Hehe- I've got several short books rivaling a Nancy Friday collection-all dreamily lived in that safest of spaces- whilst asleep.
Shortest recurrent:
Variants of somehow winding up at Sarah McLachlan's house. Handwave away setup details of course- but it gets to... Her seeing me a bit distracted from my working on something of hers- Computer? etc. Yeah- that was it.
I'd seen that she had calendars for her Moontimes and one tagged E&C Logs. Apparently she'd ... seen my having written a fantasy of her and me.. uh- I felt in a limbo of if she would simply have me disposed of as crazed stalker or? Well- I'd almost recovered my composure... when she walked back in the room. Came up close. and leaned over to softly kiss the top of my head.
I was more than Poleaxed emotionally. I'd just- stopped. Even stopped breathing.
Sarah then said the words I felt most undeserving of.
She said with a warmth that melted me like a sugar cube in hot tea...
"You have no idea how hard it was to track you down after I read your most HAUNTING Story about me"
All I could do was whisper trying to not sound half as stunned as it was- "And now what? "
Sarah Looked me up and down as if memorizing how I looked, got a glowing aura in her eyes and extended her hand. Asked me to take it and walk with her. OF course I did. What else could I do. Had she been leading me to a slide chute ending at hell itself or wherever she planned was worth it for that look in her eyes having been all about me. And I knew.. Right then. What was about to begin.
She'd set me up. To play me as if I was her Larrivée, no to play US as a duet. But it was more. Oh so much more. We'd ended up in her master bathroom where she'd had the huge tub already filled with strwberry bubble bath and blood warm. that phrase was so memorable as she said it- that my blush might have been strawberry all over my face. We both broke up in the shared laughter that is it's own magic. And ended up in the rush to strip each other bare. BLInK- We're in the tub soaping and washcloth rubbing each other with the deep lingering kisses that seem only found in pulp romances.. Or in that tub.
We'd been lazily relaxing after what was a closeness better than many "just sex" encounters. Just happy to be.. there. Idle chat about Sarah's art and my writings.
Craftspeople cherishing each other as mutual first among equals to the same.
And then we knew. Dare we? was said at the same time. Yeah- we'd hate ourselves if we chickened out.
We'd by then toweled each other off and begun discussing just how we'd make the fantasy a shared reality. "Dan.. I've already set things up as I saw your intent." I just devoured her with my eyes and hung on her next words. "All but filling the bowl and that takes your part of beginning our pleasures."
She pointed over to an alcove of her impossibly huge tub room where she'd laid out towels, pillows and one one of the towels was the same Higginson enema Pump with dildo nozzle I'd often dreamed of her taking me with.
"Well- Unless you've a different memory than mine- the way you'd rewritten our scene is that you take my menstrual cup out and pour it into that bowl of water."
If someone had told me it would have cost me my life to have heard her say that in person? I'd have been in a bind. As the rest was indeed a once in many lifetimes to have. Feeling in the grasp of some remote control- or demanding all my control? I approached Sarah- asked- "Is this for you or me?" And when she locked eyes with me time stopped.
"Dan- this is for us"
We had entered that soft focused realm where talking is not really needed. She squatted elegantly over the bowl- I stroked her womanhood lovingly as if the rest of my life were to be so spent. She directed my fingers to removal of her cup and as if performing a ritual- we poured it into the bowl. I lay down on my back and she effortlessly seemed to melt onto me, and my whole world became my mouth greedily inhaling her warmth. Which made her soft moans go from her mouth, to my ears - and -to my cock being stiff enough to split atoms. It was in that moment that I felt a huge dildo nozzle enter my ass. She thrust and twisted it into me as a man takes a women when possessed by sheer LUST. And my moans were lost in her sweet pussy. She'd begun squeezing the bulb forcibly. Which felt as if I was being fucked by more than just the dildo nozzle.
She was penetrating my literal guts with those pulses of room temperature water laced with her flow- the same flow I was greedily devouring. And I'd begun to feel cramps. It seemed she read my mind- she lowered her mouth onto my cock and begun to suck me as if we'd become Ouroboros. Somehow I knew- I was feeling the cramps she'd felt and my gifting her orgasm was relieving her cramps the way her mouth was distracting me from mine. We both felt our body shaking orgasms. and gasping we clung to each other till laughter took us again.
"Dan- If I told you had to agree to marriage before I let you hit the toilet- would that be duress?"
And thus we left it stand- she did manage to top the duress line.
She was standing next to me as I sat on the toilet emptying out waht seemed like my tonsils down.. and whispered that which let me know she read ALL my postings.. " RED LIGHT Dan "
WHAAT- ..
no wonder Sarah's voice had so haunted me- she's my Cathy from years ago.. Of net chat and stolen hours for phone play.
Have I died and gone to heaven. Or am I in the hell of grasping all this is only in my imagination's stage? Then again... does it matter for now?