A Waking Nightmare...

Michael follows the blonde tease down the street. She glances back at me with a coquettish smile and a playful giggle, before taking a turn down an alleyway. His entire state of being revolves around her. He can't hear his footsteps or feel each step as he walks. It feels like he's floating down the street after her. Buildings loom over the top of me, seemingly stretching on forever into eternity. He rounds the corner into the alley way to follow her, listening to the sound of her giggling and the sound of her heels striking the pavement. She's hardly running from me. She's leading me. Daring me to follow her, to chase her and collect his reward.

The alley twists and turns like a maze. The sound of giggling seeming to come from all directions now. Michael breaks into a jog, following the loudest sound around to the right as the alley bends. It seems to be growing, lengthening, as if to deny me from her. He's sprinting now. The pavement under his feet seeming to swell and rise, making each step harder and harder to take as the alley slopes upwards. He can see the end now. A single door with neon lights around it's frame. Calling me towards it like a moth to flame. He doesn't hesitate as he approachs. Still sprinting, he lowers his shoulder and barges through the door into an empty nightclub.

Slow, bass heavy, music plays as the ground stops moving underneath me. Calming lights bask the dance floor in shades of green, blue and red. Mixing together before seperating in time with the beat. Michael hardly notices though. Standing in the middle of the dancefloor, swaying her hips and watching me, is the tease. She flicks her hair over one shoulder and giggles, her eyes locked to mine as she raises an index finger, beckoning me closer. Who is he to deny her?

Michael starts bold. His hands moving onto her hips as he reachs her. Her hands wrapping around his neck as she pulls herself closer. Her skin is so soft to touch. Her perfume intoxicating. She doesn't say a word. Instead, she leans closer. Her eyes close and before long, they're making out in the club. He can feel her breasts pressed against him. Some of her hair brushing against his face as their kiss gets friskier. He lets one hand drop to her perky butt and squeeze it slowly, loving it's perfect size.

The pounding of the music gets louder as the beat drops. A pleasant warmth floods through me and he lets out a quiet moan and pull away, his arms wrapped around the handsome strangers neck as he gazes down hungrily at Michael's-

Wait. Wasn't he-?

Their lips meet again and Michael can feel the man's hand shift, repositioning itself under his skirt as he begins to play with Michael's new pussy. Michael is already getting wet... She breaks the kiss and gaze up at his cheeky face. The backseat of the Uber is a bold place to get to third base but it's getting more and more tempting to give him what he wants. I let his hand move down his chest to his stomach, then over his pants, caressing his throbbing cock before slowly unzipping his pants...

Michael can feel himself shifting, back and forth between the handsome man and the blonde temptress. One moment he has the little slut pinned against the wall as he hastily unclasps her bra. The next, he's being pusheddown onto the bed, his hard cock bouncing free as Michael slides the man's pants down to his ankles. He pulls her hair as her lips meet the tip of his cock, guiding her movements as he thrusts into her pretty mouth. She can feel him in her throat, probing deeper and deeper as she works him faster and faster towards an orgasm.

Right as she feels his member begin to twitch, the dream begins to fade, slowly pulling Michael back to consciousness...

Michael can feel the softest, most luxurious mattress he's ever felt underneath me, with equally soft and comfortable sheets on top of me. Her head feels remarkably clear for a night which involved far more drinking than he normally does. He raises his hands over his head and stretch slowly, feeling his tense muscles groan in protest before calming as he relaxes the stretch. He reaches beside him to run his hand over Sophia's smooth, sexy body, only to find the bed empty. That's... Odd... Wait. Weren't they on a sofa when they... How did Sophia carry him to the bed, he's twice the size of her...

A clearly masculine cough in the doorway startles me. It's her boyfriend or husband and he's fucked! Surely! Yet... Instead of pulling out a baseball bat, or a gun, or a knife to **** him with, the man pulls out a plate loaded with what looks like bacon and eggs- he made him breakfast?

"So... This is going to be a lot to take in, but I really fucked up last night..." He says nervously as he sets the plate down on the bedside table and sits himself down on the bed beside Michael. "You're not insane, this is real. I'm... Well I called myself Sophia last night, but you can call me Aaron..."