Dream Captive

Laying in bed, in that hazy spot between awake and asleep, I start to think about you. It's not the only time during the day when I think about you, but in the other times I'm at work or in some other situation where I can't really let myself go, so I retreat from the thoughts of you and force myself to focus on something else.

But as I'm going to bed, I indulge in decadent thoughts of you kissing me and caressing me with your hands. I pull you on top of me and wrap my legs around you, feeling your hardness press against me.

You know what I want, what I need, what I've been waiting for for so long. You enter me and I gasp. It's a gasp of pleasure, of relief, of need, of longing.

You lean down and kiss me deeply. I tighten my legs around you and surround your shoulders with my arms, pulling you into me. As I do, I pull you into my dreams my with me.

You're my captive for the night. My dream captive. I'll do everything to you that I've been almost desperate to do, but I can't do during my waking hours because you're so far away.

I won't release you until morning, and even then I won't release you because I want to, but because the daylight will come to reclaim you, ripping you away from me until I can capture you again.

Dreaming of You

I'm laying in bed in the middle of the day,  eyes closed, thinking of you. As I remember your smile, your eyes, and your presence, I relax. I imagine reaching out to you and touching your shoulders, leaning closer to you - close enough to breathe your scent in deeply. I relax even more, imagining your arms slipping around me.

I help you take off your shirt. You pull off my blouse and unhook my bra quickly. My nipples harden instantly when they touch your chest. I try not to let my gasp become audible, but it's no use. You smile and kiss me.

I breathe you in- inhaling as you exhale, exhaling as you inhale. Needing you. Wanting you.

I feel your hand sliding between my legs, and I slide my hand between my legs as I lay on my bed. I imagine that moment when you first touch my clit and I touch myself, releasing the spark of electricity that had been building up. I gasp into your mouth, and you begin to circle my clit with your finger.

I hold onto you with one hand to steady myself. With the other, I fumble with your pants until I can reach in to feel your cock. A growl escapes from me when I realize that you're rock hard. Now I don't just want you; I crave you. I have to have you. I need you.

I've pushed off the covers now and spread my legs, rubbing my clit harder and pinching a nipple with my other hand.

In my imaginary encounter with you, I'm starting to get close to orgasm. I try to break from our kiss to beg you to fuck me, but you grab the hair on the back of my head and force me back to your mouth. I moan, both in protest and pleasure. As I start to shake, I'm begging you as we kiss, moaning into your mouth. You tighten your grip on my hair, making me squeal, taking my attention away from my pussy for a second, long enough to push that orgasm back for a few more seconds.

But here in my room,  on my bed, I have already come once and my hand is drenched with my own juices. But I don't stop, I want more.

In my mind, you pull your hand away from my pussy. I try to object but the sharp pain of your hand pulling my hair roughly as you pull me across the room distracts me.  You put your hand on the back of my neck and bend me over the desk. I feel you pulling off my pants and panties just before you kick my legs apart.

I comply, not even trying to stand up or resist you. I hear you undressing the rest of the way behind me and I grab onto the edges of the desk, knowing what you're about to do.

But you stop. You slide your hands up and down my back very slowly as you rub your hardness against me. I can feel my wetness literally dripping down my inner thigh as your cock becomes drenched.

I feel the tip against me, just positioned there. Then you stop again. You tell me to back onto you. I press back, taking you inside me. I exhale an audible groan of....pleasure? No, relief....relief that you've finally given me what I need.

Then you tell me to move. Just one word, move. I know what you want and I start moving forward and back taking your cock in and then moving off it, not completely, but just until only the head is inside. Then I press back again. I keep moving at a steady pace while you stand still behind me. I wonder if I'm pleasing you, and then **SLAP**. You bring your hand down hard on my ass, making me  jump and squeal.

You sternly tell me to fuck you harder, to show you that I'm your slut.  I nod my head yes and start moving faster. Within 30 seconds I start to come. I ask your permission and try to wait for you. I bite my lip. I ask again, still fucking you. Then I start begging, shaking , knowing I can't wait.

I hear you laugh when I start telling you that I'm sorry. I come hard, almost against my will, but as soon as I do, before I'm done, you pull out. I scream in protest and start to stand, but you roughly push me down again.

Before I can look back at you I feel you driving your hard cock into my ass. Mmmmm... I relax and let my body feel you, breathing deeply to minimize the pain, trying not to pull away, knowing you want me to accept you however you want to take me. I feel the orgasm still rippling through my body as you grab my hips and pull me back onto you as you thrust harder and harder. I grip the desk, loving the feel of the way you are using me, violating me so hard now that you're lifting my feet slightly off the ground with each thrust.

You finally drive deep and hold. I hear you groan and I feel your cock pulsate as you come. I squeeze you, holding you inside me after you let go of my hips.

In my room, I'm coming again, imagining the feel of you, the smell of sex filling the room. I moan loudly, feeling my body tense and then relax slowly as the pleasure washes over me.

I open my eyes, alone in my room. You're gone, but I can still feel you. I drift off to sleep for a nap knowing I'll dream of you and be with you again.