Melanie...
Mellllllanie...
The sound is of a father gently awakening her sleeping child. You stir underneath the heavy comforter and snuggle into a more relaxed position.
"Remember me?"
You mumble something. In your mind's eye you can just make out a familiar form, hooded... dark. It is an awesome and powerful presence, like someone you know you shouldn't be seen with, but the person attracts you all the same. Forbidden fruit...
As you approach you suddenly realize who it is, you turn to run away but you cannot. The situation causes you to jerk in your sleep, like a falling dream. He speaks with the most soothing, sexy voice you've ever heard and you drift slowly back down to a semi-unconsciousness state.
"Ah, you do remember then!" the specter replies. "You are and have been one of my most favorite clients..." You can feel the warmth of his body as he stands behind you. "...after all." He adds.
You can feel his hot breath on your neck as he draws closer to you, his fingers tousling your hair.
"It is your Incubus Melanie..."
A chill runs up your spine. It is a mixed feeling though, because it is not just fear. There is wanton pleasure associated with it as well. You sigh deeply as his resonant whisper fills you ear.
"I hunger Melanie... and only you can make me strong."
The return of a passion and the sense of self gratification, tugs at the center of your brain. You can feel his gentle but firm grip as he jerks you close from behind. His strong arms envelope yours as you close your eyes and take in the moment. You feel a light kiss on your neck. It tickles and you smile, but you don't say a word nor flinch for fear of the embrace ending. You raise your head slightly, inviting him to explore other areas as well. The cool, gentle kisses continue as he moves in front of you now. He puts his powerful hands on your shoulders and kisses your cheek. You open your mouth slightly, begging him, leading him in. It is the kiss of two lovers who have been too long apart. You can feel his lips pressing against yours. Wet, gliding, firm. He sucks slightly making the kiss harder, more passionate. You reciprocate. His tongue slowly glides in past your teeth. You lift a leg to try to get closer, pressing against his tall masculine frame. He reaches down and holds your calf up, supporting you. Tongues intertwining, wetness mixing, hard, sloppy kisses. You are getting so horny... you want him to take you so bad. You lift your other leg to force the issue. He holds you up now entirely off the ground, effortlessly. All the while still kissing you, he moves you across the room.
To bed?
Yes, but your already in bed.
Are you?
You can't remember. Is this a dream or is this real?
He tosses you onto the "bed". You giggle at the rough play. You lie on your back, waiting. You can feel your panties slowly sliding off. The air quickly cools your warm, shaved vulva. The straps of the short pink chiffon nightgown slowly slide off your arms and pull down the length of your lower body. You roll your lips in with anticipation and close your eyes as you can feel light kisses on your ankles, methodically working up your legs and knees. The alternating hot breath combined with the cool kisses sends a shiver up your spine as those kisses approach your mound. There is just a hint of wetness to the touch as he kisses and occasionally licks all around your crevice. It tickles and you catch yourself giggling softly. Then the sensation moves up towards your stomach. This area is even more ticklish as you continue to try and suppress the giggling. You now feel his bare legs, broad and muscular, straddling you as they press you firmly into the bed. He beings to gently kiss and knead your breasts. Wet licks around your areolas, teasing your nipples to erection, betrays your arousal. You open your mouth in reaction to his breast fondling, as though it were somehow taking your breath away. His nude body is pressing against yours, pinning you down, firmly, helplessly. You reach out with your hands, and rub his smooth, well defined rippling chest and tight abdominal muscles. He smiles down at you. "Melanie..." Then you wrap your arms around his board, very muscular shoulders, drawing him in closer, tighter. Once again you feel his lips, pressing against yours. Between your legs, the other wetness returns too.
Suddenly the Incubus gets up off the bed. You also try and get up, but to no avail. A strange force pulls at your hands and feet, stretching them to the four corners of the bed. There is no escape, no way to break free. Large leather straps now replace the invisible force which initially pulled your appendages to the corners of the bed. Now even stranger and more fantastic things begin to happen. The nude form of the Incubus slowly fades, becoming more and more transparent as the seconds pass. The dark corners of the room slowly become brighter. But the room does not brighten with an artificial light. Daylight? She does recognize it as being her room though. Good. She tries again to get up, but in vain. Her white naked body remains silhouetted upon the bed, outstretched. Then the wall facing the right side of the bed begins to fade, becoming transparent. This is bad. With all her strength she tries to get up. Nope. Incredibly, as the wall continues to fade, she can make out pale forms on the wall of cars passing. "What the fuc...?" Then a sidewalk... people walking by. The picture gets more and more vivid, clearer. A car horn honks. Crowd noise. She can't believe this is happening! A man presses his nose to the window that was once her wall and peeks in. Then another man stops. Several now stop and look at the naked lady, lying on the bed, in the department store display window. Melanie's skin immediately turns flush with embarrassment. It is rush hour, but then again it is always rush hour in New York City.
Melanie felt a small itch on her left sole. She looked down the length of her nude body, focusing her eyes at her foot. There was nothing there. The tickling slowly spread, got worse. Melanie coughed at first, trying to camouflage a suppressed giggle.
"Can they hear me?" she thought to herself.
"I certainly hope not, this is bad enough..." She felt an invisible tongue licking soles of her feet.
"Eeeeek!!"
A woman passing by suddenly stopped and began to stare at the display window. The Incubus, now invisible, began sucking her toes. Melanie could remain silent no longer. She squealed with pleasure on the bed. The bed made a rhythmical creaking sound as she lunged (be it very little) up and down. Then invisible fingers began tickling her ribs and sides, working up and down the length of her torso. Melanie laughed like crazy. A large crowd of on-lookers remained transfixed, waiting to see what would happen next. A man on the street said "Now that's what I call a bed!" The audience laughed and continued to see the "show." Invisible fingers wiggled in her armpits and tickled her under her breasts. She whooped and hollered hysterically. Melanie could feel a warm wetness on her personal part beginning to grow. An invisible tongue tickled and probed her mound. For the sake of the riveted audience, Melanie tried to keep laughing as she did not want to share a sexual moment with them all. Her Labia majoia slowly opened. She clearly was having difficulty now keeping a steady stream of laughter going, as the tickling went deeper into her vulva. Light feathery tickles kissed all along her folds as the giggles were now interjected with moans of pleasure. A few of the men at the window stifled a groan, some touched themselves through their pants pockets. The women kept shifting their weight back and forth, from one foot to the other, as though they all had to pee. Some people simply had to leave, for fear that they were becoming too engrossed. Melanie felt the point of no return approaching. She tried as desperately as she could to make the inevitable orgasm as silent as possible, which interestingly enough only made it more intense. The very tip of the feather which at this point constituted just couple of barbs, tickled her swollen clitoris relentlessly. Melanie arched her back as much as the restraints would allow and softly cried through a mind blowing orgasm. She was never so wet... She wanted it to stop, but it did not. Many couples at the window ran away. She felt herself cumming again. A single wet barb played and teased her compliant clitoris. She moaned louder now as she came harder, longer. She closed her eyes though the orgasmic wave. She thought that she might pass out. That would actually be good, considering her situation. She felt the wetness trickle past her anus. Time stood still for her. She felt that her heart would burst. To hell with them, with everybody. Tears ran down her cheeks as her whole body spasmed. A terrific scream.
Melanie jerked awake. She was breathing very hard. Her blouse and panties were soaked with sweat. When at last she finally was able to control her breathing, she got out of bed and surveyed the room. It was dimly lit but it was the room as it she knew it had always been. There where four solid walls, chair, floor lamp, desk... on the desk was an apple. She didn't remember there being an apple on her desk before. She picked it up and inspected it. Perhaps she slept-walked and found a midnight snack or something. There was a single bite taken out of it. The white outlined area, was clearly marked with several rows of teeth marks. Odd that she would take just one bite. Then she shuddered. The bite mark was much larger than one she could have possibly bitten off herself. She dropped the apple which slowly rolled to the corner of the room.
Forbidden fruit...
Mellllllanie...
The sound is of a father gently awakening her sleeping child. You stir underneath the heavy comforter and snuggle into a more relaxed position.
"Remember me?"
You mumble something. In your mind's eye you can just make out a familiar form, hooded... dark. It is an awesome and powerful presence, like someone you know you shouldn't be seen with, but the person attracts you all the same. Forbidden fruit...
As you approach you suddenly realize who it is, you turn to run away but you cannot. The situation causes you to jerk in your sleep, like a falling dream. He speaks with the most soothing, sexy voice you've ever heard and you drift slowly back down to a semi-unconsciousness state.
"Ah, you do remember then!" the specter replies. "You are and have been one of my most favorite clients..." You can feel the warmth of his body as he stands behind you. "...after all." He adds.
You can feel his hot breath on your neck as he draws closer to you, his fingers tousling your hair.
"It is your Incubus Melanie..."
A chill runs up your spine. It is a mixed feeling though, because it is not just fear. There is wanton pleasure associated with it as well. You sigh deeply as his resonant whisper fills you ear.
"I hunger Melanie... and only you can make me strong."
The return of a passion and the sense of self gratification, tugs at the center of your brain. You can feel his gentle but firm grip as he jerks you close from behind. His strong arms envelope yours as you close your eyes and take in the moment. You feel a light kiss on your neck. It tickles and you smile, but you don't say a word nor flinch for fear of the embrace ending. You raise your head slightly, inviting him to explore other areas as well. The cool, gentle kisses continue as he moves in front of you now. He puts his powerful hands on your shoulders and kisses your cheek. You open your mouth slightly, begging him, leading him in. It is the kiss of two lovers who have been too long apart. You can feel his lips pressing against yours. Wet, gliding, firm. He sucks slightly making the kiss harder, more passionate. You reciprocate. His tongue slowly glides in past your teeth. You lift a leg to try to get closer, pressing against his tall masculine frame. He reaches down and holds your calf up, supporting you. Tongues intertwining, wetness mixing, hard, sloppy kisses. You are getting so horny... you want him to take you so bad. You lift your other leg to force the issue. He holds you up now entirely off the ground, effortlessly. All the while still kissing you, he moves you across the room.
To bed?
Yes, but your already in bed.
Are you?
You can't remember. Is this a dream or is this real?
He tosses you onto the "bed". You giggle at the rough play. You lie on your back, waiting. You can feel your panties slowly sliding off. The air quickly cools your warm, shaved vulva. The straps of the short pink chiffon nightgown slowly slide off your arms and pull down the length of your lower body. You roll your lips in with anticipation and close your eyes as you can feel light kisses on your ankles, methodically working up your legs and knees. The alternating hot breath combined with the cool kisses sends a shiver up your spine as those kisses approach your mound. There is just a hint of wetness to the touch as he kisses and occasionally licks all around your crevice. It tickles and you catch yourself giggling softly. Then the sensation moves up towards your stomach. This area is even more ticklish as you continue to try and suppress the giggling. You now feel his bare legs, broad and muscular, straddling you as they press you firmly into the bed. He beings to gently kiss and knead your breasts. Wet licks around your areolas, teasing your nipples to erection, betrays your arousal. You open your mouth in reaction to his breast fondling, as though it were somehow taking your breath away. His nude body is pressing against yours, pinning you down, firmly, helplessly. You reach out with your hands, and rub his smooth, well defined rippling chest and tight abdominal muscles. He smiles down at you. "Melanie..." Then you wrap your arms around his board, very muscular shoulders, drawing him in closer, tighter. Once again you feel his lips, pressing against yours. Between your legs, the other wetness returns too.
Suddenly the Incubus gets up off the bed. You also try and get up, but to no avail. A strange force pulls at your hands and feet, stretching them to the four corners of the bed. There is no escape, no way to break free. Large leather straps now replace the invisible force which initially pulled your appendages to the corners of the bed. Now even stranger and more fantastic things begin to happen. The nude form of the Incubus slowly fades, becoming more and more transparent as the seconds pass. The dark corners of the room slowly become brighter. But the room does not brighten with an artificial light. Daylight? She does recognize it as being her room though. Good. She tries again to get up, but in vain. Her white naked body remains silhouetted upon the bed, outstretched. Then the wall facing the right side of the bed begins to fade, becoming transparent. This is bad. With all her strength she tries to get up. Nope. Incredibly, as the wall continues to fade, she can make out pale forms on the wall of cars passing. "What the fuc...?" Then a sidewalk... people walking by. The picture gets more and more vivid, clearer. A car horn honks. Crowd noise. She can't believe this is happening! A man presses his nose to the window that was once her wall and peeks in. Then another man stops. Several now stop and look at the naked lady, lying on the bed, in the department store display window. Melanie's skin immediately turns flush with embarrassment. It is rush hour, but then again it is always rush hour in New York City.
Melanie felt a small itch on her left sole. She looked down the length of her nude body, focusing her eyes at her foot. There was nothing there. The tickling slowly spread, got worse. Melanie coughed at first, trying to camouflage a suppressed giggle.
"Can they hear me?" she thought to herself.
"I certainly hope not, this is bad enough..." She felt an invisible tongue licking soles of her feet.
"Eeeeek!!"
A woman passing by suddenly stopped and began to stare at the display window. The Incubus, now invisible, began sucking her toes. Melanie could remain silent no longer. She squealed with pleasure on the bed. The bed made a rhythmical creaking sound as she lunged (be it very little) up and down. Then invisible fingers began tickling her ribs and sides, working up and down the length of her torso. Melanie laughed like crazy. A large crowd of on-lookers remained transfixed, waiting to see what would happen next. A man on the street said "Now that's what I call a bed!" The audience laughed and continued to see the "show." Invisible fingers wiggled in her armpits and tickled her under her breasts. She whooped and hollered hysterically. Melanie could feel a warm wetness on her personal part beginning to grow. An invisible tongue tickled and probed her mound. For the sake of the riveted audience, Melanie tried to keep laughing as she did not want to share a sexual moment with them all. Her Labia majoia slowly opened. She clearly was having difficulty now keeping a steady stream of laughter going, as the tickling went deeper into her vulva. Light feathery tickles kissed all along her folds as the giggles were now interjected with moans of pleasure. A few of the men at the window stifled a groan, some touched themselves through their pants pockets. The women kept shifting their weight back and forth, from one foot to the other, as though they all had to pee. Some people simply had to leave, for fear that they were becoming too engrossed. Melanie felt the point of no return approaching. She tried as desperately as she could to make the inevitable orgasm as silent as possible, which interestingly enough only made it more intense. The very tip of the feather which at this point constituted just couple of barbs, tickled her swollen clitoris relentlessly. Melanie arched her back as much as the restraints would allow and softly cried through a mind blowing orgasm. She was never so wet... She wanted it to stop, but it did not. Many couples at the window ran away. She felt herself cumming again. A single wet barb played and teased her compliant clitoris. She moaned louder now as she came harder, longer. She closed her eyes though the orgasmic wave. She thought that she might pass out. That would actually be good, considering her situation. She felt the wetness trickle past her anus. Time stood still for her. She felt that her heart would burst. To hell with them, with everybody. Tears ran down her cheeks as her whole body spasmed. A terrific scream.
Melanie jerked awake. She was breathing very hard. Her blouse and panties were soaked with sweat. When at last she finally was able to control her breathing, she got out of bed and surveyed the room. It was dimly lit but it was the room as it she knew it had always been. There where four solid walls, chair, floor lamp, desk... on the desk was an apple. She didn't remember there being an apple on her desk before. She picked it up and inspected it. Perhaps she slept-walked and found a midnight snack or something. There was a single bite taken out of it. The white outlined area, was clearly marked with several rows of teeth marks. Odd that she would take just one bite. Then she shuddered. The bite mark was much larger than one she could have possibly bitten off herself. She dropped the apple which slowly rolled to the corner of the room.
Forbidden fruit...
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