ONEIRONAUTICS
Sleep came
upon him, a gentle swaying upon the waters of time and space, pulling him under
– deeper, deeper until he was no longer aware of anything but the soft light
that spilled forth from some previously obscured place.
He did not
want to lose the peace he had found in this reverie. He wanted nothing but the
shallow breaths, that gentle repose, the endless void…
Years of
working his fingers to the bone to provide for himself and the family he once cherished
and the mindless activities that would take him from one hour into the next –
no purpose attributed to his actions but for the repetitive movements his body had
memorized.
Where had
the time gone? So much time and too little of the memories that should fill it leaves
him wanting more. What could he possibly believe in now, after so much life has
taken from him?
As surely as
he wondered, something manifested for him inside the dream. This was nothing
like the dreams he had come to know, courses of names and faces, tangled storylines
that made little sense, riddles within riddles he would never try to understand,
pieces of a puzzle scattered about inside the temporal lobe.
Something
was happening now that had never happened before. He was aware. He understood
that this was a dream though it felt like the real thing. “Trust it.”, came the
voice not unlike his own. “Trust yourself.”
The blue
mist rose from somewhere below his feet. He could see the flickering of light
coming from another area, perhaps another room. Instinct told him to move
toward the light and he wondered what might be waiting for him there.
He was not
afraid. He did not hesitate. He moved slowly toward the flickering light. Not a
sound could be heard. Nothing invited him, nothing warned him. He kept moving
toward it. There was something there for him, something incredible. He was undaunted
as he continued to move onward.
It was a candle
burning. One single candle and then, another just beyond the light, and
another. Where the light fell back into the darkness he saw the light of another
candle. He noted to himself that this was strange indeed, but he did not stop.
He knew something awaited him just beyond…
Then he
heard it. A moaning low and breathy, the rise and fall of breathing. As he
turned the corner he saw her. The fragrance was a mixture of musky spice,
surrounding the bed where she lay were several candelabras, their flames
dancing seductively upon the wick.
He stopped
his advancement and chose to study the room, learn the slightest inuendoes,
memorize her face, her body, and the way she moved seductively o’er the sheet.
He reminded
himself that this was a dream but the vision before him proved to be a bit more
complex.
He heard his
voice once again, “Trust yourself.”
He chose to
believe.
Carefully he
stepped closer to her. She sensed his movement and raised her head from the
pillow. “Am I dreaming?”
“One of us
is.” He responded.
He realized
his voice did not emanate from himself nor did her lips move to form the words
she spoke. The realization did not come with any questioning. He accepted it.
She did not seem to be troubled by this way of communicating.
“You came.” She
said to him as if both surprised and amused. “I called your name and you came
to me.”
He tried to
remember. Did he hear her before he fell asleep? Surely he would remember. He
thought again to himself, did I hear her summon me here as I was falling
asleep, before entering this reverie? Was her voice calling to me as I followed
the candlelight?
“I don’t
remember hearing you call to me.” He said.
“I called to
your soul, not your ear. I cannot speak words to your ear as you would hear in
the waking world. No, you will only be able to hear me from inside your mind.”
He tried to
open his mouth and form words. He wanted to speak out to her but not a word was
spoken aloud. Though this confounded him, it was not enough to disturb him.
Again he reminded himself that this was a dream.
She was a
vision to behold! Her skin was like alabaster with a tinge of blush accenting
the mounds that were her thighs, her hips, her shoulders… she tossed her hair
back and exposed her neck, the light of the flames sparkled there.
Her skin was
moist and glistened in the glow of the room. She moaned again as she sat
upright, lifted her hand, and asked him to join her.
Before he could
respond, he found himself standing before her. “Take your clothes off, I want to
see all of you as you see all of me.” She commanded.
He did as he
was instructed and unbuttoned his shirt, the folds blowing away from his body
by a phantom breeze. She reached her hand out and touched his chest while her
other hand secured him at the waist. She closed her eyes as if she were trying
to memorize the feel of him.
He began to unsnap his pants. “No. Allow me.” She offered. By some magic he
could not understand, he was now standing naked before her. Her hands brushed
lightly across his body. His muscles tensed and relaxed beneath her touch. His
body began to tingle with delight as she pulled him closer.
Her mouth
found him already erect. Kisses bussed against his stomach, his pelvis, then
his member. She ran her fingertips between his legs. He thought about how he
would return this favor later.
He looked
down into her face, her eyes wide and alert, her lips full and wet with
anticipation. He knelt to kiss her. Taking her face into the palms of his hands
he tilted her head back just enough so his lips would meet hers, a gentle kiss,
and another…
“Come upon
the bed with me, please. Join me here.” She moved to allow him room to lie next
to her. Her body was warm. He could feel a slight tremble in her kiss as she
invited him to kiss her deeper.
He nibbled
her lower lip and suckled it before offering his tongue to dance with hers.
This playfulness continued as their breathing became deeper and their desire
stronger.
Throwing her
head to the side she acquiesced, she was giving herself to him, asking to be
conquered. “Feed upon me if you dare.”
“I could not
harm you. I have no desire to insist, to coerce, to demand from you. I give you
all that I am, freely. I am making an offering of my love to you, would you do
the same?” He asked.
“Then pull
the blood to the surface so I may feel more of you. Do not stop with my neck,
but follow the sinews of my body and make the blood to rise and I will do the
same for you. Let the blood of our sweat mingle between us and enhance our pleasure.”
Her words
compelled him. He suckled along her earlobes, her neck, down her clavicle, until
he found her breasts engorged and nipples erect. He lingered as her back arched
and her thighs quivered. He could sense the muscles inside of her contract and
relax.
She pushed
him to one side and began doing the same to him, ears, mouth, neck, chest,
nipples, stomach. She moved his legs apart enough to touch him front to back
while she slipped his manhood into her mouth.
He felt her
tongue wrapping itself around his shaft as she glided her lips up and down,
emulating coitus. This moment could be more satisfying but he knew that
entering her would be the ultimate satisfaction. He tried to control himself.
The itch was greater, the sensation pulsed within him. She stopped, licked her
lips, and came up to his face to kiss him again.
He needed to
cool down. He needed more control. Again, he sucked her nipples and she writhed
in pleasure beneath him. “Am I hurting you?”
“No. You are
not hurting me. The pleasure you offer can be pleasingly painful. There is a
fine line between pain and pleasure if administered correctly. Bite my nipples.
Not too hard, but let me feel it. Then kiss them again.”
He did what
she asked of him. The moans were emanating from deep inside her.
He kissed
her stomach and gently spread her legs apart, letting his finger enter her. She
gasped.
His mouth tasted
her. It was ambrosia, and he searched for her clitoris. He parted the labia,
the lips of her divinity, and found the bulb that would release her.
Suckling hard and flicking it with his tongue
she cried out. His finger inside of her felt the contractions of her orgasm and
the rush of moisture that filled her. He immediately removed his finger and
inserted his tongue, licking the sweetness from her.
As she began
to recover he brought himself up to kiss her again while inserting two of his
fingers firmly massaging her from the inside. At once she let out a squeal and
she squirted her last onto the bed between them.
He was moved
to mount her then and there. Pushing her knees out and away, his cock moved
inward until it met its depth. Ah, the feeling of vaginal walls caressing his manhood
was breathtaking. He filled his lungs with air and began to pump into her with
a slow rhythm, growing stronger and faster until he could not restrain himself
any longer.
"I want
to cum” I am going to cum!”
“Fill me, my
lover. Let it go. Let me feel you throbbing inside of me.”
As she was
encouraging him to complete himself, his dick pulsed over and over again,
expelling load after load, more than he could remember.
“Fuck me!
Yes! Fuck me!” she was screaming low.
He closed
his eyes, breathing hard and feeling absolutely spent, he opened them once
again.
The sun was
peeking around the curtain in his room, filling it with enough light to tell
him he was back in his own bed.
His pants
were dangling off of one leg and his other leg was bent to the side. His penis
was limp in his grasp and cum covered the back of his hand. He lay there for a
time trying to remember everything about her.
It felt
real. It felt so fucking real. She was real!
The phone
rang on the nightstand, he answered, “Hello?”
“Were you
pleased?” It was her! It was the woman from the… dream.
“Yes.” He answered
and offered nothing else.
“Do you
remember? I told you that we could travel in our sleep to each other and know
each other there. You and I were lucid in our dreaming and we projected there.”
“I don’t
understand it.” He said. “How…”
“Let’s not
worry about how. Let’s just remember.” She reassured him. “If not in this
realm, then all one has to do is dream.”
“Dream.”
