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Hearing my alarm clock, I couldn't believe I had slept through another night. I hadn't had that luxury for quite some time. Gone were the unsettling nightmares I had been having for the last several months and in their place was complete and utter joy. Ever since I had purchased this mattress my nights were filled with contentment from a mysterious sensuality that seemed to have taken over my senses. One dream would lead to another and then another, yet they were all connected by the man who shared my fantasies. Each night he would find me waiting for him as I sat upon the rock ledge that overlooked the golden fields below. It was always the same. The sun would be setting, spilling its veiled colors, bathing us in its magenta glow. As each night progressed, so to did the length of time we sat together until this last sleep found me wrapped inside his embrace so warm while our lips were joined in one of the most passionate kisses I've ever known.

Sitting up in bed, I stretched my arms over my head while a contented sigh escaped my lips. Yes, it was going to be another beautiful day as I could feel it happening already. My mind was filled with my dream lover, wishing I could see him completely, for he was always clouded in a translucent swirl of light. The only feature that had ever been fully shown to me were his penetrating, dark eyes. They were the same stormy blue-gray like the ocean water as it tossed and churned when the black clouds opened up, unleashing their furious rains. I wasn't scared by their deepness, though. I was drawn to them. My body always felt the same when I awoke, completely drained yet so very aware, alive, and invigorated.

Realizing it was Friday made it all that more special because it was Dress Down Day at work. Taking coffee cup in hand, I headed for my closet after showering and for some reason I was drawn to a pair of jeans I hadn't worn in almost two years. If I remember correctly the last time they even touched my body was the last night I had ever seen John. He was the man who touched my heart in a way that no other man has ever been able to do. His fingers played my body so magically that the mere thought of him made me shudder remembering his touch.

Finally arriving home after the long work day, I put my purse on the table by the sofa and went into my bedroom to change. As soon as I walked through the doorway I was taken aback by the delicious scent of the spring air that enveloped the whole room. I didn't remember leaving the bedroom window opened when I left for work so I was very surprised at this unexpected delight. Oh, the memories of that smell, how it brought back the days when John and I made love in this same room over and over again, filling each other with our love.

I needed to lie down so badly. I wanted to fall asleep and finish my dream. Would my mystery lover come to me this night and touch me all over again? Please, I prayed silently let me be with him tonight.

Almost as soon as my head touched the pillow I was fast asleep. I don't know when it happened but there seemed to be a knocking on my window. Opening my eyes, there he was, standing before me as I was once again sitting on the rock ledge. This time, though, he seemed to be floating. Reaching his hand out to me, beckoning me to take his, I did what I knew was meant to be. We floated together over the golden field while the sun was setting. We seemed to be going directly into the sun as the light became so much brighter and the colors almost seemed to come alive. It was the rainbow we were flying into, the very same one I had been marveling at the day before as the storm had begun to fade away.

As we settled into the field filled with wildflowers and the singing of birds, my love took my face into his hands and kissed me once again. His tongue gently opened my lips and slowly began dancing with mine. My body seemed to melt into his as his hands began to roam along my face and down to my shoulders. Our moves became like that of a dance as we swayed with each other while our fingers began to caress places that brought shivers and moans, trembles and sighs. Feeling his lips moving from my mouth across to my ear I almost fainted from the ecstasy of the moment. He was whispering to me of his desire for my body, how he wanted to take me and make me his, how he wanted to share me with no man.

We were panting, pulling at each other as we fell down on the blanket of green and yellow. The softness of the wildflowers and grass felt like the bed I sleep in and for a moment I tried to open my eyes to see my Devin, to see if it was really him here with me, but I couldn't do it.

I heard the ripping sounds and as I reached out to try to hold his hands I could feel the crisp air touching me, enfolding me, taking me captive. But, it was his fingers doing that. I was so confused yet so hungry with lust I couldn't seem to tell the difference by this time. His legs completely covered mine while his mouth took hold of my nipple and began sucking and nibbling causing me to cry out in a combination of pain and the most wonderful pleasure. John's mouth began drawing out my nipple, pulling it between his lips as he held my breast in his hand grasping it a bit tighter. As he began moving his body, he seemed to be pulling me underneath him now and I could feel his hardness as it touched my thighs while he rubbed back and forth against me.

"You're mine now, all mine." And with that, there was no more talk, no more softness. As he put his hand over my mouth he moved just enough to unbuckle his pants and push them down around his knees. Without so much as a kiss or a lick, he was pushing the fingers from his other hand inside me, moving so quickly that I let out a groan into his hand. Yet, at the same time my body was not mine any longer. I began to push against his hand trying to keep it inside me as he began to withdraw. In my mind, I was screaming for him, wanting him so much.

As if he had heard my thoughts, his hard cock began rubbing against my belly. The smooth tip was leaving little wet trails wherever it touched. Removing his hand from my face, he looked at me and I knew there was no longer a reason to want to scream. I wanted to be here and I wasn't going to leave until he told me to.

Moving up my body like a snake, he brought his hardness to my face for me to look at and adore. He never once brought it to my lips even though that's what I wanted. He held his red, swollen cock right in front of my eyes and touched it to the tip of my nose. His scent filled me with so much desire and I tried to inhale every bit of him as much as I could. I wanted him to fill my every sense with all of his. Trying to lick at him, I stuck out my tongue as far as I could, so desperately trying but he wouldn't give in.

I heard him give a low chuckle and as quickly as he had been in my face he was now pushing against my pussy making me open for him. Spreading my legs as wide as I could and wrapping them around his waist I shimmied to him like a little animal scurrying to grab its food. With a forceful thrust and a low growl John was filling me with all of him. Pushing, pulling, making sounds that only made sense to me I was now rejoicing as I cried out with him into the evening sky, calling to him alone, telling him with my sounds that I was his.

Waking up the next morning, I was startled to see that it was almost noon time. My bed looked like there had been two people tangled up inside the covers yet there was only me. Turning to look at the window, it was now closed and the curtains were drawn but the air was filled with the scent of the outside air. Something was different, though. That's when I realized there was someone else in my apartment. I could hear the sound of footsteps outside my bedroom door. Oh my God, what was happening?