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Sweet Dreams
Chapter One
Slowly Thomas began to wake from his deep sleep. Leaning up onto his elbows, he looked around himself and saw a truly breathtaking sight. Never in his life had he seen so many endless hills, unobstructed and pure. Groggily he rubbed his eyes with the back of his knuckles and checked the landscape again. Now he could see something else, nestled inside the hills. From this distance it was somewhat difficult to completely identify, but Thomas could swear it was a house.
Pulling himself up by the tree he had taken shade under, Thomas set off toward the building.
After half a mile of walking, the shape further defined into a rather large mansion, surrounded by groves of trees and flowers. The rather extravagant garden off to the left of the mansion caught Thomas attention immediately. He marveled at the rainbow of colors that ran through the maze of intricately carved bushes. Particularly, he noticed the excessive amount of red in the garden.
Something screamed out to Thomas, deep from within his own brain. Red. What was it about red, that he should remember.
Seeking to learn more, Thomas inched closer to the garden and found himself surrounded by every flower imaginable. From this angle he could see that the exorbitant amount of red came from various patches of rose bushes that littered the garden.
Thomas couldn’t help but lean down and breathe in their sweet perfume. Again, his mind buzzed with faint remembrance. If only he could remember, the significance of the roses. Then he heard it.
Thomas’ tongue caught in his throat with the realization that he was not alone. Slowly he turned around and found himself face-to-face, inches away from the most beautiful woman he’d ever seen. Her dark, red curls formed a sharp contrast to her pale white complexion, as two curls fell freely to her chin. The soft sweep of her chin drew him in to her pert, crimson lips, modeling a tight smile as she bit her lower lip. Then he found himself at her eyes, and he was a lost man, drowning.
Straining to clear his throat, Thomas licked his lips dryly. Unexpectedly, the young belle leaned in and pressed her lips against his own. Thomas was overwhelmed as her lips formed a seal with his, and she began to lick around his lips with her tongue. Suddenly Thomas senses were assaulted by her sweet smell and again his mind screamed.
Finally, the woman released Thomas and he exhaled deeply, hoping to catch his breath. Lovingly, she ran her fingers through his hair and placed another quicker kiss upon his lips.
Shudders ran through Thomas as she led him over to a small concrete bench and motioned for him to sit down next to her. But her advances did not abate. Instead, she began to run her hands along his neck, and started nibbling on his ear. Thomas hadn’t even noticed her fancy umbrella until she had tossed it to the ground.
Seeking some clarification, Thomas reached up and grabbed the woman’s hands.
“Anna, what are you doing?” Anna? How did he know her name was Anna?
“What does it look like I’m doing, lover? Daddy’s not going to be back for at least an hour, so I plan to make good of the time.” With that she pushed Thomas down onto his back, straddling him with her long, flowing gown.
Thomas then began to wonder about her outfit. The umbrella. The gown. The small silk gloves. Where was he?
But before he could ask, Anna had resumed unbuttoning his shirt and kissing him. Her lips softly caressed his own, sending a deep rush of heat through his body. Losing all concern for his whereabouts, Thomas welcomed the warmth of Anna’s lips and the firm press of her breasts against his bare chest. Thomas welcomed the soft, yet firm, invasion of Anna’s tongue into his mouth.
Then he felt a gentle tugging at his pants and realized that Anna was attempting to remove them. Reaching down Thomas started fumbling with the button himself, but was quickly smacked away by Anna. With a sly grin she playfully blew him a kiss and slid his pants down, exposing his rigid hard on.
It was a truly startling and erotic sight. Anna’s deep blue eyes and soft, smooth features fit the profile of pure innocence, but her actions were a far different matter. Anna grabbed the base of his cock and tauntingly trailed her tongue across the slit, getting her first taste of pre-cum. Her soft, full lips left warm kisses down his shaft as she undid the top of her blouse, exposing her breasts.
Anna then placed her lips at the tip of Thomas’ cock and slowly lowered her head until she had taken him completely into her mouth. Resting her chin against his balls, she started running her tongue up and down his shaft, inside her mouth, coating it with her saliva.
Pulling his dick out of her mouth, Anna leaned forward and placed it between her breasts, rubbing it all over her chest, covering it with saliva. Then Anna placed both hands against her breasts and pushed them in, forming a channel around his dick. Slowly she began to move up and down, caressing his sensitive flesh with her own.
Many times she had to restrain the young man from gyrating against her chest. She didn’t want him to erupt too soon; however, she did want to tease him to the edge. She loved that look of strain upon his face and the sweat across his forehead as the sensations brought him closer to cumming.
Finally she released Thomas from between her breasts, licking the pre-cum from the tip of his bulbous shaft. Anna paused to admire the flushed, almost purple look that his dick had taken on. Then she straddled Thomas face, atop the bench, and slowly ground her hips down into his face.
Anna looked down, and chuckled slightly at the sight. Her gown had completely engulfed Thomas and all you could see was his waist and legs sticking out from beneath her. Then she felt Thomas' tongue snake its way around her panties and she was startled by the warm, wet intrusion.
Slowly his lips and tongue began to form a rhythm with her body and she was pumping furiously at his face. She moaned deeply as his tongue traced circles around her clit, and his teeth tugged softly at her lips. Slowly Anna felt a heat building up inside her stomach and she felt something cool running down her legs.
Then Anna noticed Thomas' cock, bobbing up and down in time with his body. That familiar itch welled up inside of her and she knew that there was only one cure.
Stepping away from him, Anna bent down and removed her panties, handing them to Thomas, who deeply inhaled them. Then she straddled Thomas and sitting on top of his dick, rubbed her slit along his prone member. His dick lay flat against his stomach as she coated his shaft and balls with her juices.
Finally, she reached down and forced his sex into her, prying a light yelp from her own lips. She hadn't realized how big he was until she felt her insides expanding to take him in. And it felt wonderful.
Raking her fingernails across Thomas’ chest, Anna uttered a low whimper. Gently Anna rocked her hips against his slick body, creating enough friction to light her senses on fire.
Thomas gripped the bench tightly, its sharp corners biting into the palm of his hand. He closed his eyes in complete ecstasy as Anna drew every bit of pleasure from him that she could muster. Finally Anna’s movements subsided and Thomas felt himself relaxing. He opened his eyes, wiping the sweat from his forehead and looked into the eyes of his beloved angel. Again, the deep blue pools, that drew him in to her soul time and again, locked onto his own and winked.
Then Thomas noticed Anna’s choker and fear over took him. The smooth crimson ribbon smoothly transformed into a trickle of thick, red liquid. Anna’s features changed from lust and pleasure to that of shock and horror. She clutched at her throat, wheezing silently in agony. Desperate for comfort she clutched at his body as the blood ran from her neck down onto his chest.
Seeking to flee from this nightmare, Thomas threw his arms above his head for protection.
Suddenly Thomas awoke, sitting upright. The cool air chilled his sweat-covered face. Absent-mindedly he brushed the back of his hand against the stubble on his chin and noticed his own heavy breathing. Closing his eyes, Thomas breathed deeply and placed his hand protectively against his chest.
Finally, once he had quieted his beating heart, Thomas once again opened his eyes. And he froze. Littered across his bed were hundreds of rose petals. Blood red rose petals.
Exhausted, Thomas fell asleep.
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