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it was almost like a dream... the way the colours ran together..
how they were dominated by a field of white... the facelessness
of the characters... the only thing not dreamlike was the freedom
of your lust, the unexpected frenzy of emotion that you had kept
pent up for so long...

your dreams had been coming and going, almost as lazily as your
slumber.  the sheets were fanned by the breeze blowing through
the window, and the crispness of the air allowed you to toss your
robe on the chair before you retired.  naked in your bed, you
drifted in and out of sleep...

slowly, you felt a presence in the room.  too sleepy to be
startled, you wondered if it was a dream... you turned, glassy
eyed to find him standing beside your bed.  his body, lean and
tan, was silhouetted by the moonlight pouring in the window.  he
spoke your name, but you barely heard... your eyes were held by
the shape of his body, your thoughts racing to strange sensations
that you had felt before, but never fulfilled.

"i've wanted you so long" he said, as he sat beside you.  the
sheet covered your breasts, but could not conceal their excite-
ment.  two hard buttons stood out over your nipples.  you looked
into his face, but only saw eyes, felt the heat from your bodies
combining...

you thought you might have said something then, but you reached
out to touch your phantom lover.  his smooth skin felt good under
your fingertips, as you felt the fever of his body.  your touch
began to melt into his, as you became one with your lover...

you sat up in the bed, letting the sheet fall to expose your
breasts... you squelched the reaction to cover up.  you wanted to
show your new lover everything, to show him your desire...  he
reached out to pull your upper body nearer... and you kissed.
passion began to pulse in your temples... his kiss was as wide as
the universe, as long as the end of time... his tongue danced
across your lips, your teeth, flicking the palette of your
mouth.  it was a controlled kiss, a precise kiss, like nothing
you had ever felt before...

you were his.

you kissed him back with the same urgency.  perhaps even roughly.
you wanted to let him know of your need.  you could not speak,
you could only kiss.  he broke the kiss after so many moments...
began to kiss your face... your eyelids, gently... your hair,
sweetly, your ears, nibbling...  the tip of your nose, playfully.
the tip of his tongue was a blowtorch, spreading the heat from
your face all over your body...

he moved to your neck... making gentle sucks at your shoulder,
taking in deep breaths, smelling exactly what you are.  you like
the way he smells, of the ocean, of the earth.  his breath is
hot, but clean... you run your fingers through his black hair,
aware that you cannot remember what his face looks like, only
what if feels like...

you lay back in the cool sheets, pulling him with you up into the
bed.  you are now beside each other, facing one another, on your
sides.  his back is to the moonlight, so you still cannot see his
face... you close your eyes as be returns to your hunger, your
need.  you had only imagined...

he journeyed through the love of your body, starting with your
breasts... your hard nipples felt the jolt of electricity his
tongue brought to them... he tongued the tips very gently at
first, holding the left one in his hand and kneading its nipple.
you felt a sigh, a moan, a plea escape your lips as his pressure
increased.. he was now sucking the tits, childlike, but with the
purpose of a man...

there was not a square millimeter of skin that his expert tongue
did not explore... your tension and excitement had built up to
near breaking level.  he had loved your torso, your legs, your
back, your ass... gently, lovingly kissing and sucking the skin
to life.  but nothing prepared you for the exquisite passion of
his journey up your legs, to the swollen valley of your sex.

as with the rest of your body, he knew exactly what to do with
your sweltering cunt... you began to cry out, laugh, sing with
joy as he first breathed, then licked your wet pussy.  he even
gave a little moan as he first tasted you... "your pussy is
wonderful, milady" he said.  "i've not tasted so sweet a woman
before"... you could not believe the feeling of ecstacy as his
tongue darted in and out of your steaming snatch.  then came the
moment of truth...  your tiny orgasms, the little one began
popping up.  your hips began to jerk involuntarily, as one by one
they began to chill your movement... they got stronger, more
frequent...

then he placed his lips on your pink clit... and your first big
one hit you.  "aaaaah" you cried, holding his head firmly to your
clit, lifting your legs up into the air....  as that one sub-
sided, you became aware of his sucking on your clit.  hard.  your
next orgasm was incredible.  lights danced in your head.  your
mind shut off completely, as wave after wave of pleasure throbbed
between your legs... one more time you came, and another...

you came back to consciousness, vaguely aware of who you were,
uncertain of where you were, but knowing that you needed the
final release... he sensed your need (did he know *everything*
about you???) and began to pull up on top of your body.  you
could not wait, felt the need to be in control of his pleasure as
well as your own... you flipped him over to the other side of the
bed, covering his body with your own... felt his engorged organ
on your chest as you made your way down to taste your first
man...

he was not too large to scare you... a nice cock, thick, hard.
you felt its ruddy texture, held it in your hand, wrapped it, and
kissed the tip.  you savored the first drop on the tip... salty,
of the ocean, of the earth... you wanted more... you put your
mouth all over it, sucking it in... you kept the head in your
mouth, tracing circles around the tip with your manic tongue...
he flexed his hips, and your took in a little more, but let it
back out when his hips subsided... you let him control the pace,
let him fuck your mouth, with you only providing the choreography
of your tongue dancing on the tip and the ridge of his wonderful
penis.

he was yours.

and you were ready.  ready to feel what a woman should feel.  you
looked up, and saw his body in the moonlight, began climbing
up... pulling his hardness up, feeling it invade your wetness...
slowly you lowered yourself on him, impaling yourself... the
friction seemed endless, as he filled your body with himself...
you collapsed on his chest, throbbing your grateful pussy on his
rigid shaft... the sex was infinite, your body the sky, his body
the earth, the ocean... no more were you a thinking human, you
had become an animal, a fucking machine.  you danced up and down
on his cock, stopping to rub your sensitive clit against his
hairy bone... again you began coming in waves... the ocean.. the
earth...

he pulled you up and placed you on your back, taking charge,
becoming the aggressor... his need was building along with
yours... never breaking the rhythm, he began fucking you serious-
ly, pressing his body hard against yours.  you came again...
again... he moaned... his loins were strong, and he was fulfill-
ing your desire, your need, but his orgasm was nearing, and he
was not to be denied.  you looked into his faceless eyes for the
last time... he knew what you wanted.  with a roar from the
depths of his soul to yours, he began to come...

it was not what you had expected... instead of the sudden
onslaught of juice and muscle, it began slowly... his pulsing
cock began throbbing *gently*... increasing with pressure... you
were astounded at his control of his penis...  "come with me
love" were the only words you remember speaking...  and he did...

his orgasm was endless... the ocean opened up, the earth rumbled.
his dick pulled at your insides... the throbbing against your
clit sent that final wave of giddy, mind-numbing pleasure to your
already sated body... you came once, while his orgasm was at a
crescendo, then you knew that you could not have come again even
if you had wanted to.  but you were totally, completely satis-
fied. fulfilled.  you were at last a whole woman.

you woke.  sunlight played off the bed, shining off the cool
sheets... you woke, numb, vaguely aware that something wonderful
had happened.  but was it real?  had it really happened?

and why did your body smell of the ocean and the earth?