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Dreamin
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Dreamin I walked against the wind, my black silk pants billowing back from my legs, the juliet sleeves on my white peasant top waved in the wind behind me like butterfly wings. My hair was long again, and the stray winds whipped it behind me, a shifting shade of red and white. I knew it was a dream... the world around me was too dark, too surreal. The mushrooms were larger than the tree stumps, the grass an unnatural violet. My bare feet crunched through the underbrush without me feeling it. I felt a weight on my back and reached up to touch the hilt of the sword, quietly sheathed, without seeing it I knew it's look, a bright silver katana with a black and gold grip, two baubles hanging from the guard. I inhaled deeply and continued my journey, some part of my brain, left long sleeping, knew where I was going, but my waking mind just followed the will of my dream self. I stepped from the towering mushrooms and sinister trees into a great meadow. The tall grass waved in a rainbow of violets, reds, and black... A great green sky spread over head dotted with silver stars. This was my destination, what was I to find in this strange place, this hidden part of my mind? I gazed across the ever shifting meadow to see a figure emerge from the shadows. Taller and far broader than I, he glanced at me as if he'd been waiting, my breath caught and my heart pounded, this is what I'd been searching for. I froze midstride and met his glance, a great sword strapped to his back, a golden ring hung from his belt. Anger and hate radiated from him like a wave, his nostrils flared, and a great war cry screamed from his lips as he pulled his sword and began his charge across the meadow. A slaver, a man who captures women for prize. My hands trembled as i pulled the katana from it's sheath. His sword was thick and broad, my defense would be weak against it. I swallowed and backed up, but my back hit something solid, I turned to find another man behind me, he also carried a broad sword and wore the clothes of a slaver, but his eyes were not focused on me, but on the man across the meadow. The ring that hung from his belt, his collar, was silver. His hands slid down my shoulders, pointing my sword to the ground, he stroked my hair softly, his eyes never leaving the other man. He pulled his great sword from his sheath and slowly calmly walked towards the charging barbarian. The other man's anger, directed at me shifted and he took a massive swing at the man with the silver collar, who dodged it and swung a fist straight into the oncoming man's nose. Blood gushed, black and boiling, where it sprayed the ground it burned and hissed. The man with the silver collar turned calmly, his very being the essence of patience, and yet his eyes sparkled with the threat of death and the desire for destruction. Again the golden one charged, this time the silver one let him get nearly past him then dropped the hilt of his sword down hard between his shoulder blades. The gold one dropped to his knees, huffing and screaming in rage. The silver one spared a curious glance at me, as if to see how I felt about this battle, I still had my sword drawn, watching in a kind of rapt horror as the gold one's blood burned and destroyed everything it touched. I shivered at that glance and prepared for him to charge, but he turned his attention back to the gold one, stomping one great stomp down on the back of his fallen opponent. The gold one growled his indignation but did not immediately try to rise again. The silver man turned his back on the gold and walked towards me. I raised my sword and leveled it at his neck, steeling myself again, but he calmly gripped the blade and pushed it away, his hand slipped to his belt and he raised the silver ring. I searched his eyes, they had softened now, a sweet azure blue, I felt my grip loosen on the hilt of my sword and stepped forward as if entranced. The gold one shrieked in rage and tried to push himself up from the ground, he gained his feet and staggered towards the unprotected back of the silver one. I felt fear but the silver one held my eyes, trailing the silver ring over my neck, i felt a soft click as it locked in place, and heard the dying screams of the gold one as he faded into dust and drifted away across the meadow. The silver one gripped my jaw in both hands and guided my lips to his, claiming me in a way that touched my most intimate core. His hands, persistant but never rough, travelled down and tore open my peasants blouse, exposing my breasts to the cool breeze of the meadow. His lips followed the hollow of my throat down into the valley between my breasts his hands gripping each softly as his tongue trailed over then, his thumbs and forefingers claiming and twisting my nipples gently, his tongue trailed lower, exploring the low curing line of the silk pants I had worn. The fabric was thin and did nothing to hide the rising scent of my desire. He lowered me then on my back in the tall grass and removed the fabric in his way. His tongue explored every inch of me, tracing patterns of lust down my abdomen, following the V of my thighs before dipping into taste my heat... I felt my thighs pull together convulsively, but his hands gripped my knees and pressed them to the ground as his tongue delved deeper into my center, his tongue was so long, abnormally so it teased my g spot and tortured my inner depths, his rough hands parted my lips gently as that tongue explored every fold, every hidden treasure of me. His arms slid beneath my thighs to lift my knees over his shoulders, he sat up dragging me to him as his tongue delved lower to explore my sensitive ass hole. I shuddered and trembled at this onslaught but could do nothing, my position gave me little options to deny him, and his tongue probed deeper parting and claiming all my orifices, his fingers and tongue explored every inch of my being inside and out as they ravaged me in pleasure, I trembled violently as I climaxed again and again, when he was satisfied with his exploration, he lowered me to the ground again, my body trembling and spent, he parted my thighs again and puffed a soft breath across my engorged clit. I trembled again with a soft moan, as his knees brushed the backs of my thighs and the head of his member slide the length of my soaking slit, I begged for release, for an end to this sweet torture. He merely smiled as he teased the head within my tight pussy, stretching it near the breaking point, I moaned in delightful agony. It was obvious he was not done with me, every thing about him screamed obey, and with the discipline he had shown in battle I'm sure he would continue until the job was done to his satisfaction  Easily distracted by shiney objects |
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Nice dream Jojo. Very erotic!! Jeff
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9/2/2009 10:39 pm |
Three cheers for JO!!!!
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Can't wait for the sequel 
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9/6/2010 9:58 pm |
ok tkjkls
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