This is a story of passion and desire, the way most of us would like to imagine sharing and giving with a loved one.

Dream Lover.........Part 1

The mysteries of night, have long fascinated and terrorized both young and old alike. The playground of shadows and demons, both real and imagined, that ripe at the senses, leaving one feeling both helpless and alone. Into the darkness comes a new presence, a dream lover, one that offers comfort...............warmth...................passion and love.

Upon the black canvas of night, a motionless form is created by brush strokes of lines and shadows, curves and twists. White sheets, with dark valleys and pale crescents, creases and folds, forming an outline of a womans' body.

The silence and unconsciousness of sleep is broken by a soft, "Hi Hon" . Blurry eyes awaken to a warm and smiling face, with bedroom eyes that melt away the gloom, like the suns rays on a frigid icicle.

Come lay with me is accompanied with a soft pat on the bed. The naked form slips under the covers and assumes the shape and contour of the host. Snuggling close, the warmth of his body soothes and reassures. Arms embrace and comfort her as she draws them around her like a shield against the coolness of the night. She takes the hand and wraps and folds it into hers, pulling it up to her lips. She kisses the hand, the hand that she knows will protect and excite her senses. She pushes her form into his , wanting to feel all that he can offer. Reaching back, she pulls his flank into her and releases a blissful sigh. The softness of his skin combined with the strength of his frame sends a ripple tingling down her spine. He softly caresses her form, like a feather drawn across a delicate fruit, the back of his fingers, lightly following the curvature of her form. Within her depths , something stirs, she draws one leg up while extending her other. His knee follows her lead and quickly replaces the void, pressing against the now exposed separation in her legs. His hand also drops to feel the fullness of her flesh, the softness and warmth, he kneads her, like bread in the making. Wanting to be comforted she again clasps his hand and draws then to her bosom, those soft and warm globes that now heave a little faster. His hand cups her and squeezes gently, caressing and fondling, he finds his own breathing increasing with each passing moment.

He can feel the pressure build, the tension in his muscles, the beating of his heart. He tries to control his breathing but his efforts are in vain. His chest heaves, feeling like it will explode, air rushing in and out, his heart pumps, like a massive turbine that's been put into overdrive. He can feel and hear his pulse, echoing through his veins like a flash flood, totally out of control.

The sound of her excitement just intensifies his want and desire of her. She softly kisses his hand and rotates towards him. He looks into her eyes and even in the pale blue light of night, sees the fire that has developed. Oh god, I love the feel of you, she whispers in his ear, her hot breath searing his skin. She nuzzles her face in the nap of his neck, they embrace and become entwined like ivy, arms and legs crossed and locked to exsert addition forward pressure so they can feel each other more intensely. He stokes her hair, that beautiful flaxen hair that feels like silk to the touch and smells like fresh cut flowers. He inhales deeply to fill his lungs with the very essence of her. A low groan of pleasure passes her lips, uummm, I like it when you play with my hair, she says as she looks up at him. He cradles her face in his hand and kisses her tenderly, his tongue caressing the outline of her lips. She responses by taking his tongue into her mouth.

Slowly at first she sucks it like a sweet candy, then, teasingly darting here and there, exploring the pleasures within. He pulls her towards him, reaches down and draws her thigh up, over his. Uncontrollable desire erupts with sensation of her probing tongue and he bares down hard on her lips. The action is spontaneous as they both launch into a deep and passionate kiss. Their tongues lash about as each gives a guttural groan of pleasure, each effected by the others passion. Locked in an unbreakable embrace, they move to a newly formed rhythm, each feeding the others desire. He pushes his knee up between her legs and she willingly accepts his motion by sliding her leg up over his waist. He can feel the warmth of her inner thigh, the more he moves the warmer she gets. The silky feel of her inner thigh drives him crazy, he kisses her with even greater fury. His own thighs burning with the want of this woman, he feels himself becoming hard. The wakening of his manhood does not go unnoticed.

She reaches down and gently takes him in her hand and strokes him slowly. Her touch sends a wave through him that manifests itself as a deep and longing groan, aaaauuuuwwwhhhh. He grabs her cheek and pulls hard towards himself, his knee starting to feel the wetness of her. Feeling her passion juices for the first time, he runs his hand and fingers along the separation of her cheeks and down, down into the waiting petals of her femininity. His mind reels at the thought of touching her and he arches his back to push his pelvis towards her garden of delights while his hand slowly approaches from the other side. Her hand being crushed between their bodies is removed and returns to his back, where she clamps onto him, never wanting to let go. She tries not to scratch but she can't help it, as the assault on her feminine charms is reached on two fronts, she throws her hip forward, letting out and aaahhhhh god and he feels the sting of her nails, digging in. He willingly bears her nails raking across his back, all he knows is that he never wants it to end.

He nuzzles his face next to hers and in a soft voice says " hon, I love you so much, his words, like a sweet spring breeze brings a contented smile to her face. And I love you too, she response, almost in a gasp , as he touches her most gently. His finger tips dance across her like a bee exploring a newly found treasure trove of pollen.

The glistening petals offering sweet necator to his touch, he relishes the feel of the soft yielding skin, laden with her dew. He probes each fold and rubs it ever so softly, each time expanding the area of exploration. He comes across her most sensitive spot and nurtures it with his touch. She sighs, letting a wisp of air escape her lungs and she shudders at this new sensation. He knows how much she loves to be stoked this way and he delights in teasing her. Ohhh!!!!!!!,!!!!!!!, more please, she says as she arches to his touch and he continues with his slow motion advance. Her passions build with each passing movement of his finger.