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Dreamgirl
The insanely attractive flashes of black lingerie, scarlet red hair, milky white freckled skin and deep green eyes in black silk sheets.
A literal goddess on fire in a pool of shimmering fabric as dark and wet looking as oil.That is what I see when I dream of "her". A nameless temptress, pulling me away from the calming numbness of my blank subconscious. Fueling my deepest desire as if she truly was a slow burning flame in the furthest, most primal crevices of my brain. Her pale fingers intertwining through my synapses; a fantasy as permanent and necessary to my existence as drugs are to an addict.This stark image is constant in a lifetime of sexual imagination.
My twisted cerebrum conjuring further details to fit it's own erotic agenda as needed. One night she is bound and gagged, those verdant orbs staring shocked and terrified back at a dark and vengeful master. Others are full of such sweet and vivid love making that the sorrow of waking is near unbearable.For years and years, haunted by a dream so powerful, it transcended all physical needs. A constant reminder of everything I wanted in life and yet could never, may never actually find. In my loneliest hours, a beautiful, sensuous curse; in my triumphant moments, a well deserved and hopeful goal.
This dreamgirl is the root of all carnal introspection and the standard I unjustly compare to the entirety of my perceived reality.I ruminate on this vision often in my waking hours. Comparing the face to every movie star and runway model I ever see, mistakenly picking her out of endless crowds as my mind plays cruel tricks on me. Pondering how I deserved such a beautiful creature in my minds eye, even if only an illusion.
Daydreaming of trips to the UK, Ireland, Scotland, places where main stream media still portrays lush rolling hills inhabited by gorgeous single ginger maidens.
A fantasy trip to find a fantasy girl...how poetic and foolhardy.How many relationships may I have missed out on searching for the ghost of a dream? How many women and sexual partners passed on for the simple hope of a stronger desire? Further questions piling on top of an already overwhelmed, sexually torn mind.
My search still ongoing for the redhead of my dreams, and life as disappointing and unpredictable as it can be sometimes, many nights I happily dream of meeting "her".
I picture the chance encounter, the instant mutual attraction, the longing and heat of anew found romance. How cliché my brain can work in the twilight hours when in real life its realistic nonconformity knows better.
The chances of me finding my ultimate desire and her just so happening to fall for me too was a statistical anomaly that daytime Steve knew not to bet money on.
If only he could tell his nighttime counterpart to do the same rational math.Still the dreams persist and the longing only deepens as the years pass. An always evolving yet never changing sensual craving.
As familiar my reflection and yet as exciting as a first time lover. The redheaded knockout that hits me like a prize boxer every other night. What it would be like to truly feel that creamy satin skin? How sweet the smell of those bright copper locks would ensnare my senses completely. Would the sound of her voice lull me to sleep as it physically does, or pull me into a raging inferno of endless longing?I lay in bed naked and pondering, happily amused with the thought of my fiery nymph and her seductive stare. In my arms I can feel her warmth embracing me, her gentle weight applying calming pressure across my frame. The glowing nature of her skin the only source of light in the darkened room. Rivers of long red hair covering the sexiest stretch of skin along her exposed back. A dreamgirl sleeping in silk sheets, holding me as close as I hold her within my mind. To wake such a visage of perfection should be a crime, even to bring pleasure. I would play with that slightly messy mop of ruby strands and fall deep into that feeling only a dream can bring.One day, that dream will be a reality. That perfect mess of redhair and freckles will wake and smile up at me as if I was the real dream. Those green eyes sparkling like emeralds and twice as precious. Lips slightly parted and so perfect that I can't help but reach down and kiss them. That warmth in her cheeks as my slight touch brings an instant blush to her near Victorian countenance. The sigh that escapes as our lips just barely touch. The combustion that inundates us, leaving us trembling like white hot flames obliterating our nerve endings. The staggering sensation only building into a blissful crescendo of lust. Two dreams falling for each other, yearning to never wake up without one another.Our attraction all too noticeable against our intertwined bodies, instinctively prepping for what we both pine for. Plump breasts massaging my chest as our legs rub desperately together. Grasping each other tight as our hips gyrate against each other. Hands pulling at each other, pushing and morphing our ravenous bodies to fit tighter and closer together. Mouths exploring, tongues dancing, the music in our connected minds racing. Bodies unable to hold out any longer, our shocked breath exhaled in a pleasurable groan as we slid effortlessly together. My length finding its home inside my treasured lass as easily as she made her way into my dreams. Our eyes still locked, both ablaze, golden and jade. The liquid heat of her love channel engulfing my dick like a warm glove.Hands at the nape of her neck and base of her spine, we gently rock together, her nails digging into my shoulders as our lips join again. The perpetual motion of our thrusts are rhythmic and sensuous in the early morning darkness. Her body is a blessing to behold, to touch and claim as it opens itself to me completely. I cherish every sensation, every devouring kiss, each squeeze of her vaginal muscles along my engorged member. Her angelic sounds of passion and pleasure reverberating in the room and penetrating me more fully then I could have ever felt possible. Our pounding hearts beating in unison to our feverous movement.Breaking apart to furiously breath in a much needed lungful of air, my lips trace the supple line of her chin and down the hollow of her throat. The moaning amplifies as my tongue tastes the heat and lustful energy emanating from every pore on your body. Your grinding motion doubles on my aroused cock, your desire palpable. I groan with the tightness of your hardworking hole, massaging and milking my meaty dick. My teeth can't help but graze the tender flesh of your exposed shoulder, face nearly buried in that mane of soft red hair.The cries mixing with the moans bring full body spasms to her petite frame, the first signs of a glorious orgasm. I revel in the knowledge of her pleasure building, urging me to use her more thoroughly. My hands both slide to her perfect ass, cupping each cheek and helping force more of my hardness into her deepest depths. Grasping onto my slightly raised back, she clings for dear life as I lift her up and down on me. The cries become cut-off screams as the climax begins to take over. A swelling tightness overcomes all feelings as her head snaps backs, redhair flying almost weightless in her triumphant moment of pure bliss.I watch her orgasm with unblinking wonder, feeling that golden nectar coat my dick in glorious, overpowering fire. Hotter then the sunrise threatening to overthrow the night, she stammers and shakes in my embrace. I feel honored and rewarded by her pleasure, invigorated and aroused beyond words. As her moans softened I pulled her precious face to mine, kissing those still vibrating lips strongly. In my arms I roll her back onto the bed, pulling her into me with the force of a man truly on fire.Between the spread thighs of Aphrodite incarnate, I continued to kiss and thrust into her. Now fully in control, my hands pressed her into me, legs spread and forcing myself harder into her pelvis. The black ink sheets smooth and cool against our burning skin, I focus on the dream beneath me. Breaking our kiss, I look deep into the now smoldering eyes, like a green laser burrowing into me. Our moans and gasps egging us further. Our bodies jolting from the sudden movements, muscles tightened and hard. Her bosom bounces tantalizingly, a near distraction as each breast jumps. The taught nipples delicious enough to feast on for hours. The flushed pale skin across her petite frame was as mesmerizing as the very last stars in the sky.I can feel the build up to an explosion happening inside me. From the tips of my toes to behind my eyes, a numbing tightness seeps through my body. I watch her moan and writhe beneath me, also sensing the impending release, the ecstasy she will be bringing to my life. A dazzling, heartbreaking, earth shattering smile crosses an already lovely face. She finds my pleasure as paramount as I thrive for hers. Together we feel for each other's desires like empaths linked intensely to each other. My cock head thickens inside her, doubling in size and hardness as it pulsates faster, stretching her cunt as it penetrates again and again. Balls tightening and boiling with the load brewing within, I feel myself tense.The moment to truly claim my dream has come, and in her eyes I see the glint of orange daylight, like a tree canopy burning within her soul. I grasp her tight with my last thrust as my orgasm overflows. Her own body, reacting to the onslaught, is near ready to cum again. Buried deep inside the redheaded angel of my nighttime adventures, I let go of everything. With a roar, my body releases inside her like a fountain. Seed shooting violently inside, filling every crevice of her fertile center and spilling between us. Our grasping hands dig into each others skin as we cry out to the morning light like wild breeding animals. My streaming manhood pulsating endlessly in her swollen tight hole, shaking from an uncontrollable sensation of lust and victory. My body presses against hers, nearly one as we both gasp for air.The first rays of sunshine fall upon us as we stare longingly at each other. Still breathing heavy, interconnected and not yet ready to leave her, I take in again the perfection. The freckles across her button nose, the pale green eyes now hazy with lust and tiredness, the flush slowly disappearing from the pale white visage as the sun amplifies her glow, the red hair a river of perfection in the black satin bed.....Eyes opening slowly, a lovely image still burned into my eyelids, a dream already fading into the harsh light of reality as another day starts and that precious version of dream girl fades away into the far reaches of my subconscious. Hoping that I one day find her laying next to me when I awake and not just longing for another dream.
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