Darkest Dreams

Darkest Dreams

Ring of the Dreamer

Chapter 1 by Vestiphile Vestiphile

I was sitting at my computer when my girlfriend draped her arms around me.

"Hey, babe," I said. “Welcome home.” She climbed up one side of the recliner I was in and plopped on my lap.

"Hey yourself," she said. "Still working?"

"Not really," I replied, pushing away the laptop and facing her. "Just answering a few emails." Immediately my eyes were drawn to a ring dangling on a chain around her neck.

"Ha! You noticed straightaway." She held it up in the light, showing off a glassy dark jewel set into what I assumed was silver.

"What is it?"

"Good luck charm, apparently." She unclasped the chain and handed it to me. "Kinda cool, though, right?" I took it in my hand, examining it closely. A tiny inscription on the inside read: MAY THE PLEASURES OF YOUR DREAMS COME TRUE.

"Huh. Onyx?"

"Obsidian. Got it at the pawn on the ground floor around the block--where you sold your class ring when we moved here. Guess how much?"

"Fifty," I said.

"Thirty." Clearly she was proud. "Stuck right out at me."

"Kinda neat." I kissed her on the cheek and turned back to my computer."I gotta ask, though--why were you at the pawn shop? We're...more than okay now."

"I'm not even sure. I was walking by it, and I felt like going inside." She shrugged and clasped the chain around her again. "So, dinner?"

The rest of the evening was pretty uneventful. We ate, we fell asleep watching videos, and we headed to bed. But sometime in the middle of the night, I was woken up by something. The strangest sensation came over me. I could see in the dimly lit room on account of the city light, but I couldn't see anything happening to me.

And I couldn't move.

It almost felt like I was tied down--like my limbs were being held in place by invisible bonds.

Before I could react, my eyes popped wide open with the sight of the blankets being pulled away from my body. The impossible sight was followed by a sensation at my midsection, making me yelp. As it continued, I realized the sensation wasn't at all unpleasing except for the fact that it came from the thin air. While I tried to wrap my head around what was happening, the unthinking end of me was more than happy to stand at attention to what became soft ghostly caresses.

"Lynne...Lynne, wake up!" I only heard a giggle from her side of the bed as I watched the covers strip off of her body as well. "Lynne?"

"Yeah, yeahhhh..." She moaned. As I watched her body, I realized with horror that the same things happening to me were happening to her. Her breasts were being lifted and compressed by invisible hands, and her clit was being flicked back and forth under the same invisible power that was now stroking me. More than just reveling in the experience, I realized she was still asleep.

"L-lynne?" I watched her carefully as she sneered, her body bucking against the ghostly attention on her body.

"Shut up and fuck me. Just fuck me," She begged. I watched as her nipples were tweaked and pulled. It actually looked and sounded like something was sucking on her tits, stretching and pulling them out in front of her.

I thought about trying to shake her out of her sleep, or to stop the ghostly hands from molesting her. But again--I could still kind of feel myself being held down, and the same hands were playing with my cock--and my cock was pulsing hard, and .

I supposed those things didn't stop me from trying to do something, but what exactly was I going to do?

Maybe nothing...

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