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Dream Lover..................



Each time I close my eyes, He is there. His face so clear in my mind as if to be real. As I begin to Float, the scent of his skin as I imagine it should be; fills my senses with its heady aroma. Like a drug, it makes me drift off to sleep and into my dreams......of him.



Tall and handsome, his magnetic smile draws me to him;a moth to a flame. I' am held captive by my own desire and the heat my mind gives to his body. I am so closr, that I feel his breath; warm and swet on my face.



My mind reaches out to touch him, his firm and slender form. My heart races as my longing increases. His face smoothe, cheeks flushed and hot with the same need; the same desire.



He pulls me closer, pressing his velvet lips to mine. I am engulfed in waves of overwhelming passion. Inside, I am melting. He knows I am his, willingly; and I return the kiss, giving in to every animal instinct burried within me.



Slowly, my mind begins to undress him as I kiss each and every part of newly exposed skin. His neck, His chest, His back and stomach; all feel the feathery touch of lips to bare flesh. He sighs, deeply; almost greatfully.



I am on my knees now. I remove the last constrictive remnants of his clothing. He stands before me in all his exposed glory, a prince among men; my phantom king.



Again my mouth goes to work. He is all man, and the heat that expresses my womanhood tells me I am in desperate need of him; so I kiss his calves, his knees, his thighs and back. I work my way around to his lovely slender stomach as his hands grasp and fingers run through my hair.



I wrap my arms around him, holding him tightly as my hot breath made him shudder. His fine strong hands encourage my head below what would have been his beltline, were he still wearing one.



I am now confronted with his full pride in all its beauty. I take a deep breath, inhaling his masculine scent; savoring it like fine wine. My face closer and his heat closer still, he was hot enough to brand me with aching need.



I reach to touch the satiny hardness in front of me and he takes takes in a sharp breath. He glistens with eager anticipation. His needs have fully awakened my own.



We are at eachothers mercy now, playing a game invented millenia ago. I am the one to make the next move. I plunge his full length into my mouth and down, teasing with my snakelike tongue all the way, all the time. His head is thrown back. and he groans!



I take hold of his prescious jewels, fondling them as if they wew crystal that might break. All the whilefeeding hungrily on the feast I had been given, slowly torturing with some very special gifts I had been given and learned to use .



His hands are knotted in my hair attempting to gain some sort of control. I follow his lead, finally impaling myself time and again on his beautiful pride and joy. I showed no mercy!! I was in pure ecstacy!!



His breathing is now short and shallow, signaling an impending explosion. My breathing, just as ragged from all the commotion is nearly in time with his even though I have him fully captured and am swallowing him whole.



He begins to moan with that combination of pain and pleasure that only orgasm can bring; which is why the French call it the little death. I experienced this from him time and time again with each stream of sweet nectar he released. He made me feel on fire!



After a time he is himself again, but charged with a new energy. The smile on his face told me that I was in big trouble and I had the distinct impression it was my turn but I had no idea what lay in store.



In his still bare form, he comes up from behind; nibbling on my neck and ears. Suddenly I feel teeth in flesh, causing that borderline feelng of pleasure and pain. Slowly, he reaches under my shirt; unhooking my bra and savoring the heat that was filling my body.



Now he gnaws a bare shoulder after stripping me of my shirt. Still behind me, he unbottons my out of the denim Im in, pushing them down and biting my back as he goes; surely leaving his mark.



Suddenly he bends his head as he stands before me, taking the pleasure center of my ample right breast into his mouth; between his teeth. Oh what delicious agony. I yelp with insane pleasure, not knowing if I could go on; ant daring to stop and begging for more!!



I am on my back now, hands and feet securely tied to the bed. Even though I am blindfolded, I can sense he is next to me or very near.



First he pinches one nip, twisting it hard between thumb and forefinger; causing it to become swollen and erectfrom the pain. Divine torture of course! Then suddenly I am aware of one leather gloved finger, tracing itself over my prone form at first. I could smell the leather as it drifted from point to point all over my flesh.



Without warning that gloved hand found its way inside me just long enough to tease and make me cry out! Then my bonds are loosened just long enough to turn me over and be retied.



I hear what sounds like the crack of a paddle against the bedpost and I am filled with both fear and exhiliration!



SMACK!! I need wait no longer as the paddle comes in contact with my bare behind. SMACK, and SMAKC again. Ten times he repeats this 'ritual,' causing me to cry out from the pain of the excitement. I feel like a felinestretching and arching its back. I long to feel him inside me again!



After removing my blindfold and untying the ropes, I am 'forced' into a 'male dominant' position. He looks at me with a devilish grin and I find I am finally getting what I need as I feel him full force inside me.



He plays the He plays the teasing game with meuntil I fel as though I will faint from the sheer force and pleasure of all that has happened and is still going on right at this moment. It was as if he wwas trying to fall deeper and deeper into me until there was just nowhere else he could go; then he pinched that oh so sensetive spot between my legs the same as he had my nips. Orgasm after orgasm washed through me like never before! It did not stop and neither and neither did he until we were both spent, completely!



When it was over, we kissed lovingly, knowingly; as his once solid form returned to the mists of sleep,only to be replaced by rays of sunshine from the new day that was dawning.



Fulfilled and at peace, I woke to the stuff that dreams are made of!

168 MPH....





The clock reaches 3:40am and I am catapulted twenty-one years behind me to a night of complete destruction. Howling winds ripping apart the very foundations of life. Driving rains pelting my sanity and the sanity of those around me, into the earth from whence we came.



The sky was an odd hue of blackest night and dark violet. Lightening flahed in the sky with the fierceness and anger of Thor himself. Trees bending to a merciless whirlwind. There were no stars to be seen, only heavy clouds filled with doom.



Hours passed as the power died and then it began, like nothing we'd ever seen, heard or felt before. Dropping pressure in the atmosphere forcing our eardrums to near shattering and our teeth to ache. Will this nightmare ever end?



Debris whizzing through windows, missiles of death for anyone who got in the way. I didnt know a mailbox could fly! Vehicles making their way down deserted streets fully unmanned, ghostlike and menacing. The roar of a jet, a sick and twisted F-14; constant in our ears. Is this what the end of the world sounds like?



Time passed with the slowness of molasses moving uphill on ice. Would this nightmare ever end? The sudden sounds of rushing wind moving with ungodly speed, a freight train bent on total destruction. Water rises, dousing everything; leaving ruin in its wake.



Creaking wood and a loud ripping as the roof is carried off to places unknown. Shattering glass, tinkling in the ominous wind. Will we survive?



I would pray if I believed but all I can do is sit and stare at the ground numb from the sudden realization that Mother Nature is indeed a harsh mistress.



The sun begins to colour the horizon in shades of pale pink, violet, yellow and blue. Birds begin to sing their song as the balance is once again restored and calm settles over the streets and in the sky. Stepping out into the light, shading my eyes from its brightness; evidence of the atste of Armageddon scattered at my feet and beyond.



Without power or way to communicate, other survivors of this modern day holocaust emerging to see the sun and survey the damage. Forty dead, more injured and over twenty billion dollars in lives destroyed.



Finally a radio sparks to life, the voice frantically describing the previous nights events.



"And before the equipment went out for the final time at the Air Force Base, winds of the storm were clocked at 168MPH....."



But for US, life begins at 168MPH!