10:48 p.m. :: 2008-05-17
'Only in My Dreams'

"Let it go, Kathryn! Let GO..."

They were the words that stuck in her mind as she woke from the frenzied dream. She was panting as if she had sprinted down the block, and she was sweating although she had kicked off her covers. She looked at the clock across the room. 1:47 am, it read, the greenish glow cast by the numbers faintly illuminating the bedroom. Kathryn struggled to remember the dream that had awoken her but all she could remember was a faint impression of being frightened and a burning

sexual need that was still imprinted on her body.

She shifted on the bed, and grimaced as she felt the

wet spot underneath her bottom. She was as aroused as

she could remember being, and she knew that it was all

due to the dream. Her hand slipped down to her

wetness. Her silky nightgown had twisted itself above

her hips, and her pussy was exposed to her waiting

fingers. Kathryn slipped a finger between her moist

lips and sighed as she came into contact with the

slickness of her engorged clit. She rubbed lightly

back and forth over the tiny kernel of flesh, moaning

at the pleasure that rushed through her. She spread

her legs further and pulled her knees up so that her

feet were flat on the bed beneath her. Pulling her

clit through her fingers, she felt almost as if she

were jerking herself off, or what she imagined it

would be like if she had a cock instead of a pussy

between her legs.

It wouldn't take long, she thought fleetingly, as she

moaned softly. She felt the pleasure build inside her

and as she crested the peak into orgasm, she had a

vivid vision of blazing green eyes burning themselves

into her soul as she cried out her pleasure.

Relaxed, Kathryn rolled over and went back to sleep.


Kathryn started awake with a small scream. Her entire

body was suffused with warmth and she could feel her

juices puddling underneath her body. Her face felt

flushed and she was sexually aroused. She glanced

over at the clock through the darkness. 3:58 was the

time according to the fluorescent numerals glowing on

the front of it. She had a memory of a man's laughter

ringing in her ears, and somehow she knew that it was

the man she had been dreaming about for weeks now.

She couldn't put the dream together, but each time she

had it she woke up with her body on fire with lustful

cravings. Each time, Kathryn could remember small

details of a male presence. So far she had an image

of thick dark curling hair atop a swarthy complected

man with green eyes. She was mesmerized by the

emotions this dream engendered in her. Every night

she awoke in the middle of the night she was bathed in

a mixture of fright, mortification, and carnal need.

This night was no different, and her right hand

slipped easily to her dripping pussy. She was so

close to orgasm, and tonight she flicked briefly over

her clit before dropping her fingers to the tiny hole

that was generating so much heat. Kathryn slipped her

forefinger inside her passage, moaning at the

penetration that was so close to what she wanted, but

not quite enough. She quickly joined her middle

finger to the first, and she slid them in and out


She could feel the slickness of her inner membranes

part for her touch, and she began to pick up the speed

of her thrusts. Kathryn could hear herself panting

with her mounting passion, and was briefly glad that

her windows were closed against the chill of the

autumn air. The neighbors had no need to know what

went on in her apartment, after all. Finally, she

reached her peak, and let out a sharp cry. Her

pleasure was sharpened by the fact that her left hand

was unconsciously squeezing her left nipple hard just

at the moment of her orgasm. The twinge of pain

seemed to raise her just little bit higher on the

plateau of passion. "Good girl..." she thought she

heard a deep voice mutter as her body convulsed.

Exhausted and a little bewildered, Kathryn rolled onto

her right side and drifted off into a dreamless



Her daily life continued much as it ever had, although

Kathryn's nights were interrupted more and more

frequently by her dreams/nightmares. Work was its

normal 8 to 5 grind, and if she was a little less

productive than usual, no one noticed other than her

good friend Lara. Lara asked her several times over

the past month if she was coming down with a cold or

the flu. Kathryn just laughed it off and continued to


The dreams were becoming more common although at first

they had been rare, and as September dragged into

October, they picked up in frequency. Kathryn had

started to keep two things by her bed at night.

First, a small notebook with an attached pen, because

she remembered hearing somewhere that if you write

your dreams down while they were still fresh in your

mind, you could piece them together later, when you

woke up for real. The second was a dildo. She hadn't

ever owned one before, but there had come a time that

fucking herself with her fingers in the middle of the

night hadn't given her the thundering climax that she

needed to fall back asleep. So she had surfed the net

and ordered one from one of those places that

guaranteed delivery in a plain brown wrapper. Seven

days later, she was holding an 8-inch plastic phallus

in her hand, finding it hard to believe that she had

actually bought it, and even smiling a little.

Kathryn had always been a little repressed, sexually.

She had lost her virginity at age 23, mostly because

she wanted to see what all the fuss had been about.

She wasn't impressed. Over the subsequent years, she

had indulged a few times with a few different lovers,

occasionally reaching orgasm with them, but overall,

sex wasn't something that she thought about much.

Now, at 36 and still single, she figured that her

sexual peak, such as it was, was over, and she settled

in to what she considered staid spinsterhood.

Her outward appearance was conservative. Her work

wardrobe consisted of skirts that came to just below

her knee, button down shirts, and the occasional

blazer for cooler weather. She wore her hair up in a

bun every day, and didn't bother with makeup. Her

lingerie consisted of sensible cotton panties and

matching soft cup minimizer bras.

At night, though, when she was alone, Kathryn brushed

her dark hair 100 strokes each evening after taking

her evening shower. Her hair was quite thick and

wavy, which was why she kept it pinned up every day.

It wouldn't do for people to see her unprofessional

locks flowing past her shoulders, she thought. Each

night she slipped into nightgowns made of silk or

satin, with perhaps a bit of lace to adorn them. They

were her secret vice, and she loved the feel of the

soft material against her skin. Her breasts were

larger than they appeared in her basic bras, and the

nipples were large and tended to grow erect as the

delicate fabrics caressed them each evening.

No one had ever seen the correct Kathryn Evans in any

of her sensual underthings, with her hair in loose

waves just kissing the tips of her firm breasts. None

of her lovers had ever taken the time to care, and

indeed, Kathryn herself would have been embarrassed

for anyone to see her. On extremely rare occasions,

Kathryn would masturbate herself to orgasm while she

was in a bubble bath, but that was only every few

months when the need became too strong for her to

control. She felt that it was shameful and that no

moral woman would do such things to herself.

The onset of "the dream" during the summer months had

changed that. She wasn't sure if it was a dream or a

nightmare, and she was too unsettled by it to care.

Each time she had "the dream", Kathryn woke to find

herself bathed in perspiration and sexually aroused to

a frenzy. She had never had erotic dreams before, and

it worried her. She never remembered the plot of the

dreams, but occasionally she had faint impressions as

she started awake. There was a man in the dream, and

he had a deep voice. Sometimes, she felt like she

could feel his tongue on her body, licking and kissing

and caressing her until she could scream. Sometimes

she swore that she felt his hands on her, ungentle and

almost rough as they touched her nipples, belly, and

vulva. But every time she dreamt, she woke up in the

dark, alone, and needing to climax before she could go

back to sleep.


On the morning of October 29th, Kathryn went to work as

usual. She looked worn out, and her friend Lara

commented on it. She had small circles under her

eyes, and her face looked pale against the white

oxford cloth of her shirt. She knew it was because

she had experienced her now usual dream each night for

the past two weeks. There hadn't been a break at all,

and each time her body needed more and more pushing to

burst over the wall into orgasm. Just the dildo

wasn't enough.

Kathryn had braced herself over the past couple of

weeks for what she knew she had to do. She had driven

to a large town about 50 miles away to an adult toy

store, where she had actually gotten up enough nerve

to go inside and make a purchase. She had gotten rid

of the notebook (it was blank anyway... she was too

busy when she woke up to write anything!) and now next

to her bed lay the original dildo, a set of nipple

clamps, a slim anal vibrator, and a ball gag.

Kathryn's moans of passion from her nightly exertions

had increased in volume, and she discovered that she

couldn't control herself anymore. She used the ball

gag now before she went to bed, knowing that her

screams of ecstasy would be muffled enough to keep her

neighbors from wondering what was going on.

Kathryn knew something was wrong with her, but she

just couldn't bring herself to consult a mental health

professional. She had started to look forward to

falling asleep now, just so that she could awaken in

the middle of the night with her body on fire.

Kathryn found herself going in to her boss' office

that day tell him that she needed to leave early.

Lara was right, she thought, she WAS ill, and she

needed to do some soul searching. Keith barely looked

up as she talked to him. She had always been almost

non-existent as a person; that she needed some time

off was unexpected, but hardly a catastrophe. He

carelessly told her to take the next couple of days

off too, and he would see her on November 1st.


That night was no different from the previous week's

worth of nights. "Soon my sweet..... Soon...." she

thought she heard as she started awake. Kathryn

immediately looked at the clock. 5:07. The time that

she awoke each night had grown later and later. She

reached for her toys and quickly masturbated to a

strangely unsatisfying orgasm.

She spent the rest of the day lying on her couch. She

wondered what could possibly be wrong with her. She

didn't do anything productive all day, which was very

unlike her sensible self, and she finally went to bed

around 10 pm. It didn't really matter what time she

went to sleep... she knew she would be awakened by

"the dream". Strangely, part of her was looking

forward to it.


Sure enough, Kathryn awoke to the darkness of night.

She glanced over at the clock out of habit, and was

slightly surprised to see that it was 12:01am. The

time didn't matter, though, she was horny.

As usual, she had kicked off her covers and lay

exposed from the waist down. She could smell her

arousal, and she had learned to almost delight in the

way that her juices lubricated down the crack of her

ass. She was hot as hell tonight, and she leaned over

and opened the window next to the bed, enjoying the

fresh cold air as it rushed through into the heated

room. She picked up the nipple clamps first. She

pushed her silk gown underneath her breasts, exposing

the pale flesh to her gaze. Her dark pink nipples

were erect with her excitement and the coolness of the

air, and she easily clipped the metal jaws to the

ruched flesh, wincing as she did so. After they were

attached, she pulled experimentally on the chain, and

moaned through her gag as she felt the tug run through

her body to her pussy.

She pulled herself to her knees and felt on the floor

for the two dildos lying there. She knelt on her bed

as she tested the anal vibe to make sure the batteries

were working. She smiled inwardly as she felt it

spring to life. She reached back, between her legs to

run it into her dripping pussy. She had discovered

that when she covered it with her juices, it slipped

deep into her ass easily, stimulating parts of her she

didn't dare to dwell on in the light of day.

As she thrust it into her tight channel, she almost

jumped out of her skin as she heard a deep voice say,

"Not so fast, little one..." She would have leapt off

of the bed, but a strong hand suddenly held her hair

taut, immobilizing her.

She pulled as hard as she could without pulling her

hair out by its roots, but couldn't move her head one

inch. She screamed, but the gag in her mouth muffled

it, so that only a squeak came out. Her hands

immediately flew to the one holding her still, and she

began to pull on it.

"STOP!" the voice commanded her at the same instant

that a sharp smack landed on her tender bottom.

She was startled into freezing, and she felt the hand

that had smacked her now softly caress the spot that

he had spanked. "Good, little one. It's only me.

Just me. You're safe..." And she knew that voice. It

was the voice from her dreams. Maybe she was dreaming

now, Kathryn thought to herself. Or maybe she was just

insane, she thought again.

The hand stroking her ass now slipped down to her

womanhood. She was still wet, she thought, as she

felt the coolness of his hand glide over her swollen

labia. His hand felt large, and somewhat coarse, and

his fingers pulled on her pussy lips, making her arch

her back and push against him.

She heard him chuckle. She knew that laugh. It was

definitely the laugh of her dream.

It was as if he could read her mind. "No, you aren't

dreaming. This is real, and I am going to make you

feel all those things that have been teasing you for

these past months. Now, promise me you won't move if

I let your head go?" he asked her.

She nodded as much as she could and pushed her pussy

against him again. She was rewarded by that deep

chortle again, and his hand let her hair go. She

cautiously turned her head to look at him, but was

frustrated by the darkness of the room. All she could

see was the outline of his wavy hair and his

powerfully built body. She could see his skin,

gleaming in the glow from the clock, but couldn't make

out the features of his face.

His hand had never left her pussy, and she inhaled

deeply through her nose as he suddenly pushed a finger

deep inside her. "So wet, little one." She felt him

withdraw his finger. She heard a small slurp and the

words, "And so sweet. I knew you would be." She

shuddered and arched her back at what she imagined him


Then he was there. She was on all fours on the bed,

and suddenly his face was between her legs, licking

her out from behind. She dropped her shoulders to the

bed and arched her bottom up to present herself to his

face. The pain from her clamped nipples pressed on

the bed seemed to raise her awareness of her body

higher. She had never done anything like this before

and had always thought it was dirty, but it felt so

incredible to feel his tongue licking up one side of

her pussy and down the other. He thrust his tongue

inside her, and she felt his face pressing up against

her most intimate areas. Kathryn felt herself blush

at what he was doing. She wriggled back and forth,

and she heard his muffled laughter from her enthusiasm

for his travails. He pulled his tongue out with a

liquid noise, and then she felt his flick it across

her clit. If it hadn't been for the gag, the

neighbors would definitely have called the police,

because as he fastened his mouth on the tiny organ and

began to suck, Kathryn fully screamed. She thought

she was going to explode as he quickly rubbed his

tongue across the tip of her sensitive flesh and she

climaxed harder than anything she had ever experienced


He licked her gently through her orgasm, and when she

started to come down from it, he took the flat of his

tongue and trailed it up over her slit and zeroed in

on her tiny rosebud. He drew circles around and

around it, occasionally pressing gently against the

closed portal.

Kathryn couldn't believe what he was doing to her.

She had never played with her ass before. Well, until

the dreams had "made" her go buy the anal probe that

lay unattended on the bed next to her. She never

dreamed that someone would actually want to lick her

there, but god, it felt incredible to her. Small

nerves that she never knew existed seemed to fire

little bursts of pleasure up her spine with every

movement of his tongue. She moaned and squirmed

underneath his attentions. When she felt his tongue

slightly part her tightly clenched hole and slip

inside, she thought she would melt.

As he rimmed her ass, she was stunned to feel his

fingers slide inside her pussy. She wasn't sure what

feeling to concentrate on, so she stopped

concentrating. She thought she could hear his voice

in her head now, "That's right, little one... let it

go...". Between the friction of his fingers sliding

in and out of her seldom-used opening and the

slickness of his tongue stretching her anal passage,

she was starting to climb to another orgasm.

She breathed quickly in and out of her nose, and

listened to her muffled moans through the ball gag.

She closed her eyes, and felt all of the strange but

wonderful sensations shooting from her nether regions

to her brain. Kathryn pushed her bottom against his

face, and froze. She screamed again as her body

convulsed over and over in physical pleasure such as

she had never experienced in her life. He never

stopped touching her throughout her peak, prolonging

the pleasure as long as her body could handle it.

Finally, she pulled away slightly. She was just so

sensitive down there that she couldn't think of his

touching her anymore. She collapsed on the bed, face

down, oblivious to the pain of her clamped nipples

underneath her.

She vaguely heard him laughing. A full bellied, deep

laugh, and she turned her head to see him standing at

the foot of the bed. His white teeth glowed with his

smile. "Ahhh... you are everything I hoped and more,

my sweet," he told her as he walked around so that he

was standing beside her.

She could see the stiffness of his cock outlined by

the faint light in the room. He was erect. Long and

thick, pointing up towards his stomach. She hadn't

ever seen a man that large. He had to be eight

inches, and she reached out to touch him.

It was his turn to groan as her hand wrapped itself

around his hardness and she caressed him gently. She

smiled as she felt the wetness at the tip where his

arousal was showing itself, and she wished that she

could taste him. She reached up to undo her gag, but

he stopped her. "No, little one. Keep it on. For

me." And she did.

She rolled over onto her back, and winced as she felt

the chain from her clips pull on her. Now that she

wasn't flying on the way to an orgasm, the pain of her

nipples became more real to her. Once again, he

seemed to read her mind.

"I think they add something, don't you?" he chuckled

as he took one of his large hands and gently tugged on

the chain. The twinge seemed to run down to her

pussy, and she felt her arousal start to grow again.

She retaliated to his actions by slowly jacking off

his cock until she saw him throw his head back and

moan. She loved that she was able to make him feel

this way. She had never made a man feel this good,

she thought. She had never tried. His hand covered

hers and he stopped her.

"I have waited too long for this, sweet one. I can't

wait any longer. I need to be inside you." and then,

she was startled when she heard his voice take on a

slightly vulnerable tone. "May I?"

Kathryn moved over on the bed a little bit, and pulled

him down. He fit easily between her legs, and his

weight settled on her, making her feel more female

somehow. He licked around her mouth, and she felt the

wetness of his tongue on her stretched lips. She

wished she could kiss him, but knew that the gag was

somehow part of the magic of the evening and resigned

herself to the thought that she couldn't.

His cock rubbed against her opening, and she arched,

trying to get him to slide inside. He teased her by

pulling away every time it seemed like he was about to

penetrate her. "Mmmmm.... greedy girl, aren't you?"

he taunted her with his sexy voice.

She nodded emphatically, and he laughed. Suddenly,

though, he stopped, as his cock slid about two inches

inside of her tight slit. He inhaled deeply and she

breathed through her nose as deeply as she could at

the sensation.

"You feel so good, little one," he told her as he

thrust himself all the way into her. As his balls

gently slapped against her ass, her eyes closed in

pleasure and she let out a little sigh. He

immediately pulled out.

Kathryn's eyes flew to his. Green, she noticed in the

dim light. His eyes were green. But she already knew


"Look at me, little one. I want you to look at me as

I fuck you." He thrust himself into her again, and

she didn't look away. "Look into my eyes so I can see

your pleasure..." he continued to talk to her as he

drove gently in and out of her.

Kathryn looked deeply into the green eyes. She was

mesmerized by his gaze. It was almost like being

hypnotized, she thought vaguely, as she felt his

thickness parting her soft pussy walls over and over

again. She was half listening to him as she

concentrated on the feelings in her body.

Occasionally he would take one hand and tug on her

nipple clips to get her to focus on his voice. She

felt herself climbing to another orgasm as he picked

up the pace of his thrusts. Her moans were escalating

in volume, and she felt herself about to peak as he

suddenly rammed his cock into her as hard as he could,

and she screamed her pleasure as she spasmed beneath


He held himself still as she came, not moving his cock

or his body at all. Kathryn was unaware of anything

except her flesh squeezing the thickness inside of

her. It felt better than any of her previous orgasms,

and but as she came down from her plateau, she

realized he was still hard and throbbing within her.

He smiled. "That's right, my sweet. I am not done

with you just yet. Shall we go for one more?" and he

started his familiar in and out rhythm again.

This time Kathryn knew better, and she didn't even try

to look away from his gaze. She could just about make

out his facial features in the light of the

approaching dawn. She arched her back up and parried

each of his thrusts with her hips. She felt his cock

rub against her clit with every motion, and she felt

her climax rising again.

He picked up speed, and the forcefulness of his cock

ramming into her was causing obscene slapping noises

that reverberated through the quiet of the room.

Other than that, the only sounds were his harsh

breathing and her muffled moans.

Kathryn was almost there when she felt him freeze and

ram his cock into her as deeply as possible. He just

held it there and let out a roar of passion that she

just knew would wake the neighbors. But she didn't

care. As she felt the spurts of his essence deep

inside her, he pulled her nipple clips off. The

resulting pain melded with the thrill of his climax,

and she felt her entire body melt with her own orgasm.

She felt herself soar higher and higher with her

gratification, and then the world went dark as she

blacked out from the extreme pleasure.

When Kathryn came to, she was alone in her bed. She

looked over at the clock, which plainly read 10:21 am

in the daylight. Her entire body ached, and the room

reeked of sex. She jumped out of bed, and quickly ran

through the apartment looking for him. He was gone.

She wasn't quite sure that the whole thing hadn't been

a dream after all. There was no evidence that anyone

else had been with her the night before.

She wandered into the bathroom, and started to run a

bubble bath. She needed it, her body was telling her.

She looked at herself in the mirror. She touched her

face where it hurt from being stretched by the gag all

night. Her nipples were still hard, and sensitive to

the touch from the clips. But other than that, she

was the same old Kathryn Evans. She soaked in the

tub, and wondered about the dream. She spent the rest

of the day lounging around her apartment again,

strangely reluctant to leave. Her world had turned

topsy-turvy, and Kathryn was nervous. Besides, if it

wasn't a dream, he might come back.

That night, Kathryn chose her favorite black lace

nightie. She brushed her long hair till it shone, and

she even put a tiny bit of make up on. She knew it

didn't make any sense, but she wasn't quite sure what

DID make sense anymore. She turned out the light at

11:00. The cool night air caressed her body, and the

night sounds coaxed her to sleep. She tossed and

turned and finally drifted off.

She started awake and immediately looked at the clock.

11:57 pm. It was dark in the room, but Kathryn

instinctively knew she wasn't alone. She looked about

and as her eyes adjusted, she saw him.

His teeth gleamed and she smiled back at him. "Ah,

little one. I waited so long for you, and now I have

to go."

Kathryn opened her mouth to protest, but he stopped

her. "No. Trust me. You do trust me, don't you?"

When she nodded, he continued. "I will come to you

again, my sweet. You have learned so much. Dream for

me sweetheart... dream for me..."

Kathryn blinked at the sudden tears that sprang to her

eyes. She wiped them away with the back of her hand,

and started to say something. Only to realize as she

looked around the room that she was completely alone

again. She fell asleep and slept straight through

till her alarm went off at 6:30 am.


Kathryn went into work as usual. She went to her

cubicle and hung up her blazer. She sat down at her

computer terminal and started catching up on what she

had missed the past couple of days. Her friend Lara

poked her head around the corner at about 10:00.

"Hey, what's... Kathryn! What did you do to

yourself?" Lara exclaimed as she took a look at her


The normally dowdy Kathryn had changed. Her long hair

shone in the light and flowed down her back to right

past her shoulder blades. Her oxford button down was

actually unbuttoned a few buttons, and Lara could

swear that Kathryn wasn't wearing a bra! "You look

terrific, Kathryn!" Lara said in sincere admiration.

"Did you go to a spa or something?" she asked.

"Kathryn," Keith started as he swung around the

cubicle opening to plop some papers on her desk.

"Whoa! What's going on here?" he asked. "You look

GREAT!" Keith told her loudly.

The commotion had made Kathryn blush, and had also

drawn the attention of some of the other members of

the cubicle crowd. They found reasons to walk by

Kathryn's desk, and some stopped to talk and even

flirt a little at the beauty that had appeared in

their midst.

One man finally had the nerve to ask Kathryn if she

had put on a mask today in honor of Halloween.

Kathryn's answer surprised even her. "No, I think I

finally just took mine off." She knew that she was

never going to allow herself to deny her newly found

sensuality again. She wondered if her lover would

ever come to her again, and she swore that she could

hear that voice inside her head again. "Halloween, my

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