It seemed so surreal and dream like. I felt strange and detached. I was in
a room, this much I knew. There were other women in the room with me. I
sensed them rather than saw or heard anything that would have cause me to
have noticed their presence. If I looked around, all I saw was light and
mist.

There was no sound and everything was misty and hazy. It was like being in
a smoke filled room but there was no smell of smoke. Or, imagine a room
with so much dust in the air, the light sort of outlines everything with
halos or auras but obscures the details. The light was bright but not harsh
on the eyes. It didn’t seem to come from any one direction or single source
but from everywhere. There were no colors other than black and white.

The people I saw, or men I should say, they were all men, were dark against
the bright mist and other than broad physical proportions, featureless.
They never spoke. However, strangely as it may sound, when a man came up to
me I could sense his emotions and my emotions would seem to synchronize with
his.

Some examples might help clarify what I am trying to explain. Remember, I
said I felt detached. I somehow knew I was there to be assessed, if you
will. To be bartered or purchased. This knowledge didn’t upset me in the
least. It seemed so natural, as did everything. I wasn’t upset, pleased,
excited or anxious. I was disconnected from my emotions. I was just there.

A dozen or so men approached me. All, individually and looked me over. At
the time, I knew I was being appraised for something. But what for, I didn’
t know or care? Of the twelve or so, a few of these men stood out from the
rest.

The first, I call the accountant. He was tall and thin. He looked me over
for what seemed like minutes; seemly, inspecting every feature, looking for
imperfections and comparing me to the other women. He reminded me of a
bookkeeper from a Charles Dickens novel, sitting at his tall desk and
scrutinizing the figures, except in this case the figure was mine.

As he looked me over, I sensed admiration mixed with apprehension, of
missing something better. I found myself ambivalent as to whether I wanted
him to choose me or not. I felt that someone better would surely come
alone. Sure enough, he left thinking that he would come back, if nothing
better materialized.

Genghis Kahn was another memorable shopper. Now, it might be unfair to
compare this guy to Genghis Kahn, especially since I never knew Genghis
Kahn. However, whenever I think of him, I get an image of Genghis Kahn in
my mind. He was much shorter than my accountant and much broader in the
shoulders. His profile, which was all I could see, was stocky.

When he scrutinized me, it was much quicker and less for the details and
more for masochistic qualities. My mental senses were overwhelmed with deep
broodings and torment. I found myself wanting to be punished and
controlled. My out of body sense of detachment was resigned to going with
this brute and being his slave, sexual or otherwise. Abruptly, he turned
and left, taking brooding tension with him. Several others came and went
before Adonis arrived.

I was in my misty cocoon of detachment when Adonis walked up. He had an
athletic look. His athletic looking shoulders and chest tapered to a trim
waste and hips that flared slightly at his thighs. I immediately felt a
flip-flop in my stomach and tingling down below.

He looked me over with a look that seemed to undress me. I found myself
wondering about his manhood and, what he would look like, what it would feel
like in my hands. The more he looked at me the more I tingled and the
wetter I became. I saw myself joined with him physically as one. I wanted
him. I want to give myself to him.

Reaching toward me he offered me his hand. I extended my hand toward his.
His warm and strong fingers closed around mine. I felt light headed.

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Instantly, I found myself standing with him in a different room. I sensed
that there was a bed behind me. It was a bedroom. He stood silently
looking down at me.

Slowly, he reached out and pushed one of straps of my shift off my shoulder.
He did the same with the other shoulder. Gently he slid them down the sides
of my arms. The silken shift slowly slid off my shoulders, over my breasts
and hips to puddle on the floor around my feet. I was wearing nothing
beneath the simple shift.

His eyes took in my body, as he looked me up and down, much like earlier.
This time he seemed pleased with what he saw. I could sense his desire
building and I grew heady with my feminine power.

The sense of detachment was gone. My senses were now heightened. I stood
there wanting him to touch me. Finally, he leaned forward and kissed me
softly on the neck, sending a chill down my shoulders and arms. Slowly, he
kissed up to my ears and back down to my shoulders. My legs began to quiver
and my womanhood started to assert itself.

He continued to kiss his way downward. Kissing circles around and around my
breasts, he moved ever inward until he reached a nipple. Then drawing it
into his mouth he sucked gently, sending waves of pleasure through-out my
body which focused between my legs. I moaned a soft moan of pleasure and
felt as if I was almost in pain. My knees wanted to buckle. Blood rushed
to my vulva, engorging it and nature’s lubricants gushed forth. I couldn’
t take his gentle teasing any more.

Dropping to my knees I reached for his manhood. I found that he too was
without clothing and his erection was proof of his excitement and desire.
Taking him in my hands I buried my nose in his pubic hair, drawing in his
aroma. I kissed his penis up and down its length, lost to all but the
feeling of this wonderful male member in my hands and against my cheek.

Opening my mouth, I took him in. A moan escaped his lips as I circled my
tongue around his head and sucked. His moan encouraged me to pleasure him
more vigorously. While stroking his shaft with my hand, I took one of his
balls into my mouth and sucked gently. I was rewarded with a gasp. Wetting
his shaft with my salvia I began to suck him more vigorously while moving my
hand up and down his shaft. Soon he was rocking his hips forward trying to
force himself deeper into my mouth. I guess he too reached the point of
pain; he pushed my head backward, freeing himself of my mouth. Reaching
under my arms he lifted me and set me on the edge of the bed. Then
kneeling, he spread my legs and buried his face between them.

My vulva was so engorged and sensitive that the first touch of his mouth on
my clit caused a gasp to escape my lips. His tongue made a couple of
circles and buried itself in me as his mouth caressed my clit. Within
seconds I was rocking my hips and grinding my pelvic in to his face.
Quickly the wave climbed and climbed, carrying me with it until it broke and
I orgasmed, cumming in his face.

With my climax, his needs and passion took over. In what seemed like one
graceful motion; he stood, reached under my armpits, lifted and shoved me
backwards toward the head of the bed. Moving forward, his thighs forced my
legs further apart, opening me for the invasion.

As the muscular silhouette moved forward to cover my body with his, I wanted
nothing more than to give myself to him. To be taken and taken hard. I was
his and I knew it.

His lips crushed mine just moments before his tongue and male organ claimed
me for their own. The fluid motion ended with his cock buried deeply into
me, spreading my pussy walls and filling me totally.

I held on to his muscular forearms, pulled my knees up high, exposing and
offering him my total being. Using a smooth rhythm he drove himself deep
into me, then pulled back, only to drive forward again. By the third
plunge, I was thrusting my body forward and meeting him in the middle. Our
pelvises pounded into each other. My head came forward as I squeezed him
tightly, while my breasts rhythmically followed his thrusts.

Four, five, six thrusts, I started building again. Seven eight times, I was
close to the edge. Nine, ten, eleven and I went over. This time it wasn’t
a wave, it was Niagara Falls. My fingers dug into his forearms and I cried
out, as my head flopped from side to side.

My orgasm was so intense that I didn’t notice him cumming until I realize he
had stopped his thrusting and his head was tossed back as he ejaculated
within me. Then he would almost pull out, stop and drive forward again.
Like a slut, I loved it. I continued to squeeze him, trying to get him to
give me every drop of his semen. I wanted it all.

When he was spent, he slowly lowered him self into my arms. We laid
together contended, in each other arms.

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I awaken with the sunlight filling the room. I was in my bedroom, my bed.
For a moment I was disoriented. Then an urgent call from my bladder got me
moving.

“What a dream, I thought. I seemed so intense and real.”

I was moving toward the edge of the bed when I felt it. A quick pass of my
hand between my legs and a glance at the soiled sheets proved my suspicions
to be correct. et I was quickly heading toward the bathroom when something
caught my eye. Stopping, I turned and saw laying on the floor in a circle,
at the foot of the bed, a cream colored silk shift.