Dream Erotic

I had a dream last night – a vivid dream. I was in a group of people, but I was alone. At least I did not have the feeling that I knew any of the minions around me. I was standing against a wall, observing the passing people, when someone approached me.

At first, I thought it was three females but soon it was only one.

“Hi, Eric. Long time no see,” she said.

She was a gorgeous young woman with frizzy black hair; she was wearing a very short dress that emphasized her curvy figure. I did not recognize her nor have a clue of her identity and began searching my mind for a glimmer of recognition. I could not find one.

“Have we met?” I finally asked.

She was still smiling when she answered, “You said you would never forget me.”

Her flashing eyes, dark as night, gazed directly into my brain. She was standing very close to me, invading my private space but I did not recoil. Her body was so warm that she lit a fire in my soul, heating my psyche almost to the point of boiling. I did not know her name but somehow felt as though I had known her forever.

“I’ve had a sudden attack of Alzheimer’s,” I said.

She moved closer to me, static electricity raising the hairs on my chest. I had raised my palm to halt her advance. Instead, I took her hand in mine and pulled her toward me until her body’s warmth began overloading my senses.

“I’m Esme,” she said.

Esme grasped my face and kissed me. Our embrace was slow, soft and sensual. I did not know this woman, but it did not matter. We were, at that moment, as close as any two individuals could ever be. She pulled away, but only to turn her back to me so that I could stroke her neck and let my hands trace a downward path.

I lifted the edge of her short dress stroking her legs and rear with my fingers. She turned her head toward me, reveling in my touch and then kissed me one last time before dissolving away like a smoldering flame.

I was still hot when I awoke, Esme’s beautiful eyes, and her cat-like smile imprinted on my brain. Even though I did not recognize her, I somehow felt that I had known her all my life. Maybe it was in another life or perhaps she is someone that lives in that dark and mysterious realm that is our dream world.

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Marilyn's Story

Marilyn had fallen asleep in the back bedroom with the TV still on, the room illuminated by the picture tube when a noise aroused her later on that night. Looking in the mirror, she saw something black and flying through the room. Turning toward the window, she watched as it flew past the TV, and then out the closed window. She said that the incident didn’t scare her as much as it simply disturbed her, and she had trouble returning to sleep that night.

“That was weird,” Marilyn, unafraid of an evil spirit, thought to herself. We both believe there are spirits in this house (from where, neither of us are sure) but we both have no feeling that they are evil spirits. I have always felt safe in this house, somehow protected.

Perhaps the dark flying creature was but a friendly specter, checking on our well-being while we slept.

Louisiana Mystery Writer