Joe's Domain

I wake up to an absolute void, my heart pounding like a drum in my chest as I take in the reality of my surrounding. I'm enveloped in total darkness. "Hello?" I call out, my voice echoing endlessly, swallowing me whole. "Where the fuck am I?"

A soft, ethereal voice, which sounds like hundreds, maybe thousands all speaking as one, washes over me, its soothing tone calming my racing heart. "You are safe, Joe. This is a place outside of time and space. Here, you have total control."

My mind spins, trying to grasp the meaning of "total control." This has to be some fucked-up dream. But as I stand there, the first image that jumps to the forefront of my head is the character from my favorite show of all time, Buffy Summers. Not just any Buffy, but Sarah Michelle Gellar as Buffy from season 2, looking every bit the sexy, badass vampire slayer. She materializes before me, wearing nothing but a leather jacket zipped up just below her navel, the sight of her making my cock stir in my pants.

The jacket hugs her curves, accentuating every delicious inch of her body. I can see the delicate curve of her collarbone, the swell of her breasts, and the flat plane of her stomach. My mouth goes dry as I take in the sight of her, my heart pounding with anticipation.

A bed appears from the ground, forming in wisps of brown and red, dancing around and forming... solidifying into — a circular bed draped in red velvet sheets and pillows, looking like something out of a fantasy novel. Buffy turns to look at me, her blue eyes dancing with desire, and she saunters over, her hips swinging gently with each step. I can barely breathe as she approaches, her presence commanding and seductive.

Her fingers find the zipper of her jacket, and she pulls it down the rest of the way slowly, teasing me. She flexes her shoulders, and the jacket falls to the ground behind her, revealing her naked body in all its glory. I drink in the sight of her—toned and soft in all the right places, her breasts perky with pink nipples that harden in the cool air. Her pussy is hairless, a perfect little triangle of soft, pink flesh, her clit shiny and begging to be touched. My cock aches, straining against my pants, **** for release.

Buffy stops in front of me, her eyes never leaving mine. She reaches out, her fingers tracing the line of my jaw, and I can feel the spark of her touch, electric and intense. She leans in, her lips—full and glowing—capture mine in a slow, erotic kiss that steals my breath away. I can taste her, feel her tongue exploring my mouth, and I groan, my hands reaching out to pull her closer. Her body presses against mine, and I can feel her hard nipples against my chest, her soft breasts molding to me.

She pulls away slightly, her breath ragged, and whispers, "What do you want me to do, Joe?" Her voice is a husky promise, and I know that this is gonna be a fantastic dream.