Restless Dreams Prelude

An Erotic tale from the Midnight Hours
Author's note:
This ongoing story will certainly not be to everyone's taste. It represents an attempt to combine the boundless eroticism that can only be found in one's dreams along with an element of the Supernatural. Judge as you will. Feedback is always welcome.
Prelude:
She was there again in my dreams. This night, like so many before it, she was waiting for me as slumber dragged me down into the limitless depths of my unbidden subconscious. Her beauty was absolute, heart rendering so, yet her complexion was startling. Skin as white as freshly fallen snow was framed by the midnight darkness of her long black hair. Each strand was perfectly straight, falling like a curtain of night around her shoulders. Hazel eyes, soft and compelling drew me on with a promise of unbidden desire. Her full red lips begged for my touch and I could see them parting slightly with the promise of a welcoming smile.
I drew mysteriously closer to her, conveyed by means unknown. I knew I was not walking nor standing on any form of transport. However, the distance between us was shrinking by the second. Naturally, I was naked in my dream, my manhood on full display to this vision of beauty personified. I could see her eyes shifting downwards to enjoy the view and I could feel myself responding, unbidden to her sight. A moist tongue played around her lips with an incredibly evocative tease, her actions obvious and direct. In my dreamlike state I knew, so absolutely, that I had sampled this mystery woman's sexual delights many times before. However, I found I could not recall any detail of our past love making which made my current need to enjoy her sex even more compelling.
My erection by now was so incredibly strong, almost to the point of pain. A raging passion consumed my soul with an overwhelming urge to bond with this impossible beauty. My lust was fuelled by the transparency of her dress; her perfect breasts firm and hard, erect nipples standing proud through the thin material of her translucent clothing. Between her legs lay a perfect triangle of tightly curled pubic hairs guarding the entrance to her waiting temple of desire. I tried not to stare at her groin but the attraction was magnetic.
I Ataşehir Escort was almost upon her now, my source of locomotion still a mystery. Without bidding I sank to my knees as I began to transverse the last few spaces that kept us apart. In answer to my newly adopted position, the woman reached down to the hem of her dress and drew it upwards. The timing was perfect, the soft fabric of her garment just brushing past my forehead as I bent forwards, my tongue already leaving my mouth in readiness to sample the taste of her waiting pussy.
My emotions and desires fused as one as her sensuous musk exploded on my taste buds. Slowly and with infinite care and attention I slowly drew my tongue up her pussy crack seeking out her waiting clit. I could feel her body reacting to my loving caresses. A soft moan of deep desire escaped her lips and I felt her warm hands moving to embrace my head. A soft pressure reaffirmed her desire for me to continue pleasuring her pussy flaps and the small protrusion of flesh that lived at the top of her crack. The sensation of licking her clit was mind blowing. My dick was rock hard in my hands and I impossibly resisted the unrelenting pressure to relive my white explosion there and then. With utmost grace I continue to lick and probe with my tongue, working my way back downwards along her pussy groove. Within moments that somehow seemed to last a lifetime, I finally arrived at the wet entrance to her well of desire. My once gentle strokes of affection turned to a more pressing need and I found myself probing as deep as possible with my exposed tongue. I could taste her warm wetness as her fleshy tunnel of pleasure pressed home around my tongue. With delicious feedback I could feel her body responding to my ministrations of pleasure,

By now I was drowning with insatiable desire. The taste of this woman's sex was driving me wild. Still lost in my incredible dream, I broke contact from the mystery woman's perfect vagina. Kissing feverishly, I worked my way up her now completely naked form. Her skin was burning to the touch, her flesh impossibly hot with a fire burning as if from the inside. This was of no matter to