Dream of a Candle

It’s been almost 3 years since the dreams started. They were always the same dreams.  Cassie dressed in a beautiful black and red corset, black miniskirt with her make-up done just the way she likes it.  Black lipstick, purple eye shadow and black eyeliner framing her big green eyes. She wore elbow length lace gloves that she normally would never have the courage to wear.  Instead of heels she wore platform black knee-high boots covered in silver buckles and charms.  She walked into a dark room. Only a single candle in the distance.  She slowly walked towards the candle. Anticipation and a small twinge of fear making their way up her chest.  In the dark it was so quiet Cassie could hear her blood pumping through her veins.  The closer she got to the candle; she noticed shapes forming to the side of her vision. Trees, bushes.  She swore one shaped moved.  She stayed her course to the candle.  The candle was all that mattered to Cassie at that moment.  She could feel her heart race.  Her breathing increases.  She knows what happens when she reaches the candle.  He will come for her.  Her breasts fight to stay inside her corset as her chest heaves with each breath.  She is almost at the candle now.  Her knees become weak.  She fights through the urge to just fall.  She can feel the warmth from the candle.  “How?” She whispers to herself.  “It’s just a candle.”  The warm air envelopes around her.  She stops, looks to the sky and closes her eyes.  He’s here.  She knows with all here being he has arrived.  This man that invades her dreams.  A dark hand reaches from behind her, and she feels his body press against her as he pulls her into him.  He caresses her bare chest above the corset line.  Slowly bringing his hand to her face.  Cupping her cheek.  She can feel his hot breath on her ear as he whispers the same thing he whispers every time she dreams. “You are mine.  Forever.”  Her eyes still closed; she tilts her head to offer her neck as a gift.  He begins at the base of her neck, kissing softly, the line of her neck until he reaches her just below her ear.  Her breaths come shaky.  She moans as he wraps his mouth around her neck.  She can feel his teeth on her skin. Scraping along as he bites ever so slightly.  His teeth are sharp.  She moans as she feels the blood flow down her neck. He rips the ties from her corset. Allowing it to fall to the ground as she feels the hot sticky liquid cover her bare breasts.  She moans in extasy. She reaches her hand for his face, allowing herself to be taking in the moment.  As her fingers trail his cheek, she is awakened by her phones alarm.

Cassie sits in a mix of sweat and her own bodily fluids. “Fuck.  Shit.”  She sits for a moment in the glow of her lust.  She can still feel the effects of her orgasm writhing her body.  Slowly, she goes to the restroom to wash her face.  She looks at herself in the mirror and thinks, “Why the hell can’t I ever just finish the damn dream.”  As she stares, she notices a red mark on her neck where ‘he’ bit her.  She takes a closer look and sees just the faintest hint of indentions just below her hear. “Great, now I am self-mutilating in my sleep.  My mother would be so proud.”

Cassie ignores the marks and returns to her room.  Falls on her bed and gazes at the ceiling in the barely lit room.  She remembers the dream vividly.  She never sees the mans face.  But she cannot help wondering what he looks like.  All she knows from the dream is his hand, his strong dark hand emerging from the silk purple sleeve of his suit.  She moans as her hands slowly slide down her belly. Tonight, she would dream again.