Light notes of Kenny G wafted across the dimly lit room as she lay back in the tub, enjoying the warm caress of water and tingling bubbles on her skin. Delicious smells filled the room in a haze of candle flame and incense. Occasionally she would sip from her glass of wine.

Loosely holding the stem of the glass in her hand so she would not be required to open her eyes to find it. The muscles in her body had turned to jelly, so relaxing was her time spent in such a luxurious bath. She had no desire for the pleasure to end. Head leaning back, eyes closed, lips parted softly, her mind was free to wander aimlessly over the encounters she had experienced the past few weeks.

When he first came to her it was as if in a dream, yet had felt so real she found it hard to distinguish between the two dimensions. She had become frightened by his appearance. Thinking of him as some demon lover out to conquer her. Now she wasn't sure he was not just one of her created heroes, come to life. It had seemed as if her mind had brought him to life to fulfill all her fantasies, and that was just what he had been doing. Meeting her in the realm of fantasy, bringing her to the most intense physical pleasure and release imaginable. Each meeting better than the last. Temptation fills her to make her fantasy life more dominant than her reality. She smiled a secret smile to herself, wondering what her friends would think of this escape from
the norm of reality.

Suddenly, she feels a shift in the water, slight but noticeable, as if the water had become heavier and hotter. Feeling the need to open her eyes, to see if someone was there, but the lethargy made them to heavy to move. Instinct told her she was no longer alone, but that there was no reason to fear the intrusion. Knowing he had returned made her pulse quicken and her body tingle in anticipation.

Fingers begin to wander up her legs, the restlessness makes her shift her body in the water. Soon she feels the both hands on her, moving across her lower body in delicate soothing caresses. The warmth of the water pales when compared to the heat of his touch on her skin.

Soon the hands start to slowly slide up the inside of her thighs. In anticipation of his coming discovery of her curls she gasps several quickened breaths, as her body hitches with each short breath.

Seeking and probing fingers find the jewel in the folds of her flesh, as gentle practiced manipulations had her swiftly succumbing to his touch. Her arms ached to reach out for him, but invisible chains seem to hold them in place. Soft moans escaped her lips as the touch became increasingly stronger. Need replaced all thoughts, hunger becomes overwhelming and pressure begins to build deep within. Her mind was unable to process all the feelings that were consuming her. Shock filled her, she could almost swear what she was feeling now was the touch of a tongue on her most intimate point.

Madness hovered on the edge of her existence as the licking and sucking raised her to teeter on the pinnacle of desire. Impossible was the word that pounded through her brain, as her heart pounded in her chest. This could not be happening. Yet there was no denying that the waves of passion sweeping over her were very real.

In a move that was surely inhuman, the touch of the tongue was replaced by the probing of a hard shaft. Her legs spread to take it in and welcome the fullness. Tentative at first, then more demanding. Long confident strokes surged in and out of her hot wet feminine core. When she felt his lips descend on hers, need overcame rationality and her whole being erupted. As his tongue probed hers it muffled the screams of delight that burst forth, as her orgasm burst from the inner depth of her soul. A roller coaster of intensity battered within her and she bucked her hips up and down trying to drain every pulse of the orgasmic flow.

Breathing hard and pulse racing erratically, she hears a crash of breaking glass. Jerked back to consciousness and reality her eyes fly open and she sees the shattered wine glass on the floor beside the tub. Looking around the room she again knows that she is alone. Confirming that the door is still closed, and locked from within only makes her more confused of her sanity.

Wrapping her arms around herself, and sinking back into the now cooling water of her bath. The tears start to stream down her face. Not sure how much more of this she can take. No women is equipped to handle this constant upheaval of emotions. Glorying in the passion and desire, then being swamped with the feeling of loneliness when she discovers she is alone. She knew she could not continue along this route without succumbing to the madness and to him.

08/28/00