The Exotic (and erotic) Adventures of Gabriella

Whispers. Soft. They bathe your ears in reassuring promises. Promises of joy, laughter. And fun. Fingers trace your body, lending a person?or persons--to the voices. But you can?t make out who is here with you. But this matters little, as a calm envelops you, squelching any anxiety this?situation might normally bring you.

As the voices continue, you can?t remember any of the words, only the intent behind them. You know whatever is here has only one goal?to provide you with pleasure. Goosebumps flow down your body, yet you feel only warmth. And now the hands are caressing you and squeezing you gently. Your thighs and calves quiver to the touch. Your breasts and buttocks yield desperately to their unseen tormenters. And now your whole body is quivering; not ascending towards sexual climax, but rather basking in a continual euphoria.

Now the perspective has changed, as you can see yourself writhing on the floor. The floor is white; in fact, the whole room is white, and it?s difficult to tell where the floor and walls meet. Perhaps more perplexing is that while you can see, and still feel, yourself receiving pleasure, there are no strangers behind the voices or the touching. But even this bizarre turn of events doesn?t weigh down your mind for long, as you now enjoy the visual of your naked form, while still feeling and hearing the other-worldly sensations you?ve been receiving all along. All your worries cease to exist. All that was, is, and will be is ethereal bliss.

Another voice adds its self to the room. This one is less rhythmic, and flows against the grain of the others. As it continues it grows louder and begins to grate on your conscious. Trying to block it out does little except remind you of the intense pleasure you were receiving, and how that?s now being blocked. Your body is still writhing, but you are now simply and observer rather than a participant. You feel yourself losing your grip on this place. This reality. White slowly turns to gray as you begin to realize what is happening.

Your fucking alarm clock. You don?t even have to work today, or the next week for that matter, as your new job doesn?t start until then. Silently cursing yourself for forgetting to shut it off, you hit the snooze and lay back on the pillow. Looking down at your body, you see the goosebumps, which is quickly followed by a shiver. You slept in the nude, and now readjust the blankets to cover your entire body.

The intense dream lingers strongly in your mind. And your body as well, apparently, because you?re unmistakably horny. Cusping and gently squeezing your right breast, you realize that while you have nothing you have to do today (imagine that!), there are a lot of little tasks you?ve been hoping to blaze through.