Cemetery Dream

“I.. I ..I.. just came from work. I kind of forgot this was a costume party.” I stammered. “You look, ah, great. Who are you tonight?”

“I am me. I came her looking for you. Do I look like what you expected?” As she spoke, she reached out and took my hand into hers. Everything exploded and faded away all at once. We were spinning in a void, my body on fire. The world was spinning. The party had evaporated. Everything was out of focus. Except for this gothic queen. My eyes were locked onto hers.

She drew me closer as we spun, her breath hot on my lips. She smelled of lavender. I could almost feel her lipstick as she spoke, “This is what you want. I am your dream. I watch you at night stroking your cock. See the ecstasy on your face. I am in your dreams. Holding your cock. Sucking your cock. I see the images in your mind. How you fuck me. How you grab me. How you eat my pussy. It is always shaved, just like you want. Wet. I see how you spread my legs and lick my ass. My lipstick smeared onto your face, your cock, your balls. I am me. I came here for you. Take me. Use me. Pleasure me. Cum for me. “

My cock was rock hard. I had the sensation that my cock was in her mouth, yet her mouth was so close to mine that my breath was hers. I was close to cumming. I started to panic. I could not stop what was happening. I did not want it to stop, but I did not know what was happening to me. I opened my mouth to say something, anything. Scream. How did she know my fantasies, my thoughts? Stop this. As my lips parted, her tongue passed my lips. It hooked behind my teeth and pulled my lips to hers. She kissed me, passionately. Aggressively. I don’t remember breathing, but that kiss was electric. I felt her breasts, her rock hard nipples press into me. Her pelvis compressed my cock. I was losing control. I wanted this woman in a way I had never known. My cock was pulsing into her. I could feel the heat of her sex against my leg. My heart was racing. I reached around to pull her to me. Our bodies fused. She was fucking me, yet we were fully clothed. I could feel her pussy around me cock. I could not hold out much longer. I was going to cum….

“Hey!” I looked around me. For a moment, I did not know where I was. I was standing at the bar in Brian’s house, at the Halloween party. “Hey, chief, I have been trying to get your attention. You look like you were in some kind of trance. You OK?” Brian was talking to me. I looked around. The party was going on, but no gothic queen.

“Fine, fine.” I said, shaking my head. What the fuck just happened? I looked around quickly for her.

“Hey Brian, did you see a woman, tall, dark black hair, gothic outfit? Where did she go?”

“Man, I have not seen anyone like that. I would love to see her though. Is she hot?” The universal guy question. Shallow to many women, I know, but part of the guy dialogue. “She must have put a spell on you. You are white as a ghost. Nice costume, by the way. What are you, a generic overworked business guy?”

“Yea, I guess. Just came from the office,” I responded, not really interested or even hearing what Brian was saying. “I was talking to this woman dressed up in a witchy, gothic getup. Never seen her before. She was right here, but I did not see her walk away. I need to find her. I’ll be back in a minute,” I said. I excused myself from Brian and walked through the party. I looked everywhere for her, but nothing. She was no where to be found.

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