Your Dream Man

Your Dream Man

You can't recall the first time you dreamed of me, your perfect lover. Each piece of me was carefully curated by your subconscious from hundreds of references. The kind, clear eyes of your first crush, the strong and slightly crooked nose of your favourite actor, the soft but cracked lips of your first kiss. I am a Frankensteinian fantasy that has brought you to ruin many, many times.

So often you've awoken, damp with sweat and arousal but with no memory of the delightful depravity you and and I, your dream man, engaged in. Were you artistically inclined, you may have attempted to paint me, just to capture my essence for a moment longer. To be able to freely recall the sound of my voice, the feel of my touch, the taste of my lips. The sight of me looming over you as I bring you to the heights of pleasure not possible in the waking world.

You're trying to picture me even now, as you lay in your bed with your hand between your legs, fingers tirelessly dragging through your wet folds and teasing your sensitive clit. You're thinking about how I would touch you, were I there with you and not trapped in the recesses of your mind.

The way my strong hands, once belonging to your University professor, would grip your thighs to spread them apart, fingers digging into the soft and supple flesh. The way my hair, stolen off the scalp of the cute guy at your gym, would tangle in your grip as you ground your wet cunt onto my face, legs writhing and hips rolling with pleasure.

There is none of the fumbling exploration of a one night stand, nor the lazy appreciation of a long-term lover. Each stroke of my fingers, every graze of my tongue, it carries the expert precision of someone knows your body as if it were mine own.

The benefits of living only within your mind is I know your every fantasy and can explore your deepest of desires, including the ones you would never mention aloud. I can be anyone for you, I am everyone.

I am a stranger at a bar whose eyes you meet across a crowded room. An unspoken, electric lust connects us during that simple look. And then I'm following you into the bathroom, pushing you against the wall of a toilet stall and plunging my hand into your soaked panties. My fingers stroke and caress your inner walls, while my thumb swipes across your clit like flint against steel, creating sparks of pleasure so intense you're crying out in your sleep.

I am your husband on our wedding night, carefully removing the last of your garments and worshiping the body hidden beneath them. A day's worth of stolen moments between photographs, speeches, and dancing, building up to steady flame of desire that will keep us warm 'til death do us part. My left hand, wearing the gold ring that symbolizes our love and commitment, gently caresses your breast and grips your hip. My cock, the only one you want for the rest of your life, drives deep into your raw, fertile pussy, ready to fill you with the seed that will someday grow into our family.

I am a demon straight from the depths of Hell, summoned by a ritual for a singular purpose. Bound by your magic I kneel before you, ready to serve my mistress in whatever way she wills. Your hands grip my horns as you ride my face to completion, my long forked tongue diving, delving, and tasting your sweetness. My demonic strength could easily overpower you, force you to submit to every depravity imaginable. Instead, I beg and whimper beneath you as you ride me to your own fulfillment, the claws of my hands tearing through the sheets as more of my devilish seed spills into your hot, wet cunt.

I am everything you want, and much much more. It's my face you picture as you read your salacious romance novels, my face that comes to mind when you pleasure yourself to to the cultivated fantasies of audio erotica. Were I real, and not a figment of your over-active, under-stimulated imagination, you would not need any pornography to tease and touch yourself. I would always be there, always be willing.

For now, however, we must be content with the fleeting moments we spend together in the dreams you conjure. Like star-crossed lovers we are kept apart by circumstances beyond our control. That you are real, and I am not.