt alive in the sensations he was producing. Hot flesh pressed against a cold hand. Light caresses teasing her sides and nipples. A searing mouth that left a cool trail in its wake along her collarbone. Warm breath that tickled her ear and neck. She writhed and moaned as he adventured with taste and touch. She pleaded with him to touch her dripping mound, but he avoided her more sensitive flesh. She cried out in pleasure and frustration as he teased her skin while studiously avoiding her most sensitive areas. She desperately wanted to return the kisses and caresses, but he kept carefully out of reach.

When he finally got close enough, she used her teeth and tongue to full advantage. Kissing, nipping, and sucking at the available skin he presented to her hungry mouth. She left several bite marks in his tender flesh. She wanted to claim and explore his body as much as he was claiming and exploring hers. Her fantasy lover more than returned the favor, biting and nipping at her skin as well, leaving his own marks, like the perfect ring of teeth around the nipple of her left breast.

She moaned in ecstasy as he moved from her skin to her breasts, giving each nipple and lobe his full attention. She cried out as he pinched and pulled at her nipple and the sensation seemed to shoot directly to her clit. She could feel his grin against her chest as he continued to torture her hypersensitive nipple to repeat her reaction, driving her crazy.

She was so focused on what he was doing to her breast that she jumped when his hand suddenly found her mound, softly exploring her clit and its surrounding flesh. His rumbling chuckle seemed to move right through her skin, raising goose bumps. His fingers slowly explored her folds, finding all her sensitive spots, before finally plunging inside to explore her deepest parts. His mouth left her breasts for the new ground and soon he found her center as he tasted her arousal, lapping it up. Letting his tongue find all the spots his fingers had already marked and teased.

She felt him shift and turn to get better access. She willingly spread her legs farther to grant it to him. As his arms locked around her thighs, she could feel his warmth hovering over her body. She just knew that his cock was hanging above her head, if she could just reach it. She strained upward until a brief brush found his balls within distance of her tongue. She strained and licked and was gratified by his grunting and moaning into her wet pussy, the vibrations sending chills through her whole body. He seemed to want more of her teasing and lowered himself into her reach. She thanked him by sucking and nipping his sack and all the tender skin in reach. Her tongue even flicking out to tease his ass, and the sensitive flesh there.

That last act seemed to move him to action. Her shadow lover had finally decided that he wanted to be inside her. He quickly turned and settled himself between her wide-spread legs. He gently pushed his cock inside making her stretch. He was always the perfect size, neither too much nor too little. Wide enough to stretch, but long enough to go deep and hit her cervix as hard or as soft as she liked, but still buried 'balls-deep.'

Sam moaned in appreciation and wiggled to get him in deeper. Once he was in to the hilt, he slowly withdrew and started working himself in and out, pushing in deep and slow with each thrust. He lowered himself down to his elbows so that he could suck and bite at her neck and chest as he slowly fucked her with long deep strokes.

Sam could feel the pressure building inside. But she wanted more. She wanted to feel his balls as they hit her ass. She encouraged him to move faster and harder. She cried out in joy as he pounded into her with wild abandon. She was so close, teetering on the edge of the abyss. Then he bit her nipple and she fell over the edge, crying out and writhing as the waves of her orgasm hit her hard, her body clenching around his cock as he continued to dive into her depths.

As she came down from her high, he slowed the pace, but didn't stop. Her hyper-sensitive skin was tingling as his tongue drew wet circles on each breast, quickly bringing her back to the edge. She shivered in delight as the hair on his chest tickled her, teasing her.

Then suddenly he rose up above her. She protested the loss of his closeness and tried to sit up to regain it, failing as her bondage held her in place. She wanted the skin on sweaty skin contact. She wanted to feel his weight as he fucked her senseless and she was close to that now. She struggled to regain it, but instead, he gently pushed her back down and moved her legs higher. The new angle was more intense, hitting her deepest spots, making her grunt and moan as he continued to move inside her, increasing the pace until he was once again ramming his cock into her hard and fast. This time tapping the head of his cock against her cervix hard. The new sensation was pleasurable bordering on pain.

Her second orgasm took her by surprise. Again she was writhing and clenching around him, and this time he lost his control and came with her, spilling his cum deep inside her. She took some satisfaction in making him cum before he was ready. That even tied up, she was in limited control of her lover.

Her dream lover slid the blindfold off and released her wrists before allowing himself to collapse on top of her. She hummed in satisfaction as he settled his weight over her in a comfortable position.

This was her favorite part of sex. Resting hot and sweaty, glowing with satisfaction, with her lover's weight pressing her comfortably into the mattress. Eventually, his weight would become uncomfortable, but not now. Not just after.

Sam nuzzled his head as he tucked his face into the crook of her neck. She slowly drifted away from her fantasy, even though she tried to retain it. She found her self fading, as she slowly traced the ornate silver tattoo that ran down his neck, across his back, and down his arms…

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