A Dream of Aaliyah

In the hearth of dreams, I laid upon a comfortable cushion while a beauty dipped grapes into my mouth. The grapes tasted like Fanta. My eyes were trained in front of me on the show. A dancing girl with an incredible breasts and a totally fuckable body.

She moved and writhed the the rythem of the drums. She shook her bosom in a way I couldn't help but gaze at with awe. Who knew my neighbor was hiding all of this sexyness. My servant dropped another grape into my mouth. It tasted like a grape jolly rancher. My eyes followed her eyes. Aaliyah was wearing a green silk veil over her face. But her eyes were so pretty.

Her body writhed and grinded in front of me, She even sunk to her knees so she was dancing on the Ottoman carpet. There was clapping from the faceless figures lining the palacewalls.

The dance was finished now. I beckoned her forward.

"That was pleasing to me, girl. Now you need to give me a kiss." I told her.

"But, I can't kiss you through my veil!" She exclaimed.

"Then you need to take it off."

Aaliyah brought her hand to the veil and pulled it free. I smiled. When I looked at her face, I finally understood that....

Which is, of course, right when I woke up.

If you are enjoying this story line so far, please consider giving this thread a like!