Dream Before Sleeping, Chapter One

I'm in the process of working to self-publish some of my work on Kindle. I know, I've never been the biggest fan of self publishing but when one is told by the publishing industry that they are 'too imaginitve' or that the genre you are writing in is an 'over saturated market' you have to make choices and smile while doing it. I'm debating on which one to put on Kindle first, but I'm leaning towards this one, called Dream Before Sleeping. It needs some TLC and editing before it's ready but I do so love this story. 

Chapter One

Restless and tired with her life and the way it had been progressing up until now she sat alone in her living room. A glass of wine, blood red Merlot, in hand and soft blues music on the CD player were her companions tonight. They were her companions more often than not but tonight they were comforting to her, something to ease her mind from the reality she struggled through.

She tried to browse through a magazine but the restlessness was just too much for her. There was no way she was going to be able to pay attention to it tonight. She should be getting to bed, morning always seemed to arrive far too early when all she wanted to do was slip into her dreams and live the life she craved. Or live the life that had been hers up until a year ago, the life she couldn’t seem to remember.

Jackie Greene was on, one of her favorite songs as she raised the glass to her lips only to find it empty. As she refilled her glass she smiled at the words in ‘When you’re walking Away’, there had been people like that in her life, she was sure there had to have been, and he had such a wonderful way of putting it all together. It went down rather well with the wine really, for her anyway, tonight.

As she drifted with the wine and music she drifted into dreams. Not asleep, no, for her that would be far too simple and much too easy. No she drifted to that place in between wakefulness and true sleep, where everything is tangible in thought and yet you can never truly stay for long, no matter how hard you try.

The last part of the music she remembered before she gave up and lost herself in the dream state that was pulling at her was hearing the opening strains of Jackie’s ‘I’ll Let You In’.

She wondered tonight where it would take her, the music the wine and the stress. She hoped it would take her somewhere nice this time. Someplace safe, satisfying and where she was in control. Someplace where she was sure of whom she was and she was something more, something special.

It wasn’t too much to ask for was it?

She stood before him in the cabin that had once belonged to her Granny, deep in the woods where she knew no one would hear. Her clothing was torn by her mad race through the woods; her dark red hair tumbled around her like a ruby cloak, barely concealing the tear in her dress over her breast, the deep rosy nipple peeking out with her every movement.

He looks at her, not speaking, just staring at her with those strange grey eyes reading her every movement. His long black hair cascaded around him and hid part of his face, the rest of it was hidden by the thick beard and moustache that he wore with pride. His hard muscled body did not move any closer and yet she felt as though he was looming nearer.

 Reaching out quickly he grabbed her hand and brought it to his mouth, slowly as she gasped he licked the palm and then took each one of her fingers in between his lips, suckling slowly.

 ‘Oh, what a soft tongue you have.’ Her words were breathy and low, barely audible to her own ears and yet he heard her.

 ‘The better to lick you with my dear.’ Slowly he drew a path up her arm with his mouth, brushing aside the torn material of her dress as he drew closer. His lips and tongue were finally touching her neck, moving against her, teasing the sweet sensitive spot where her shoulder and neck met.

He grabbed her buttocks with his strong hands, pulling her hips against his. She moaned as his grip tightened, she was caught, helpless against his muscled form.

 ‘Oh, what strong hands you have!’ She gasped into his ear, her head falling back now as he now moved his mouth to her ear, his smooth tongue tracing the outer edges of it as he ground his hips against her.

 ‘The better to hold you with my dear.’ Gripping her even tighter, his fingers digging into her soft flesh he picked her up and moved her over to the bed in the corner. He placed her feet back on the floor and then grabbing her shoulders sat her down on the edge of the bed.

 He grabbed the remnants of her clothing and shoved them down over her shoulders. Her breasts were exposed to the cool air, the peaks already hard with her excitement. He looked at them for a moment before kneeling before her and taking them one by one into his mouth.

First gentle licks, tracing the taught peaks with the tip of his tongue and then blowing his warm breath across them as she disentangled herself from the useless material she had been wearing. Leaning back on her hands she watched in fascination as he drew one hardened peak into his mouth and began to suckle on it gently, making the sensations more somehow by teasing the very tip with feathery licks of his tongue.

 One breast and then the other, he teased her until she was moaning in response to his ministrations. Smiling against her willing flesh he lay her down on her back, her legs hanging over the edge of it as he knelt between them. With an effortless strength he tore the last of the cloth covering her from her body as he moved back just enough to see her pale silken flesh revealed to him.

 He watched her every reaction as his hands roamed her body. A stroke of the palm here and a light pinch there and soon enough she was wet and waiting for him to thrust himself inside her.

 Parting her thighs wider he marveled at the deep red of the hair covering that sensitive triangle of flesh that was her most secret place. He stroked the soft curling hairs with gentle fingers, coaxing the silken lips of her wide open to his gaze. Her clitoris was swollen, begging for his touch and he stroked it with the lightest of touches, teasing more than satisfying her craving for him.

 He kept his gaze on her face, enjoying the expressions crossing it as he toyed with her. There was such innocence in her yet and she was not used to waiting for satisfaction. She was so used to getting it when she needed it from him and he was looking forward to teaching her a new lesson.

 He leaned down, spreading the moist lips that were wet with her desire, opening her even further to him. She gasped as he touched his tongue to her swollen clitoris, moaning as he licked it with long languorous motions of his tongue.

 First one and then another finger he moved inside her tight sheath, wanting her open and ready for him. He kept the motions slow, mouth and hand moving with a torturous lingering touch that made her need build higher, keeping her just on the edge of her orgasm.

 Over these last few days he had touched her, wanting her to be familiar with him, comfortable with him. He wanted her willing to do whatever he wanted and had not sought the easing of his own needs that her body could provide him. He would have it now.

 He listened to her moans, her voice low with passion as she begged him to finish her. He felt her body shake as she hovered on the precipice, that fine line where need becomes agony and he unlaced his breeches, his swollen organ springing forth as it throbbed with a need of its own.

 He moved to stand over her, part of him reveling in her cry of despair as his hand and mouth left her warm flesh. Reaching down he sat her back up, her face just inches from his swollen and throbbing flesh.

 ‘Oh my…what a big cock you have!’ She stared, her eyes wide as she looked up at him and he smiled, seeing the little bit of worry in her eyes that he had wanted to see, he was large and he knew she had never seen one like his before.

 ‘The better to ravish you with my dear.’ With his thumb opening her mouth he moved his hips forward until the tip of his cock was touching her lips. ‘Take it in your mouth, please me.’

 She wanted to please him, knowing that if she did he would finish what he had started. She opened her mouth wide, stretching it open and took the swollen head into her mouth. His hands tangled in her hair and he drew her closer, forcing more of himself into her mouth. She watched him, looking up as she sucked on his hard flesh, his head was back and the pulse in his throat was throbbing madly.

 He used her hair to move her the way he wanted her, faster and deeper she took him into her mouth until she could barely breathe. She stroked him with her tongue, enjoying the shudders that wracked his frame every time she did so.

 ‘Enough’ he growled as he moved her away from him. He moved her again, turning her onto her hands and knees on the bed, her sweet moist opening now the perfect height for his entrance to her body.

 Grasping her hips he thrust into her, to the hilt as she cried out beneath him. She felt as though he was stretching her beyond endurance, grateful that he took a minute to enjoy the feeling while her body tried to adjust.

 She had never been so full, nor had she ever been taken in such a position before. It was like he was in total control of her and she wasn’t sure she was going to enjoy it.

 Then he began to move, drawing almost all the way out of her slowly and then thrusting hard and fast back inside. After the first few thrusts she loved the feeling, his hard cock was filling all of her and there was that heated pressure building up inside her, that tingling that thrilled her body just before a climax.

  One of his large hands held onto her hips and the other had wrapped itself in her hair again. Surprisingly the slight pull felt good as she gave up any sense of control as he rode her. Every time she tried to move with him his hand on her hip held her still and the hand in her hair kept her from collapsing forward onto the bed, she was his to do with as he wished.

 He moved in her, the feeling of her tight vagina around him was exhilarating. He moved slow and then faster, driving his shaft in her until he was buried inside her to the hilt. Her muscles tightened around him as he stroked into her again and again, clenching him almost to the point of pain.

 He closed his eyes in enjoyment. Her moans were loud and echoed back off the wall she was facing, sweet music to his ears, blending with the sound of slapping flesh as he now pounded himself into her slick sheath.

 She was so excited her wetness was flowing down onto his balls and he slid smoothly in and out of her willing body. He moved his hand around her and stroked her hardened clitoris, smiling at the near scream of satisfaction that came from her as he did so.

 She felt her body convulse around him as she came hard, his fingers on her the extra feeling she had needed to reach the peak. Over the edge she flew, gasping for air as he continued his assault on her senses, leaving her feeling mindless as he continued to drive himself into her faster and faster.

 He could feel his sac tighten and withdrew from her, flipping her over onto her back before driving into her once more. He moved her legs over his shoulders and watched her face as he moved in her hard and fast, his breath now burning in his lungs as he strained to reach his own climax.

 He came hard inside her, the head of his cock jerking and shaking as it throbbed over and over inside her. He ground himself against her, getting as deep as he could as he shook again and again, his muscles contracting as he emptied into her heated flesh and he yelled out in triumph.

  Finally he fell on top of her, still inside her as they gasped for air. He recovered first and lay on the bed next to her, pulling her against him as she shook over and over in reaction.

 Soon he slept, holding her in a tight embrace and she watched him as she slept. The moon crept high into the night sky and its light bathed them with a silvery glow.

 The change came over her and she moved away from him, not wanting to hurt him. Her feet hit the floor and became paws; she went to all fours and luxuriated in the feeling of the warm fur covering her body, the strength that flowed through her with the change.

 ‘He might think he was the big bad wolf’ she thought as she looked back at his sleeping form, her tongue hanging out in wolfish laughter, ‘but he pales in comparison to me when it comes to true wolfishness.’

 She ran off into the clear moonlit night. Her senses filled with the joy and freedom of the beast as she left behind the only man who had ever come close to taming her. While she waited for her true mate to come into her life he would definitely be fun to ‘play’ with.

Well, and hadn’t THAT been interesting? She thought as she placed the wineglass in the kitchen sink before heading up to her room for the rest of the night. The lights were all off now and she walked slowly up the stairs, wondering how on Earth Jackie Greene’s music had somehow led her to some sort of sexually frustrating version of Little Red Riding Hood?

It must have been the color of the wine, she decided as she climbed into bed. It was late and there was the alarm clock to deal with in the morning. She would think about it some other time she supposed.

It was definitely something she would have to tell her shrink about. Then she smiled, wondering what Freud would have made of that particular dream. She would have to write it all down tomorrow if she remembered it: if she remembered anything, anything at all, anyhow.


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