1: Lucid Dream

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Cedarwood...This is what filled my nostrils to the brim and made my head go blank with ecstasy. The man who's arms embraced me possessively was dripping with the scent of cedarwood-- as if he lived in the forest. His rough hands lightly traced from the top of my shoulder, over my clothed breasts, down my stomach, and finally curved across my waist and down my buttocks until he was gripping that oh so sensitive spot directly under my ass cheeks. A shiver went down my spine, and a sigh-- as if I had been holding my breath-- escaped my lips. I felt entranced. I couldn't move. I didn't know this man-- had no idea what his name was-- yet, he felt like the most familiar person to me. I stared at him through half-closed eyes, lips slightly parted, begging for him to touch me more. His hair was as black as night, cut short, but still fell slightly over his ears. Those deep forest green eyes looked at me as if he might devour me. The perfect line of his nose was sharp and defined, yet delicate somehow, just as his jaw was, while his perfect mouth smirked knowingly down at me as he wreaked havoc upon my body's senses. He pulled away, leaving me not only breathless but disappointed and unsatisfied with the emptiness of his touch. It was only temporary, however, as he simply adjusted his stance and swept me off my feet to hold me in a cradle. Slowly, he walked over to the riverbank, as if he was drawing this out on purpose to torture me. I had no idea how I had come to be here in the woods. It's almost as if I had just appeared here and this man had been waiting. He had yet to speak--I wondered if he even could-- and I hadn't spoken either, out of fear of breaking the enchantment. When we reached the riverbank, he lowered both of us to the ground, on a bed of lush, soft grass. He laid me on my back so that I was staring up at him. The full moon above us illuminated most of our surroundings. His face was now shadowed but his green eyes still glinted with mischievous intent. I knew what he wanted, but I wasn't afraid. I allowed him to lower his face to mine. His soft lips gently brushed over mine and it took all my willpower to not force him down that last little millimeter to complete the kiss. He pulled back slightly, and then came back down to force his lips on mine. The kiss was deep, sensual, forceful, and I couldn't get enough. It's as if I was overly dehydrated and his lips were water. His tongue flicked out to lick my bottom lip and I didn't hesitate to grant him access. As our tongues danced together in each others' mouths, his hand came up to grip my breast firmly. The involuntary moan that his touch elicited made my body hot. I felt like I was burning up. The stinging between my legs screamed to be satisfied, angry that he wasn't paying attention to it more. He could feel my want, my need. He pulled away from kissing me and stood to undress. When he pulled the black sweater over his head, I felt my mouth drop at how gorgeous he was. He was pure muscle as if the gym were his life. His sweatshirt had hidden how muscular he was very well. But, it was when he took his black jeans off, that I sucked in air in surprise, as his member was set free from its imprisonment. He was a big boy, and I wondered how he could ever possibly fit inside me. He lowered himself to his knees in front of me. I was wearing a vintage white and black gothic dress that stopped at my knees with black pantyhose. His hands lightly touched my feet and followed my legs upwards. He pushed aside the soft under lacing until most of the dress was piled on my stomach. He wasn't so gentle with the pantyhose though. His fingers grabbed the material directly over my core and ripped them to grant himself access to his prize. He didn't even spare my lace panties, ripping those as well. I felt embarrassed to be so exposed to him. The lustful look that glazed over his eyes as he stared down at me made my face burn red. I had to close my eyes and force myself not to squirm under his gaze. It wasn't until I felt something wet touch my core that I gasped and my eyes flew back open for me to realize he had lowered his head and was licking me vigorously. His tongue danced in and out of me and it felt so good that my hands flew to his head so that I could grip his hair and prevent him from pulling away until I was fully satisfied. His barrage made my embarrassment quickly disappear, replacing it with a pleasure that was making the most sensual of moans escape my lips. The pleasure grew and grew until I had to lift my hips off the ground from the explosion of satisfaction. I couldn't help but scream my pleasure to the night as my mind blanked and all I could see was stars. His mouth left me and was replaced with his fingers. They rubbed over me ever so slightly, but it was enough to bring back the burning need I felt for him. He lifted his eyes to look at me. I knew he could tell what I wanted from him. His mouth turned up into a smirk and he crawled up over me to kiss me again. I could taste myself on his mouth, and it turned me on even more. He rested his length on top of my core. I could feel the warmth and blood pulsing. I wanted him to enter me so badly that I started moving my hips so that he was rubbing me. I think I surprised him because he stiffened and a small moan escaped his lips. He lifted himself up to fight with the top of my dress. It had a built-in corset and was laced up the front. He quickly undid the lacing and roughly pulled at it so that he could shove the straps down onto my arms and the corset onto my stomach to free my breasts. With my arms trapped at my sides now, there wasn't much I could do except wish he would grant me satisfaction. He gripped my breasts firmly and moved them in circles as his fingertips caressed my n*****s. When my breathing was ragged from suspense, he lowered his mouth to one and flicked his tongue continuously over my n****e before hungrily taking it and as much of my breast as he could into his mouth. I moaned in ecstasy. His mouth was magic and his touch set all my nerves on fire. He continued, switching back and forth, while also rubbing himself against me. I couldn't take it anymore, and small whimpers left my lips. I could feel the vibration of his chuckle against me. He was amused at how much I needed him. His hips lifted. I could feel the tip of him touch me and I was holding my breath in anticipation. But, he stayed there, unmoving. He brought his lips to my ear and whispered, "It is not yet your time." His deep voice sent chills throughout me. As the gravity of his words began to sink in, I could feel his lips graze my neck, and then his teeth. When I truly registered his words, he sank his teeth in. And that was when I woke up.

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