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When Fantasies Knock - 7/30/2005 3:34:26 PM   
Dominion69


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But another of my twisted fantasy pieces. Feedback please!

When Fantasies Knock
My work week finished and the daily grind over for the weekend, I meander home to the usual, empty apartment. It is always there waiting for me. Quietly, silently it waits. Full of loyalty and obedience, it waits. If only I could find someone to bring into my life and fill the emptiness, the loneliness and the ever burning desire to hold, touch, pleasure and please. Someone who understands my needs, my desires, my passions and my fantasies and will do anything to make sure they are met. I wait.
I settle in for my usual routine. A beer from the box, a snack, the remote and the endless search for something new and different to radiate my life from the square tube across the room; I search and I wait. I have nothing better to do.
The tube glares into the room and I sit, hypnotized by the radiance, captivated by the glow. I search for something, but I don’t know for what it is I search. I look and stare and hope that I will find something, but nothing changes. Am I cursed? What must I do? Why…
What is this? This is different. This is new. There is a sound that I have not heard for many days, many months. What do I do? There is a sound from the door. A soft rap is what I hear; a gentle knock. I must see what this is.
I open the door to see, to scold, and to reprimand the intruder. I open the door, but I fall silent. I am shocked at the image before me. There she stands. She is a jewel; a gem; a masterpiece; a work of art. She is radiant and beautiful. Her long flowing red hair cascades down softly onto her bare, soft skin. She is seductive and sexy. Her dress is provocative, yet refined; revealing yet conservative. Is she an angel? Is she Satan? She is a dream.
“Let me in." She whispers.
I step aside and allow her to walk in. I cannot speak. I watch her fluid motion and gentle sway as she glides across the floor.
“Come, Let’s talk.” She says as she grabs my hand and guides me to the couch.
She pushes me back onto the couch and places one leg on the arm and leaves the other firmly planted on the ground. From my vantage point I can see that she has nothing under that dress but her soft, glistening and inviting flesh. It is moist, eager and smells so very enticing. She moves closer to me and looks into my eyes, I am hypnotized. Her eyes are radiant and captivating.
“Whatever you want, you can have. Take it! It is all yours." She says softly in my ear.
“I can't believe this is happening.” I think in utter disbelief of what is unraveling before me.
“Have I died? Am I in heaven? Is this my last farewell before hell?” I ask myself.
I can handle it no more and I reach up and fill my hands with her soft flesh and pull her very close to me. I can smell the aroma and mentally taste the sweet juices emanating from between her thighs. I draw her ever closer. I look up at her and stare into her eyes. I now have purpose, meaning and intent. I know what to do. I know what must be done. It is time.
"I want all you have to give, and then I want more!" I demand.
“I want you to take me where I have never been and I want you to do it now!” I add.
She leans her head back, pushes her hips forward and drives my face firmly between her legs. I begin to kiss ever so gently. Lick ever so softly. I tease and tantalize every cell of her being with my tongue. Back and forth, up and down and side to side. I work and work and work until she can handle it no more. She arches her body backward and then forward. She screams with ecstasy as the passion, emotion and sensation overcomes her body. Each pulse within her escalates the sensation. Each contraction is deeper and more sensuous that the one before. Each orgasm becomes a new level of ecstasy.
She collapses in my arms and I lay her down next to me, gently sliding her soft and supple thighs apart. I move ever so slowly towards her. I am pounding with desire as I near her. I can feel the warmth and softness of her thighs gently rubbing against me as I get closer. I move ahead and feel the wetness and warmth of her being and her body against me. I push ever so gently, ever so delicately further and further into her as we become one. She grabs me and pulls me quickly and forcefully to her. She is driving every bit of what I am deep into the essence of everything that is she. Constantly, repeatedly we are moving back and forth, first her then me. We are as one in motion, in feeling, in desire and in ecstasy. We do this for hours, or is it days? Who knows? Time has no meaning, whether in heaven or hell. Time is not important.
We drive. We move. We repeat over and over the fluid motions of our desire. The intensity, the drive, the passion is too much. The moment has arrived. We both reach into the very depths of our souls and with every ounce of our life and energy release into each other and with each other. We cannot breathe. We cannot scream. We cannot move. Millions of impulses are racing through our bodies, each becoming more intense than the one before. We are blinded by passion and consumed by pleasure. We are one and we cannot separate. We cannot move.
We lay as one, paralyzed by the intensity of the moment. Her body quivers from the continuous stream of impulses racing through her. My body is numb and lifeless. I lay there embracing her. I sense her presence, but cannot feel her warmth. I want more. I need more. I lay with her and I want and I wait.
Slowly my sight returns and once again I can feel. I reach out for her. I want to touch her. I want to feel her next to me and embrace her in passion once again. I roll towards her to once again take her and have her. I reach for her, but she is not there. Instead I hear a sound. There is a sound from the door. A soft rap is what I hear; a gentle knock. As I awake, I slowly move towards the door. I open it. I am shocked at the image before me. There she stands.
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