Reality

They were the waning minutes of a long night and I was trying to focus. A small lamp illuminated the pages in front of me as I sat at my desk, hand over my brow in desperation. It was no use. There she was, penetrating my thoughts like a parasite. The dark hair over her face, her delicious tight striped shirt, her smooth honey legs. If I could resist her body, I could not resist her image in my mind. It was an impenetrable fortress of temptation indelibly stamped on my brain. It was getting late.

Two knocks.

I looked at the door. It was probably pizza delivered to the wrong door as usual. I stood and raised my eye to the peep hole. It was black. I opened the door.

Vanessa stood in front of me with a long over sized cashmere coat. She was still, looking directly into my eyes. I was suddenly as possessed as the moment I first saw her. She glistened in front of me. Slowly and deliberately she adjusted her shoulders and the coat slid gently off of her and onto the ground. She stood before me stark naked, head slightly tilted, casually running one finger from her navel to the space between her breasts. Her beauty was an unstoppable force, paralyzing me for a moment. Her bare breasts, her delectable chin. I suddenly realized anyone in the hallway would see her.

I opened the door wide and she walked in. I picked up her coat and closed the door.

Immediately, she grasped my shirt and I moved close. Before I could speak her tender lips touched mine and her body molded against me. In a frenzy of passion she unbuttoned and removed my shirt, then placed my hand on her breast. She was warm, like fresh baked bread, and her neck tasted like sweet butter. I hardly noticed my pants fall from my waste and she quickly pulled my boxers to the floor. I hesitated, but could not will her to stop. She was too true, too perfectly natural, pristine.

She crouched in front of me and put her hands on both knees, moving them higher until they touched my chest. She arched her back and I felt her nipples graze my thighs. My eyes closed as she floated beneath me. I wanted her to stop. I knew this was wrong. But, it was a trance. The spell had been cast, and to her I found myself helpless. Her lips were so gentle as they engaged my erection with savory indulgence, as if she had been born for such a task. She enveloped me, using every portion of her mouth to completely wrap my throbbing flesh in a sea of pleasure. It was mystical, like a sacred ritual to her, giving the most potent dose of her love in the manner I had directed. I was suddenly shocked with with a powerful epiphany. I had written this exact scenario in my blog, right down to her nipples against my legs. In my entry this was a steamy encounter with my ex girlfriend, but I had actually made it up...a silly fantasy. Yet, I knew she had read it. I had already shown her the path. She knew exactly how I wanted it, what I was thinking. She devoured me greedily as her hands roved around my chest and glided to my back. I had unconsciously predicted my fate. My dreams were unfolding before my eyes. She knew what she was doing. She knew exactly what I was feeling. It was distilled ecstasy, every nerve stimulated among waves of sensual pleasure. But that was a blind sensation. It was the knowledge that drove me into a transcendent daze of ecstasy. The knowledge that I had already given her the key to unlocking my most unyielding desires, and she was turning it.

Her lips left me with a slurpy smack and she smiled as she rose, placing her arms on my shoulders. She looked at me suggestively, as if she wanted me to make the next move...as if she wanted my desire unleashed upon her in any way I could imagine. In my previous account I reported that she wrapped her legs around me and I rested her on the edge of the bed. But, I was not going to fuck her. Not now, it was too soon. I had hardly spoken with her. She was a fleeting figure who's presence was nothing but a flicker in my life. Still, I remembered her entries, her passions, her obsession. I couldn't bear to reject her. Not after this...not after so bold an advance. I kissed her and guided her to the bed. She flopped back and bounced around a bit, completely at ease and playful, as if this is nothing but a casual game. She smiled and glided her hands over her belly and legs and I jumped on the bed beside her.

"I shouldn't be doing this. I cannot be doing this," I thought...

Without a word her fingers' slightest touch was enough to position my body on top of her, delighted in a mess of easy satisfaction. She knew nothing she could do would prevent me from taking her now. Nothing she could do would force me to enter her. She did nothing but writhe in sensual giddiness in anticipation beneath me, inviting desperately with exhilarated pleasure. I would not be able to resist. My elbows rested on either side of her. Her hand guided me. I was touching her, feeling her welcoming heat. I wanted to escape, to push ever so slightly until I as deep inside her. I could not. I would not. Her hot lips sandwiched me as I softly pushed into her clit. She was begging me backward, then forward, oh so slightly. Her hand cupped her breast and her eyes were closed in a transcendent lust, pulling me into her. "Oh, Magnus, won't you fuck me?" Yes, I would. I would enter her. "Won't you come deep inside me?" I would release the beast that has been locked in this cage so long. She would experience the full severity of my lust inside her. She tilted her head back as I boiled over.

The ringing was shrill and I slammed my hand down on the snooze button in disgust. The reality of her existence was becoming difficult to ignore.