Saturday, January 5, 2019

I Don't Just See Dead People...I Fuck Them Too

The first time it happened, I thought it was a dream. The most amazing, erotic dream of my life!

I was asleep in my bed and somehow became aware of a presence nearby. It was a lovely, tingly presence that didn't arouse any fears on my part.

It did arouse some goosebumps and maybe a little bit of heat between my legs, so I simply relaxed into the feeling of this tingly presence with pleasure.

I “knew” it was a dream when I felt a man-sized finger press lightly on my throat, then run down my chest and around my breast continuing slowly and lazily further down to graze my pussy lips. Tease!

I'm sure I groaned out loud with pleasure and anticipation at that point.

Then I heard my name, like it was a whisper on the wind. He repeated my name again. His voice sounded full of sexual need and it caressed my mind. "Annie," he said, and it was like an orgasm for my ears.

“Yes?” I replied. “Do you want me?”

“I want you, Annie,” the sexy, wispy voice assured me.

I intuitively knew he was waiting for my consent.

My whole body yearned to feel his touch on me again. “Take me,” I breathed anxiously.

As soon as the words were out, I felt him. He hovered over me, our bodies pressing against each other but without having his full weight on me.

I could feel his hard cock pushing into my thigh.

He nuzzled his face against mine. I felt his stubble on my neck and his hot breath on my ear. I raised my pussy up searching for his cock.

He responded by pushing the head of his cock against my petals without penetrating me. This dream man was an incredible tease. I was loving every moment of it.

My nipples were very hard and my body was moving against him, inviting him, but he took his time. He lowered his mouth to my nipple and slid one finger into my wet, throbbing pussy.

I remember thinking, “This dream is amazing!”

As he continued to suck my nipples and finger fuck me with two fingers now, I was overcome by a feeling of ecstasy.

The entire experience was unfolding in a dream-like state, so I had no reason to believe it was real.

It was pitch dark (in my room) in my dream and I could not see my lover's face yet he had a soft glow to him.

I loved the feel of his body against mine and I reached down to stroke his rock hard cock. He seemed to shudder and almost shimmer into a translucent haze for a moment.

Because it was a “dream,” I didn't bat an eye at him shimmering. Nor did I think anything of it when his other hand came up to clench my throat.

A dream man could finger fuck me and choke me gently at the same time while hovering above me. Dreams don't have rules of gravity.

His hand on my throat made my pussy gush then and there. I was so aroused I was incapable of coherent thought.

“Fuck me,” I begged. They were the only words I could speak.

“Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me...” I pleaded as I dug my nails into his back and pulled him towards me.

His cock pressed against me but he was not going to give in to my desires just yet.

“First, a taste,” he said. He kissed me, flicking his tongue inside my mouth but pulled away before I could return the kiss properly.

And then he went down on me. I cannot describe in words how fucking horny I was, but when he went down on me, I truly lost my mind.

All I could do was FEEL. And that man's tongue was out of this world. He licked and sucked and flicked and fucked my pussy with his incredible tongue until I came in his mouth.

Now I must stop here and tell you. Usually, I get close to coming in a dream but I never actually come. The fact that I came from getting face in a dream was MIND-BLOWING!

But we weren't finished yet. He made me come three more times with his mouth, getting my pussy all wet with his saliva and my arousal.

I don't even know what I was doing all the while this was happening. I can't remember, that's how insane I was with pleasure and desire. But I remember when he finally put his cock into me.

It felt like electricity shot from his cock through my whole body. I was electrified. My clit was pulsating, radiating lust from my head to my toes. My breasts strained for contact with his sexy naked body.

When our bodies united and his chest pressed against mine with his cock slowly burying itself in my cunt, I almost came again.

That feeling of a hard cock entering me when I'm super aroused, well, it's always an amazing feeling.

But this time it was even more. I felt like I was absorbing this man's essence. I could feel him inside me, like his soul was enveloping my soul in a strange embrace.

It was like he entered my entire being when his cock entered my pussy. And I could feel how aroused he was which turned me on even more, if that was possible.

His mouth came down on mine and he began to thrust his cock into my pussy rhythmically. I arched to meet his thrusts and immediately knew I was going to come again.

In mere moments, I came against him, moaning and clawing like a madwoman.

My lover shimmered again, then his pace quickened and his thrusts became more urgent.

This made me come again and again, a neverending cascade of orgasmic bliss, until he lunged into me in the way that men do when they finally sow their seed.

Incredibly, I not only felt his cock explode as he came, but I felt his burning hot seed travel into me. It spread like hot whiskey through my whole body and I gasped because I hadn't ever felt anything like this before.

For a moment I was scared. Then I remembered this was a dream and I allowed myself to melt back into the amazing pleasure of the moment.

The sun was rising and my bedroom was becoming light. Yet the man looking down at me remained translucent and shimmering. I found myself wondering if he was a Dream Angel.

Then he spoke.

“Thank you, Annie,” he said. “I been watching you heal people with your touch and I wondered...hoped...that you might heal me too. And you have. Already I can feel myself being called  home.”

“Home?” I asked, “What do you mean 'home?'” He was fading before my eyes. His body and energy were fading too. I could barely feel his presence now.

“You helped me, Annie,”  he said. “I can move onto the next world now. I am no longer trapped in limbo. You saved me.”

He was almost gone now. “But how?” I cried.

“You gave me sexual intimacy,” he said. “I'd never felt it before when I was living. I needed to experience it before my soul could be at peace.”

I watched as he disappeared, raising my hand up to try and feel him one last time as he left but he was already gone.

I still thought I was dreaming.  My body still buzzed with languid pleasure from our lovemaking. I lay there for awhile in my bed, replaying the scene over and over before I realized I was not sleeping anymore. However, everything still felt very surreal.

I touched myself between my legs. I half expected to feel his sticky seed there. But I could only feel my throbbing, swollen, moist petals, still tingling and hot.

Eventually I dragged myself out of bed. I climbed into the shower, reliving my dream over and over in my mind. I let hot water run over my face and down my body.

Then I felt his presence again. I thought to myself, “Am I still dreaming?”

I felt his hands embrace my hips and I opened my eyes to find him standing in the shower with me.

He was beautiful. 

He was still translucent and shimmering but his hands on my body felt solid and comforting.

I looked into his eyes and realized he was sad. “What's wrong?” I asked.

“I'll miss you,” he said. “Your gift was amazing but it was also liberating. It has released me, so I must go. But I have to tell you before I go...”

“Yes?” I said.

“More will come, Annie,” he replied.

I didn't know what he meant but he leaned in for one last kiss, let go of my hips and shimmering before my eyes, he waved goodbye.

“What's your name?” I asked, thinking it was too late. He was gone.

But a voice spoke into my soul. “They called me Darren,” he said. “Darren Highwater.”

Then he was truly gone. I knew because I suddenly felt different. The dream-like state was gone and I realized I was fully awake standing in the shower, missing the presence that had been here moments before.

I soon learned what he meant by "More will come."

Darren was the first of many spirits, trapped between our world of the living and the place where souls go when they are at peace, who have come to make love to me.

I'm not ashamed to say that I fuck dead people. My eternal sexual arousal and open, loving heart are a portal to the next world for them.

And for me, they are a portal to other-worldly orgasms. I'd say it's a win-win. ;)

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