Well… I woke up at around 12:30 AM this morning thinking I heard my cellphone ring. Then a little while after that I had another dream about my vision returning. I don’t remember the details other than the fact that when I woke up, I was surprised to have yet another dream about my vision returning.
And then there was that last dream. A teenaged girl was telling her dad, a police officer, that she wanted to be put on some kind of drug that would prevent her from getting pregnant in the event that she was raped despite the protection he had placed her under after a powerful enemy of his had made threats against her. She was trying to tell him what the drug was for when he cut across her curtly stating, “I’m well aware of what it is, thanks.”
The dream ended there and, Like the guy in the exploding car dream I had not that long ago, I have no idea where that would have come from. The dream about my eyesight returning, “That I get.”
And then, at 3:30 AM Julia woke up screaming bloody murder. As soon as I heard the scream, I slid out of range to avoid her wildly thrashing limbs. It was like part of me was listening for her to awaken from what was clearly a violent and terrifying nightmare. But… Given her breakdown last night…
When she stopped moving, I slipped back into the bed beside her and reached over just in time to feel her sliding out of bed. “Baby? Are you ok?” She didn’t answer right away and seemed a little unstable on her feet; her standing next to the bed for a long moment. When she spoke, it was in a choked voice. “I’m ok. Go back to sleep. I’m just going to use the bathroom.”
I knew that was a bunch of crap. She did use the bathroom like she said she would. But she didn’t come back to bed.
I gave her a good twenty minutes on her own before I walked through the house and found her still sobbing in the guest bedroom; her curled up on the bed. She didn’t notice me slip into the room. But rather than directly approach her I just silently sat down on the leather love seat at the far end of the bedroom facing the foot of the bed and put my feet up, waiting for her to calm down, or else fall asleep again before approaching her in any way, shape, or form. I could tell from even a distance that this dream touched on something that ran deep within her. Yeah… “She was a wreck.”
Eventually, she did notice I was there on a return trip from the master bathroom down the hall. “What are you doing here?” She asked the question in a tone of pleasant surprise. “I told you I was ok,” she said gently.
As I reached up and took her hands with both of mine, I sat up and guided her to the empty place next to me. As she sat down, she said, “I don’t want to talk about…”
But that was as far as she got; the rest of her sentence silenced with a deep passionate kiss from me. When I finally let her up for air, I made a long soft shushing sound. I simply sat there stroking her hair and lightly kissing her now and then when it felt like the tension generated from the nightmare was beginning to take hold again.
After a few minutes I readjusted my position on the love seat, carefully slipping one leg behind her and gently pulling her towards me into a position where she was leaning back comfortably against me and could rest her head against my shoulder without fear of a kinked neck. I had a few pillows behind me and was feeling no pain with one of my arms resting on the back of the love seat and the other on the arm. If I wanted to sleep, I could simply slip a pillow that was at arms reach behind my head. But I had no intention of doing that.
She said, “You don’t have to do this. I’m not a child.” “No, you aren’t,” I replied sensing that any further reply would simply add to the negativity she was feeling inside at the moment. A few minutes passed as I sat stroking her hair before she sleepily said, “I love you.” I lightly kissed her neck in reply, and she half laughed, and half cried for a few seconds before drifting off to sleep.
I sat there; half reclined on the love seat for more than a few hours with Julia in my arms. As I lightly stroked her hair and gently ran my fingers over her face, shoulders, arms, and chest area as well, I focused on her feeling fine and in perfect health when she next awoke. I concentrated on her feeling the energy that was flowing through me. That energy that brings peace and eliminates aches and pains, while allowing me to feel connected to all things. I wanted her to feel it too and in a big way.
When she finally woke it was 7:30 AM and moaned with pleasure as I gently nuzzled her neck by way of a wordless greeting. Then she stood up and once again walked her bathrobe clad body into the master bathroom.
When Julia came back into our guest bedroom, she leaned down and kissed me for a long moment. Then Julia straightened up again, gazing at me for another long moment before saying, “Thank you.”
She then reached down and took my hands in hers, giving me a gentle tug. “Please walk with me? And… Uh… Feel free to make a pit stop on the way,” she added playfully.
I did hit the head on the way through. But when I came out, she pulled me close to her in a long embrace and softly asked, “Do you have any pressing work to do this morning?” I shook my head no. She then asked, “If I told you I was sorry…” Again, her sentence got cut off by a long deep kiss from me. She then asked, “Why won’t you…” At that point she stopped speaking as I had suddenly swept her off her feet in one swift fluid movement.
The Next question I heard from her in a small voice was, “Honey? What are you doing?” I just smiled as I carried her into the bedroom and set her down on the bed. There was no need to worry about any blankets being in the way on her side because she’d kicked them all off during her nightmare.
I then proceeded to make love to her like an uncaged beast. As I kissed her and road her, using her heavy terry cloth bathrobe to control her movements somewhat I spoke saying, “Someday young lady you’ll understand completely who you are and what you are to me. We are a team. We are of one mind. What you feel I feel. When you hurt, I hurt. When you are happy, I experience your joy too.”
As our movements became more frenzied, I continued saying, “I will go to the ends of the earth for you. Whatever it takes to insure your wellbeing, I’m there. I don’t give a damn if it involves walking through fire to reach you when you are in trouble. I love you. I love all of you. Nightmares and all… I love you… Truly… Deeply… Madly… I fucking love you.”
As my excitement rose, I could feel all tension and fear leave Julia’s body. I think that at first, she thought for a few seconds she was going to be anger raped, and yeah, she was trying to scoot away from me at the start, even though she wasn’t saying, “No.” But… I could sense that somewhere inside she was giving in to what she truly needed; my words driving home the truth she has long since felt, and awakening a powerful flame of desire within her that she was terrified of experiencing yet desperately wanted unleashed.
We came together, her actually writhing and screaming like her body was on fire. It was a guttural roar of sound I’d never heard come out of the woman before. But I knew it wasn’t born of anger, hate, fear, pain, or any kind of plea for mercy. As her body writhed beneath me, I could feel a rhythm forming in her movements that coincided with her breathing and yells, plus a tightening pussy, which kept growing hotter and wetter until I felt a river of cum released from her vagina.
I came hard myself at that point but held her down and came multiple times over the next few minutes, Julia’s own orgasm seeming to go on and on; my intentional restraint of her body movements and wild abandoned fucking adding more and more fuel to the fire raging inside her.
I must have cum inside the woman at least ten times in succession, soaking her, myself, and the bed in a river of cum; adding to the bucketload that was already there. The last time I came I kind of roared like a lion, an intense electric charge running through me from head to toe like a lightning bolt before rolling off her in a state of blissful exhaustion.
“I’m dead,” she gasped. “It’s not possible for me to feel this good. I don’t deserve,” and then she broke off and started crying again.
I pulled her into my arms and noticed that she was shaking like a leaf. Then her tears became mixed with laughter as her trembling eased up.
When she finally pulled herself somewhat together, she shakily said to me, “You are an incredible man Brian Schnabel, and I am so grateful you chose me. Thank you.”
Suddenly jumping up out of bed and tossing off her now cum drenched bathrobe she sprang back down into the bed beside me and started kissing me all over. It was pleasant. It was aggressive. It was raw Julia to the max.
When she got tired of kissing my face, neck, shoulders, and chest she got out of bed and guided me towards the edge with just my legs hanging off. Then, while standing, she positioned her upper body over me so that her tits were brushing the inside of my thighs as she swallowed my penis whole. She worked it with just her mouth until it was once again rock hard. Then she took me in her throat, bringing her lips all the way down to the base of my shaft. I could feel her entire throat, lips and tongue working the full length of my cock, as she forced herself to hang in until I came again. She didn’t have long to wait. When she felt my orgasm coming, she suddenly grabbed my wrists with her hands and drove herself down onto them and my cock with all the weight she could; preventing me from trying to push her head back so she wouldn’t choke on my cum. She was clearly hell bent on taking it in her throat despite the choking sensation she would experience after.
As I tried to raise my arms she snarled in determination and pressed down harder; the vibration from her throat sending me over the edge. I came and she milked every last drop out of me with her spasming throat muscles. It was like she was using my penis as a throat plug at that point to keep from throwing up; her keeping my cock in her throat until she was able to relax and stop heaving. The sensation I felt was nothing short of intense.
When she finally took me out of her mouth, she was clearly wiped out from the effort. Then Julia lay down on the bed next to me and gave me a kiss saying, “Thank you,” once again.
Then Julia dosed off again for a while and this time I joined her. When we awoke an hour later, we both headed into the shower and got our day started, smiling a lot all day for some strange reason.