Wet Dreams

byCalixte420©

Amy leaned back on her bed, yawning and stretching. She didn’t want to get up just yet because she was hoping to try and finish her delectable dream about Dominic. She’d been dreaming about him often, and lately the dreams had gotten more and more vivid, realistic and sexual. As the dreams got hotter and became more frequent, she repeatedly found herself waking up aching with need for Dominic’s touch, since the only time he actually showed sexual interest in her was in her erotic dreams.

Dom was a blackjack dealer by day and a jungle DJ by night. The records he spun were fast, aggressive, electronic, and Amy always found that his music selections excited her. In truth, everything about Dom excited her. He had a beautiful body, a sexy voice, and a cool profession. He fit the role of “tall, dark, and handsome” to a T, but that wasn’t why women found him mouth-watering. Women found him irresistible for a much less tangible reason, a reason nobody but Amy could quite put a finger on.

Amy recognized in Dominic a quality that she sometimes possessed; the man was simply oozing with sexual energy. She could feel electricity in the air every time he looked at her, and one time she nearly had an orgasm just because their thighs touched when he sat down next to her on the couch. She knew he affected every woman in the same manner, since she was so aware of the mysterious sexual energy he exuded.

Amy was twenty years old and didn’t find herself attractive, even if other people did. She had dirty blonde hair that hung four inches below her shoulders, and fell somewhere in between wavy and straight. She had ivory skin and freckles, traits that corresponded with her Irish/English ancestry. Her eyes were a bluish gray but changed color with her emotions. She was five feet four inches, and weighed in at less than one hundred fifteen pounds. She didn’t have quite the magnetic sexual pull that Dom did, but she’d figured out the golden rule of desire: If a woman is turned on enough, the men around her will be, too. She’d experimented with this theory several times, with similar results. She would masturbate for at least twenty minutes, bringing herself to the brink of orgasm several times, but never quite allow herself to reach full release. Because of this, she’d remain excited for at least two or three hours and when she went out and socialized, she noticed the change. Men, and some women would react to her differently. They’d talk to her more, and their voices would sound lower and breathier. They’d look at her differently, their gazes lingering on her much longer than she expected. The extra attention would turn her on even more, and those people with whom she’d socialized would notice her desire building, and they’d also become more excited, and so on.

But the golden rule if desire was the furthest thing from her mind as she lay there in bed. She was trying to force herself back into her dream when the phone rang. It took her two more rings to answer, since she was in a lazy mood, but her demeanor changed abruptly when she heard the voice on the other end.

“What’s up, Amy. It’s Dom.”

“Hey, what’s up?” she replied in a pathetic attempt to sound casual.

“I’m spinning at the club tonight and I was wondering if you wanted to drive up with me. I’ll comp you in and everything, so you won’t have to pay.”

“Of course I’ll go, Dom. I’ll see you in twenty minutes,” she said, since she lived less than five minutes away from him. Then she started her process of getting ready. She started to play with herself, repeatedly bringing herself right up to the edge of orgasm, building up but never relieving the tension. She dressed in anticipation of her night to come, in clothes that were sexy yet comfy. Maybe, with the help of her curve-hugging sweater, she could capture Dominic’s attention in a way she’d never been able to. Before she put on her panties, she put her hands between her legs and rubbed some of her juices on her wrists and neck for a sexy, yet natural scent.

A short car ride later Amy was at his place, and when she knocked on the door, she heard him call out, “Come in.”

As she entered his apartment, his German shepherd came bouncing over to greet her. She bent to scratch his bouncy pet, Louie, on the head, and then her mouth went dry as she caught a flash of Dom’s naked torso. He whizzed past her into the bathroom, calling out that he’d be ready any minute if she wanted to wait outside in his running car. She agreed and walked outside, where he wouldn’t be able to see her flushed face and dark eyes.

Dominic came outside and put his records in the car. Then he hopped in, turned up the music, and took off. He drove like a racecar driver, which made Amy both excited and nervous. The music was too loud for conversation, which left her floating in thoughts about how excited she was getting from his driving, and even from just sitting next to him. She crossed her fingers and hoped she wouldn’t leave a wet spot on the seat.

Before she knew it, Dom was pulling into the parking lot and announcing their arrival. As he spoke, he looked straight at her, and his eyes held hers for what seemed like five minutes. During that time, she could’ve sworn that bolts of electricity jumped back and forth between them, but before she knew it, he broke the moment by opening his car door.

“Are you ready?” he asked as he reached into the backseat to grab his records. If only he knew, she thought to herself. She nodded, and stepped out of the car, shocked out of her dreamy state when the wind’s icy fingers caressed her neck. The warmth of the club was a welcome relief.

Once they were inside, he took off to make his rounds, and she found herself disappointed, craving his magnetic presence. His set was next, though, and soon she looked up to see him onstage. He played some excellent tracks, and she found herself staring into the DJ booth as she danced to the music. Sometimes he’d look up and make eye contact with her, simply staring at her from underneath those dark, brooding eyebrows. During those moments, it felt like they were the only two people in the room, even though the club was packed. He never missed a beat in his set, and she never missed one in her dancing.

Two exhausting hours later, they made their way to his small black car. They both felt drained, but the sexual energy was still present. About halfway through the drive home he turned down the music, and turned his head slightly to talk to her.

“You know why I like it when you come to see me spin?” he asked, and then answered, without waiting for a reply. “Because you don’t stop dancing. I love it that my music keeps you constantly moving. I feel like you’re dancing just for me.”

When they reached his house, Dom suggested she come inside, since the night was still early and he wouldn’t be going to sleep for hours. Amy agreed, but only if she could go home and take a quick shower.

She was back at his house in less than twenty minutes, and she saw a note on his door, which said:

Come right in. I’m in the shower but I’ll be out soon.

Make yourself comfortable.

---Dom---


Amy read the note and walked in the front door. She pet Louie and sat on the couch, nearly overcome with anticipation, hoping he hadn’t invited anyone else over. Sexual thoughts of Dom swarmed through her head, and she turned when she heard soft footsteps. All rational thought cleared out of her head when she saw that Dominic was dripping wet and naked. She couldn’t pull her eyes away from his glistening musculature, or his smooth expanse of tanned skin. Her eyes then traveled uncontrollably to his groin, just as he realized she was waiting on the couch, and he turned and walked back to the bathroom.

Her head swam as she recalled every inch of his delicious body. She could hear her own heartbeat thumping in her ears and feel the moisture between her legs. She felt maddened that he could just turn around and walk casually back to the bathroom. She felt overwhelmed by the wave of lust that had just flooded her body. She felt sorry he hadn’t stood there and let her finish visually appreciating his body. And she felt faint when he sauntered back in wearing a towel, and picked up a pair of pajama pants from the pile on the corner of his bed (which was placed in the living room). He disappeared back into the bathroom to change, and came out in flannel plaid pajama pants, which did little to hide the outline of his huge cock. As he slipped into a thin shirt, which clung to his luscious body, Amy felt some of the blood return to her brain.

He looked at her and grinned, one of those devastatingly dark smiles that made Amy wonder about his intentions, and finally, he spoke.

“I’m sorry if I embarrassed you. I didn’t realize you were here, and I’ve got a habit of walking around my house naked.” This was more information than Amy needed to know, and once again, the heat rushed to her face.

“I have to g-go to the- the bathroom,” she stammered, and almost jumped out of her seat on the couch at the electric sparks from his closeness. She rushed to the bathroom, where she sat and tried to calm herself.

“I’m calm. I’m sexy. I’m a goddess. I’m the subject of every man’s erotic dreams.” She repeated her mantra over and over again in the mirror, and when she really felt calm and sexy, she strolled back into the living room. She was about to take her seat when she realized that the couch cushion she’d been sitting on had a wet spot about the size of a kiwi fruit on it. Unfortunately, Dom noticed it just as she did and looked up at her. She blushed uncontrollably, and he slowly licked his lips.

“If that was caused by my nakedness, then I’m not sorry at all,” he told her, and as he looked at her, she noticed that his pupils were dilated, and he looked ravenous, almost dangerous.

Her knees went weak and the sparks flying between them turned into invisible strings, pulling her toward him. She almost fell onto the couch, but he stopped her, put his hands around her waist, and pulled her into his lap so she could see his eyes and feel his hardness pressing into her bottom. She rubbed herself up against his erection, and he looked intently at her for a moment before he leaned forward and took her mouth in a passionate kiss.

She shuddered at the exquisite sensation of his mouth against hers, at the heavenly taste of his tongue as it tirelessly probed her mouth. She fervently hoped his tongue would cause a similar reaction when he used it to lap the moisture between her thighs. He could sense her urgency and he slid his hands under the waistband of her silk pajama bottoms, lifting her off his lap as he pulled down her pants, and quickly followed suit with her underwear. Then he was pulling her tank top over her head, and before she knew what was happening, she stood in front of him completely nude. His eyes went black as his gaze traveled slowly over her naked body. Then he reached down, and stroked her wetness with one finger, testing her, teasing her. His finger entered her and she sighed in torment, wanting more than he’d given her so far. Slowly and methodically, or maybe instinctually, he worked his way down her body in a trail of kisses, stopping at her inner thigh, just to the right of her steaming sex.

Then Amy felt his tongue on her, right where she wanted it. He sucked her clit into his mouth, concentrating on her pleasure. Another finger slid into her pussy to join the first. She was ecstatic until she felt the chill of her sex being exposed to the cool air. She began to raise her head in protest, until she saw what he was doing. With his eyes locked on hers, he slowly removed his fingers from her dripping orifice, and placed them in his mouth, seemingly savoring the taste of her juices. Then he licked her swollen pussy, and his tongue slipped down and gently entered her asshole.

He replaced the two fingers inside her and then she felt a third slip into her asshole, which was still wet with his saliva. His tongue was once again working its magic on her clit. Then she lost herself in pleasure as he worshipped her body until she came. The knowledge of her orgasm burned in his eyes, and he lifted his head to look at her. His mouth twisted, as if he were about to smile, but was so lost in passion that he couldn’t.

She felt the head of his cock rub up against her, nudging its way into her slick opening with a certain expertise that she imagined no one but Dom possessed. Their lovemaking lasted all night. At least 4 hours and a dozen orgasms later, they curled up on his living room bed and drifted off to sleep.

Amy awoke to the sound of the telephone ringing. She sat up, her eyes blinking in the bright sunlight, and she felt disoriented. She looked around and was horribly disappointed when she discovered that she was in her own bed at her own house. Her dismay was overpowering when she realized that last night’s activities had been another one of her erotic dreams. She reached for the phone, just before the answering machine picked it up. She was already pissed at whoever was calling her, since they’d inadvertently woken her up to the harsh, cruel reality that she was alone, and had been alone, the previous night. She didn’t want to talk to the caller, but she mumbled a groggy hello anyway, and waited to see who was calling. She recognized the voice.

“What’s up, Amy. It’s Dom.

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