Perception is only a key. A key to your mind is just as good as a key to your heart.
-Some random author
Chapter 1
I was somewhere between a sip of scotch and a bad infomercial about sports towels when I realized that I was ready to end my own life.
A pen in paper were in my hands, but I wasn't sure what to write. 'Dear family, I know I haven't talked to you for a while, but if you find me here, give me a viking funeral'? Probably not the best way to make up for so much lost time. Maybe, 'Dear paramedics. If I'm somehow alive, don't resuscitate. I know you didn't like me at your hospitals anyway.' Eh, that sounds petty.
My mind wandered, and my sorrow grew with very passing thought. I had nobody I could say I truly loved that I could leave this letter for. The ladies I left behind would never care to read what I have to say. My own mother probably forgot how I looked like.
In a matter of seconds, I gave up...Just like I did with my life. I gently placed my notebook down, then threw my pen into the wall so fast that jets could be jealous.
I had decided my fate. In my chair, I leaned back and picked up the remote. Realizing that sports towels wouldn't allow a nice separation of my cervical vertabrae, I decided to scroll through the channels to find something sturdier. Then, the doorbell rang.
My thoughts automatically sprang to the women I've escorted out of here, but then I remembered that I practically blindfolded them so they could never come back. 'They would never care about what I have to say', I thought to myself. Discarding decency, I approached the front door and opened it in my robe and boxers.
A familiar pair of spectacles were pulled down over a large nose when my good friend Dr. Albertson realized that I was practically naked in front of him. The action was pretty comedic, given the number of crazed male patients he had probably seen stripping in front of him out of imaginary hyperthermia.
"Well then, good sir. Never one for subtlety, eh?"
"Afred not, shrink. Carr fer a drink?" Though I thought I had more control over my words, my response came out in a hasty slur. I attempted to regain my posture in front of my friend by stepping back and opening the door, but I damned near stumbled and used the door as my stability instead.
"That rhymed. And yes, of course." He walked in and made himself comfortable on the seat across the table from where I was sitting. Even in my drunken stupor, I knew the anti-alcohol psychologist was up to something by accepting my invitation. I returned to my seat and picked up my scotch, taking cautious sips as he leaned forward and pressed the power button on my remote. He took his therapist position in his seat and laced his fingers together in front of his face.
"I heard you walked out in the middle of an important cardiac surgery."
I felt myself sobering up exponentially. "Where'd you hear that frumm?"
"Only your three assistants. He died, you know, despite Martin's efforts."
I brought my attention back to my scotch, wishing he would disappear.
"What happened, Scott? What's going on in your head?"
I remained silent. If I told him about the sudden desire to end my life, I wouldn't hear the end of it.
"Are you planning to end your life?"
I closed my eyes. Nevermind.
"You are," he said in a matter-of-fact tone. Al brought his thumb and forefinger to his graying moustache and stroked down to his goatee. "Scott, you know that the end of your life could very well mean the end of other lives in the future."
Before I could stop myself, my inner teenager burst from my mouth. "I don't care." I shook my head, though I wasn't so sure if it was to enforce the state of not caring or the anger in admitting that fact out loud.
An uncomfortable amount of silence followed. I continued to nurse my drink while Dr. Albertson continued to nurse his facial hair. Once the silence became too comfortable, I split the silence. "What? No life advice?"
"I'm sure you've heard enough," he responded. As a sign of relief, I let my head rest on the pillow behind me. "There's nothing I can say that your parents and sisters haven't told you or will tell you a hundred times."
My sight returned to the ceiling fan above my kitchen table. I took in a deep breath, then pushed out every ounce of air I had left in me. Once I was breathless, I felt a prick on my right shoulder. I couldn't react to the sudden bite of pain soon enough to realize that I had just been injected with something.
"Wha...? What was..."
"Goodnight, Scott."
With that, I fell asleep.
The night swept by in an eventless rush. By the time I woke up, it felt like I had only slept for five minutes. I remembered by alcohol, then became aware of my body and how...unaffected I was. I opened my eyes, and attempted to sit up to see if the familiar headache would come as it usually would. Again, no sign of another depressing night.
Suddenly, I remembered Al. I looked around only to find darkness and the familiar voice of my good friend.
"Good morning. You're up a bit early."
"Yeah...Hey, Al? Did you inject me with something?"
"Just some light anesthesia."
I rolled my eyes. "Oh, boy, thanks. Just some light anesthesia. I love when friends do that to me."
Al lifted himself from his seat and came to my left side, pressing his back against the wall and crossing his arms. "Well, if you don't care about your life, then why should I?"
This was very unlike Dr. Albertson. Usually, everybody gave him an excellent review in being personal and professional. Being uncaring? That wasn't even in his dictionary.
"I didn't say anything about not caring about my life. In fact, I don't remember saying anything."
"You didn't need to say anything. I just needed you to be a bit more sober so that I may ask you something."
A part of me wanted to stand up and deck the gray right off of his beard. The more I thought about it, though, the more I realized that he probably had something really important to ask if he was willing to inject me without authorization. Walking out and letting me end it all may have been the worst thing that may have happened for 'Al the pal'.
"Alright. What is it?"
"Would you mind taking an experimental drug for me while you're on your emergency leave?"
If I could have dropped to the floor right then, I would have. "What the hell, Al?! You injected me to ask me that? And who said anything about emergency leave?"
"Martin did. Figured it was better to say you had an emergency and had to leave for a few days instead of malpractice, even if that was a minute possibility."
Martin. If there was ever an extremely nice douchebag, it was him. He'd just as quickly cover for my surgery as he would tell me I was a worthless surgeon who needed to off himself.
"Whatever. Why are you asking me?
"I happen to think that you are a prime candidate for the drug and what it requires."
Though I hesitated, it only took me about a minute to realize that I was just looking through infomercial channels for a good rope. I was in prime health, so whatever the drug would be, it could possibly act as an interesting change in my life. That, or it could kill me.
"Okay, I'll bite. What is it?"
"A dream drug."
He must have noticed the pause and the look of confusion on my face.
"It's a small drug, maybe 50mg. All you would have to do is take supplements for B5, B6, B12, some calcium and burn some Mugwort with an aromatherapy set."
"Al, what the hell? I haven't had a dream in years."
"I figured as much, and that's the point. Once you take this drug, you'll take away one variable after another if the drug is continuously successful. There's barely any side effects that we know of, so you won't have to worry."
I shook my head and held up my hands to stop Al from his intrusion. "Okay, wait. What makes you so sure I'll take this drug anyway? Don't I have to say yes before you start feeding me the rundown?"
Al smirked - a first for him - and placed his hands behind his back. "Well, Scott, you've already said yes."
I rose an eyebrow at that. "And how did I do that exactly?"
"You said, 'I'll bite'. You didn't say, 'Forget it. I'm going to die anyway.'"
Just as I was going to open my mouth and retort, I froze. He had a point. I was so focused on what kind of drug Al would want to give me that I completely forgot about any dying plans I had from the previous night. Maybe I was intrigued just enough.
I shrugged in surrender. "Alright, Mr. Albertson. I guess I can try it out. What have I got to lose, right?"
He seemed too happy at my agreement to fully understand my words. "Right! You're absolutely right." He bent down and picked up a cardboard box wrapped in white paper. "Happy birthday. Take two of them two hours before you go to bed. If the drug doesn't do anything for you, I'll kill you myself. Sound good?"
I grabbed the box from him and watched as he rushed out the front door with energy unbecoming of someone his age. I decided against locking out the outside world, and instead, began to unwrap my little gift. In a matter of minutes, I had B Vitamin supplements in one jar, gummy Calcium and Vitamin D supplements in another jar, an amber jar of Mugwort aromatherapy mix (with Lavender!) and a small unmarked bottle of 50mg white pills. To top off the jars and bottles, I had a light pink aromatherapy set and tea candles, which was obviously meant for a woman in her 80's. I couldn't help but to snicker at Al's inability to give well-thought gifts.
Before venturing into the world for a good breakfast, I called up Martin and confirmed that he would cover for me for a week at most. He seemed more than happy to add that I killed a man and need to get my shit straight. I struck back with the fact that the man died in his hands, and he became silent. Before I knew it, he was telling me to shut the fuck up. I promptly thanked him for covering for me, then hung up as soon as possible. Martin was many things, but he was not the quiet type.
For the first time in years, I ventured out into the world to see what was available to a surgeon that was no longer burying himself in work. Unsurprisingly, I was back at my place watching silly medical drama shows in less than an hour, chewing on some nugget meal and finding myself missing the food from the hospital or the nearby restaurants. Through that day, I let myself die, though only mentally. I watched shows, ordered chinese, watched more shows, ordered pizza, took my supplements and drugs a few hours before midnight. There was no family to worry about me and no friends to pity me. Even with my own personal crisis staring me in the face, I blissfully laughed at the problems of actors on the television and went to sleep on a reclining chair with a tiny smile on my face.
Chapter 2
The smile was a lie, you know.
I was using my scalpel to cut down from the sternum while my other hand steadied myself on the patient's shoulder. I couldn't sense that anybody else was near. The man that died from yesterday's surgery was under my knife, black blood pouring down his sides and onto the morg's floor. A hand shot up from the man and forced me to stop cutting down his abdomen. I looked down to see deathly white eyes looking back up at me.
"Fear the pent, or lose the hope," he said to me.
Fear struck me from all angles. The smell of dying flowers rose from his wound as the blood began to freeze in place. I released my grip from the scalpel and ripped my arm from his grasp, forcing myself back. I was stopped on my retreat upon feeling a soft, shorter body behind me.
"Why didn't you use light anesthesia?" A feminine voice asked.
I turned to find a faceless woman in a nurse's outfit facing me. "Only friends do that," I responded. I then realized that Martin was nowhere near us. "Where's Martin?"
"He's responding to a dialing agent in the fixture in the diaphram," the mouthless nurse responded. "Who knows what gifts will be bestowed upon him?"
With no reason to be had or warning given, the nurse then lifted her shirt and revealed a tantalizing set of breasts, most likely a good DD size. Her tits were pushed up from a black bra with lacey pyramids on it, revealing a deep cleavage that held my attention and removed my previous fear completely. She stepped back once, a mouth-watering jiggle sending her porcelain breasts to quake lightly. "Are you prepared for the hysterectomy?"
"FEAR THE PENT!" The man screamed from behind me. "FEAR THE PENTA...PENT...PENTAGRAM. SINFUL CARNAGE-"
Suddenly, I was shot back out of the room and beyond the walls of the morg. I appeared in a much darker room with spinning red lights. An annoying ring began to make itself present for a few seconds until it would pause. After a second of pause, the ring would come back. The room began to fade, but the ringing continued to get louder and take over more of my consciousness. I then realized that my phone was ringing.
I shook myself awake and lazily threw my hand to the coffee table on my right, reaching for the source of the annoying ring. Once I clasped onto the phone, I brought the overwhelmingly bright screen to my face and looked at the caller ID. It was Al.
I answered the call immediately, remembering the feel of the that dead man's cold skin and the feel of the nurse's soft body against mine. Images of that black blood and those tantalizing tits also stood permeated in the forefront of my mind as I began to speak.
"Al, holy hell...I remember dreaming, but I have never had such vivid dreams in all my life."
"Well, my good sir, hopefully you had a good dream to start?"
"Eh...half-and-half." I pulled back from the phone to check the time. It was 2:20 AM. "Uh, Al? You do realize it's 2 in the morning?"
"Yes, but I had something important to tell you. Do NOT drink alcohol with that drug. Alcohol suppresses the ability to dream because of the stages of sleep it keeps you on. Also, when you get the chance, I want you to get a notebook to write down your dreams, and I want you to write them no matter how personal they are. Writing dreams helps with remembering your dreams, and it will allow me to see what might be going on."
I nodded, as if he could see me nodding. "No problem. What exactly would you see?"
Al said nothing for a few seconds. "Well...Let's talk about this another time. If I were to tell you now, you wouldn't believe me."
Question marks began popping up in my head, but for some reason, I couldn't ask the questions I really wanted to ask. What would I believe later that I wouldn't believe now? Was there something about this drug that I needed to watch out for? Before I could gather my words, he hung up, leaving me in a dark room with a deafening silence and an annoying cell phone light.
I put the phone down and sighed. An unsettling frustration began to build as I started to feel something completely new to my life: the fear to sleep. The fear I felt when encountering that dead man was very real, even if that feeling was covered by lusty desires near the end. There was no difference in my mind between this world and that dream, and if I were to ever have a nightmare...
My body had different plans. I carried my thoughts of scary dreams into me as I slipped back into sleep and went into a new reality, this time, with a bright sunset waiting for me over a grassy hill that stood far, far away. I sat on a hill of my own, surrounded by swaying grasses that went up to my chest. A pleasant, yet familiar voice wavered from behind something that was behind me, whispering, "Scotty? I've found you!"
I turned and lifted myself into the air using a power within the pit of my heart to fly. I was maybe a few feet in the air, watching as my mom crept out from behind an oak tree with her arms spread out wide. My heart bounded and leaped with joy, and to reflect my heart, I back-flipped in the air and threw myself at my mom, lifting her with me in a tight, strong hug. She yipped cheerily with the sudden burst.
I put her back on the ground and ran a finger through her hair so that I could take a better look at her face. The same attentive eyes and noticeable nose was present, though less prominent than mine. "Mom! Did you bring the rabbit?"
"I sure did," she said with glee. From behind her back, she produced a rabbit made of jello on a silver plate. Surrounding the red jello rabbit were vibrant white and yellow flowers, though they smelled a little funny. "I made it just a few minutes ago."
I looked to the tree to see a white clock ticking away. It was 12:10. "Wow, just in time for lunch. Thanks!"
I reached for the jello rabbit, then stopped. Suddenly, something shocked where I felt that my brain was. I turned back to the sunset over the hill and pulled my hands away from the silver platter. "Wait. Mom? It's sunset?"
"That's right dear," she said without pause. "Just past dinner time."
I looked back at the clock on the tree. It was 6:36. "Wait. I have to go to Banner to do some surg-"
A powerful awareness sparked in my mind and spread through my consciousness like wildfire. I suddenly realized that the time had changed. I looked at the clock again. 9:93.
"The time is...changing..."
That spark of awareness became a giant surge, and in a matter of what felt like seconds, I was able to control what I was doing. Though the setting itself was already vivid, now I felt absolutely awake and in control. No longer was I saying or doing things that made no sense to the part of me that was in the real world.
I turned to my mom, who was still happily holding the jello platter and watching me with a smile. "Mom? Where are we?"
Her smile lessened, but stayed present. "We're at Vanity Hill. Remember? We're picnicking."
I shook my head and looked back at the clock. 12:538. "Picnicking? When did we start?"
Mom's face became very dull, almost dead. The happy shimmer in her eyes disappeared, as well as the jello platter. However, she still held out her hands. "Son? What's going on?"
Suddenly, in the background, I heard a whisper. "Lucid," the tiny voice said.
Lucid. I was awake, yet dreaming. A burst of excitement rose up within me. "Whoa! Wait?! I'm drea-"
My body shook in my chair. I quickly looked up to see the morning sun's light climbing through the blinds and on my ceiling. I was dreaming. I lifted myself and looked around, only to find a cell phone on my coffee table and a remote on the arm of my chair. With a grunt, I scooted up on my chair and looked at my clock. 7:33. I looked away, then looked back at the clock. Still 7:33.
The energy I gained from my dream was still running through me. I had never felt so alive, so new, so...hungry for jello. Shaking my head, I jumped off the chair and padded into the kitchen to see if any magical jello made it into my fridge.
Unfortunately, no jello. However, I let the cool air of the refridgerator puff up to greet my face as I began to think about what felt like a newfound...power. For the first time in my whole life, I felt that I had gained an interesting skill like some sort of superhero. Not only was it a skill that was new, it was a skill that I couldn't immediately master or know how to get through mastering. In all the years of anatomy and physiology I took, I knew exactly where I was going to be...But lucid dreaming? That was new.
I dressed, applied deoderant and brushed my teeth, doing little to fix up my hair. I was aiming to go somewhere, but I didn't know what it was until I realized something: I missed my mom. Even with her groaning and worrying, we hadn't had a good, family member-to-family member conversation in years. I was going to see my mother today, and didn't care what got in the way.
An unearthly state of bliss carried me through the 30 minute drive to my mother's. The whole experience was surreal to me; Just 36 hours ago, I wanted to off myself with a set of barbecue knives. Not only did that change in such a quick amount of time, but I also got to experience dreams again for the first time in probably 20 years. A good friend knocked me out with a shot, and now I was taking supplements. At one point during my drive, I questioned if I was dreaming this whole experience. The constant checking of the clock on my dashboard seemed to disprove that theory, however, I was a bit leery about trusting unchanging clocks.
Eventually, I arrived at the 2-story blue house that I had grown to love and leave. The usual pickup was there, but a newer car - probably one my sister's - was also present. A warm glow rose from my belly at the thought of a smaller family reunion. I wasted no time in parking my car and heading to the back door.
As I walked up to knock, a loud, frustrated screech echoed out from inside. My mom often made that noise when she had enough of something. With a bit of worry settling in the back of my mind, I knocked on the door and waited. It only took a few seconds for my sister Sandra to open the door. However, even with my winning smile she blocked the entrance.
"Scott. Now's not a good time."
I scrunched my face in confusion. "What do you mean? There's never a bad time to see you and the parents."
Suddenly, the voice of a banshee wept out from the living room inside. "I don't even care about your damned truck! You can keep it! Just...sign!"
Sign? "Sandra, what's going on in there?"
She straightened up, creating more of a barrier between me and my parents. "Scott, you chose a good time to show up after not saying anything to us for a good couple of years."
"That's why I'm here now. Let me in."
She hit the door frame and bit her lip in anger. "Go, Scott. It's nice that you want them to be available to you on your time, but for right now, just leave. We'll get in touch with you when it's convenient for us."
Reality bit once again. If this was a dream, this was a shitty dream.
The ride back to my apartment was long and much less brighter than my ride away from it. The more I stewed in my anger and disappointment, the more the rope sounded good. It was petty to think of suicide at that point and I knew it, but I wanted no more than to be away from a world that apparently didn't care anymore. Thoughts rose up about how the world seemed to need me, but didn't seem to want me. Want me to change your worn aortic valve with something from pig skin? Sure, let me get on that. Oh, you didn't want me at the wedding? No problem.
I grabbed another nugget meal on the way home and launched myself right back into my chair. The hospital drama show wasn't on, but there were some truth-and-dare type shows that seemed to keep me occupied until the evening. Even with the distractions I handed myself, those creeping thoughts of depression rose up time and time again. I decided to turn my TV off around 8 and attempted to face my new priority: dreaming. Life may not be pleasant, but the roulette that was dreaming gave me enough interest to see another day. I took my supplements, but found those thoughts creeping back. I didn't want to wake up tomorrow. I can sleep for 8 hours, great - but dealing with the other 16? It was a nightmare after the possibility of a nightmare.
Chapter 4
Before I knew it, I was back in Santo's looking for a pleasantly round distraction. Scottsdale bars were known for the snoody women all across the country, but no man could deny the amount of eye candy that walked up and down the streets of downtown Scottsdale. I took my normal seat at the edge of the bar and looked around to find groups of single men, single women, and many others that were either not single or weren't looking. Beyond black tables of loud chatter stood hundreds of mirrors and blue neon lights decorating the walls with enough squiggles and streaks to make the place look 'rich'. Tables were beginning to be pushed to the side so a small dance floor could open up in the middle of the bar.
I ordered the usual scotch and found two of them placed in front of me. When looking at the bartender, he nodded to an area behind me. I turned to find a stretchy, sparkling red dress with a slender blonde attached to it.
"You bought me the drink?" I asked.
"One. I figured I'd like to try whatever you're trying."
Very smooth. I already began to feel my eyelids lowering and my throat prepping for the baritone version of my voice. "Look like a lady, drink like a man. I like it. Wanna join me?"
And so began the repetitive dance of the ages where man would woo woman and woman would make man felt like he did a good job wooing even though she had already made a plan for the both of them through the whole night. I returned the favor with a few drinks given to her in favor, but I made a note to not even take a sip of my own. We exchanged some easily-forgettable information like her name (I think it was Mary) and career choices. My eyes began to drift, and she began to garner for attention with questions.
"What brings you here?"
"You don't have a girlfriend? I don't see why not."
"Where do you live?"
The questions grated against my very being after a little while. I was going to fuck this girl and there was no question about it, assuming I didn't find someone else that was rounder in the hips and maybe a little less boring. My constant searches of the room produced no results, and I even did a few little tricks I learned from philandering around the bars: Yawn and then look to see who else is yawning to catch who is checking you out, or check your watch and look around to see who else did the same to catch the same. I got nothing.*
My fate was signed with the petite blonde with the B-cups. Instead of letting her flop around for questions, I decided to take over the question to make things a bit more interesting. After all, I had nowhere else to be.
"What do you think of surgeons?"
It was hard to see if the blank look on her face meant she was surprised or she was trying to formulate a fake, yet deep answer. "Well...I think the world needs them. I think they're very skilled, if that's what you're asking."
Fail. "Alright. Are you into dreams?"
A pretty smile crept up on her face. Her red lipstick was definitely one of her saving graces. A spark of excitement lit up in my gut from that smile; Maybe she had some depth to her.
"Well, I was hoping that we wouldn't do much dreaming tonight."
Nevermind.
Once I unlocked the door, she unlocked the beast within. She threw herself on me, forcing me to catch her or stand there awkwardly and let her drop like a brick. I placed my hands high under her soft thighs and pressed her into the wall, closing my eyes and pressing my lips into hers. I yet again began clothing myself in that persona of a passionate person eager to stick myself somewhere warm. Her tiny lips pressed hard into mine, slowly opening and allowing her warm tongue to trail against my lips inbetween urgent kisses. I responded with a swirling tongue, relishing in the sweet taste of cranberry vodka. Gentle moans escaped her throat with every touch of our tongues, and I began to notice an emanating warmth coming from beneath her short dress.
I lifted her back from the wall and placed my hands on her ass, which elicited a small giggle from her. She wrapped an arm around my neck and stroked my hair while I carried her to the bedroom.
"Are you going to fuck me?" She asked haughtily.
I smirked and kicked open my door, continuing my journey to the king-sized pleasure pad. "Fuck you? I'm gonna make you cum until you can't take it anymore."
"Mmmm, I love the sound of that." She pushed her face into my neck and gently bit into the nape. There was a bit of pain, but there was also a lurch from the beast within me. I realized then more than I did previously that it needed to come out. It needed to be fed.
I threw her on the bed and watched her as I began to unbutton my shirt. Like a petite siren, she dazily looked back with long blonde hair splayed on the bed. Her legs seemed to stretch out forever down to pedicured, heeled feet at the base of my bed. She arched her back and unzipped her dress, pushing it down her legs and throwing it on the ground at the same time my pants found their way off.
"Heels on or off?" She asked, bringing her small hands to small, round breasts that seemed to defy gravity. It took me a bit to take my eyes off of her fingertips rolling around her nipples, only to find them looking at the lean thighs swimming over my bed. She spread her legs and brought a hand down to a completely shaven pussy, spreading lips that were barely protruding. She looked like a perfect little nymphette - like some kind of doll waiting to be played with.
She smiled and looked down to watch my dick begin to poke out from underneath my boxers. She bit her lip and brought her middle finger above her small hole, swirling it around with the familiarity only a professional would use. "So? Heels?"
"Oh, yeah. Keep them on. I could find a use for them."
She laughed at that. Unable to keep from continuing, she spun completely and layed on her stomach, pulling me to the edge of the bed by my boxers and slipping them down. My cock bounced up and hit her head, which caused her to laugh again.
"Wow, looks like you're ready."
She took a hold of my dick and pumped her hand up and down on it a few times as if she was testing it for hardness. Then, she looked into my eyes and tilted her head to the side. She poked her tongue out and trailed it up the underside of my cock, making sure to keep eye contact the whole time. Once she got to the tip, she opened her mouth wide and held my cock while she fed it into her mouth. Her tiny lips wrapped around the base of the head, and the softest sucking on the tip brought me to a full erection.
It was watching her try to look into my eyes while sucking me that brought me to life. The whole night's pathetic conversation led up to this...Something I could finally put a little heart into. With a few inches pushed past her tongue, I realized that I needed this. This was my escape. In my bedroom, I am God.
I reached down and grabbed her hair, creating a small amount of tightness near her head. Her eyes lowered, and a muffled moan vibrated around my cock. I lowered my hips and began pushing into her mouth while she kept her lips tight around me, sucking until the last of my dick was starting to enter her throat. Her eyes shot open, but I continued pushing until I felt her throat rejecting. I pulled back until the head was almost out of her hungry mouth, then pushed in until she had more than half of my dick swallowed. Every time I pulled back, she created a vacuum that would urge me to push back in. I looked down her body and saw the lightly-tanned, lithe body that was waiting for me to pound it. Despite the fact she probably weighed 110 pounds tops, her ass was nice, sitting over small hips with a roundness and tightness to it that I was hoping to feel out.
A hand came up and grabbed my hip. I released her hair and watched as she looked up at me, lowering her head and opening her mouth wide. She swallowed more and more of my dick until it started to push down her throat, which left a wet, tight sensation around the tip. She wrapped her lips around me, then pulled up in one final suck, creating a plopping noise as her mouth left my cock.
"Get on your back," I ordered her. A smug smirk of satisfaction rose up on that pretty mouth, and as quickly as she could she flipped over and scooted her butt to the edge of the bed below me. I placed my hands on her hips and scooted her down a bit more, then took my dick in my hand and aimed it at her hot pussy. I rubbed the head of my dick against her clit, which caused her to tilt her head back and close her eyes.
"Ohhhh, fuck. Don't fucking tease me."
I pulled back a bit and aimed at the tight hole below, then, I began to lower my hips to hers. The head of my cock pushed in with some resistance, easing in to what felt like the tightest pussy I had ever been in. She hissed through her teeth once the head of my dick entered her after what felt like minutes, gifting me with a tight squeeze. I pushed my throbbing cock into her slick channels slowly, enjoying the torture of hearing her moan and gasp without being fully in her yet. Before I could bottom out, her wet hole began to clench and unclench around me every second. She threw out her hands and balled the sheets up, arching her neck and screaming out silently. Once she finished cumming, she began to breathe hard and look to the ceiling.
"Ffffuck, I'm cumming already! Stop torturing me!"
I smirked and pulled out a little, just enough to get her to look down at me with her glazed eyes. The words coming out of me didn't sound like my own.
"I'm going to fuck you how I want. I told you I'd make you cum until you can't stand it."
She bit her lip and lifted her hips, trying her best to force me deeper into her. I pulled back a bit more, countering her move. "Please! Please fuck me! I can't stand it anymore!"
I grabbed as much of her hips as I could and plowed into her, forcing her to gasp and clench around my intruding member. "Ohhhhhh fuck! God, yes!"
I held her still and rested for a few seconds, then quickly pulled out until only the head was left in her and thrusted back in all the way. She bit her lip and clenched her eyes, wrenching the sheets in her grasp. I decided against playing with her and began to pump in and out of her, causing the bed to squeek in the unmistakable way that tells someone's getting it on. I would give a few small thrusts, then intermittently slam hard into her, causing her to rise up on the bed with her small tits jiggling uncontrollably. Her hot pussy clenched every time I jackhammered into it, sometimes at intervals that rose when her moans turned into near-screams. She attempted to change the positions a few times, but the rush of lust and power I felt seeing her writhe under me was too addictive. Even if she wasn't exactly my type in the curviness department, she was definitely a fun toy to have for the night.
"Please!" She screamed after what seemed like hours of punishment and destruction on her small body. "Cum in my pussy! I need you to cum! Please!"
I grabbed the heel part of her heels and spread her legs as far and as high as I could, forcing her up the bed with every thrust but pulling her back down after. Her hands met the headboard as I started to rise over her, placing every bit of my will into pleasing this petite blonde.
"Fill my pussy up with all of your cum! Please, I need you to cum!"
With as much as a final grunt, I thrust one last time into her and began to clench and unclench my muscles at the base of my penis. She wailed against the wall one last time as she felt me 'cumming', though I hadn't even given her a drop.
"Ohhhhhh yesssss! Gooood, that's it."
Our breathing labored as the lust began to subside. I uncerimoniously pulled out and plopped down next to her, catching my breath as I stared at the ceiling. What a worthless lay. What a dumb woman. Does she even understand the monster she just fucked?
She placed her head on my chest and her hand on my stomach. "I have never cummed that much in my whole life. God, that felt so good..."
I closed my eyes and tried to ignore the throbbing from my unpleased cock. She had an orgasm maybe two times, I thought to myself. When she screamed and flailed like a retarded fish was when she was faking, but it was when she quietly screamed out that she was legitimately cumming. She was a 'pleaser', someone that would stroke anyone's ego just to find something comfortable or familiar with somebody.
"So, you look like you're ready for round two..."
I pretended to sleep, and eventually, pretend became real.
I was in one of the emergency room's sectional halls, where the curtains surrounded a particular section around each emergency room bed. My right arm had an IV in it, and I was wearing a hospital gown. Every other section had a person laying down with a few other people sitting nearby. One guy next to me had a broken tibia, while the lady across from me looked like her feet were very inflamed.
A small nurse, standing at probably 5', came into my section and pulled the curtain around us. She had on a pink nurse's outfit, which was strange as the nurses with pink usually were pediatric in the hospitals I went to. She had long blonde hair flowing down to her shoulders and a diagnostic clipboard in her arm. When she turned to face me, I saw that she was the girl I just had sex with.
I immediately turned to look at a clock on the wall above me. Though a clock was there, it was blank. It looked like the clocks had found my trick.
"If you are currently asking a question about the state of your mind and what it's doing, then I must answer it with yes, you are."
I looked down at the nurse (Was it Mariette? Muriel?) and paused in my thought. "So, I am-"
"Yes, you are," she interrupted. "Don't talk about it or focus on it, or you'll stop doing it."
I nodded and looked back up at the clock above me. Now it was gone. However, a strange floral smell began to pester me...
"Look at me," the nurse ordered. I returned my gaze to her and saw some very familiar tits only a few feet in front of me. "Focus on me. If you focus on the clock or anything else other than this moment, you'll lose it. It's very important you remember that."
"Got it," I said. "You. Boobs."
The woman smirked her very recognizable smirk and placed her clipboard down on a nearby table. "Don't you think it's better to be a pleaser than a faker?"
My eyebrows shot up. She met my eyes with a cool, collected gaze. This wasn't the same Marcia that I remembered.
"By the way, it's Mary...Not that you have to remember it."
"You can read my mind?"
"Only the stuff from that other place. Back to the subject at hand...You're a faker. It's one thing to want to please another person by giving them confidence. You, on the other hand did not only rid her of a true finish but yourself as well. I think that's pretty pathetic."
I lifted myself to a sitting position and cocked my head. "Pathetic? Screw you. I'm sorry, I can't get off to blonde bimbos that fake it."
She pushed me back down and forced her hand onto my shoulder. "Oh? You can't?" She then walked down to the end of the bed and broke off the end with what seemed like superhuman strength. My legs dangled off the edge, and she lifted my hospital gown to reveal my dick, which I found was still hard and throbbing despite my lack of sexual thought or influence at that time.
She pulled up a rolling chair and sat on it, placing her hands on my thighs while she looked up at me over my dick. "You see, Scott, I can see the beast you have within."
My heart fluttered at those words.
"I know what you see in those sluts you bring home. The hunger you have, the unending desire that rises every time you see a pair of wide hips or a fat ass under long, flowing hair."
Her hand wrapped around me dick. It felt strange to even hear me think of it, but her hand had to be the softest hand I ever had on me.
"I know you have yet to see a woman drenched in oil while she stands in some heels," she continued. Her hand slowly began to pump up and down on his shaft. She looked down at my dick, then returned to my eyes with a look that stopped my heart. "And I know you for all the pain that you have in your soul."
She stiffened her grip on the base of my cock and opened her mouth, releasing a soft, pink tongue and swirling it around my sex. I felt my jaw clench every time her wet tongue passed over the nerves under the head.
She brought her tongue back into her mouth. "I can see you for who you are, Scott. I can see all of you. Now, knowing that, I want you to watch me suck your duck. I'm going to make you cum in my mouth, and I'm going to swallow every single drop."
Her hands went to my thighs. She wrapped her mouth around the head of my dick and smoothly began to slide her lips down my pulsating shaft at an agonizing pace. Unlike Mary, she looked into my eyes and pierced right into my soul without just trying to look sexy. Also unlike Mary, I felt that she knew I like it when a woman doesn't use hands. She would go down halfway then come right back up, and just when I thought I was going to slip out, she would increase her suction and slip right back down.
She gently began to caress my thigh and increase her pace. After a few seconds of bobbing her head on me, she winked at me then took every inch of my cock into her mouth. The amount of suction and resistance from her throat was enough to drive me crazy. I couldn't stop myself from saying "Hoooly...ssshit..." She was doing all this while locking eyes with me the whole time, and it was having an effect on my body that I couldn't control. Wait...Control?
The gentle shivers running through my body acted as a sign of an oncoming orgasm. I placed my hand on her forehead and pushed her back, which allowed me to catch my breath for a few seconds.
"S-stop. I'm controlling this dream. I don't really want this. I know this is just what I wanted."
She bit her lip and shook her head. "Oh, is that so? Well, are you controlling this?"
She wrapped her lips around the head and applied an amount of suction I had never felt in my life. All the while, her tongue was feverishly pacing over those sensitive nerves under the head of my shaft.
I pushed her head back again and gained control of myself before I exploded. "Okay, no. I want that, that's something I'm controlling."
She sighed and gave me a look as if I was the dumbest person alive. "Fine. How about this?"
Her head split into two heads instantaneously, then her hair on the left head turned to neon pink while her hair on the right turned into a sky blue. Green ducks with mushrooms on their heads began swimming out of her hair and into the surrounding area, while a mixture of yellows and pinks swirled in some rising water around the hospital bed. After a few seconds of complete confusion, an indian man pulled back my curtain and screamed out in a language that I would never and have never understood. Once he finished screaming, he pulled out a canary-yellow knife and rushed to me. I quickly placed my arms in front of me in an attempt to block the stabbing that was going to occur, then found my door in front of me past the foot of my bed.
I looked around to find that Mary was putting on her red dress, and still with her normal blonde hair no less. She had stopped halfway, allowing her perky breasts to sit above the hem of her dress before she pulled it all the way up. I turned to my clock at the other side of the bed and found it was almost 6 in the morning.
"Hey," said Mary sheepishly. I turned and watched her finish putting on her dress.
"What's wrong?"
"Nothing's wrong," she said. She checked her heels, then looked at the clock and sighed. "Okay, fine. I know what kind of guy you are."
She pointed to the cabinet where the digital clock stood on top of. "You have a lock on that drawer for your wallet, keys and cellphone, and there's nothing in this house you can't take without calling a moving truck first. That tells me you're the kind of guy that brings girls back to your house, puts them to work, then kicks them out in the morning. You're either a professional, or a very paranoid man. Either way, I can't stay."
I looked at her, then looked back at my cabinet. She could tell that just from the cabinet?
"Don't worry," she said with a calm tone. "I understand how it goes."
She then picked up her purse and gave me a gentle smile. With one final, brief exchange of looks, she then turned to the door and walked out of my room.
"Oh, by the way!" She yelled from the front door. "You only made me cum twice!"
I smiled and snorted. "Is it still the most you've cummed in your life?"
I could almost hear her smiling from here. "Maybe. Have a good one!"
There was a bittersweet silence in her leave. I felt a small hole somewhere within me, but that same hole was quickly filled when I began to trek back to my dreams. I quickly updated my journal, then decided to call Dr. Anderson.
An unearthly state of bliss carried me through the 30 minute drive to my mother's. The whole experience was surreal to me; Just 36 hours ago, I wanted to off myself with a set of barbecue knives. Not only did that change in such a quick amount of time, but I also got to experience dreams again for the first time in probably 20 years. A good friend knocked me out with a shot, and now I was taking supplements. At one point during my drive, I questioned if I was dreaming this whole experience. The constant checking of the clock on my dashboard seemed to disprove that theory, however, I was a bit leery about trusting unchanging clocks.
Eventually, I arrived at the 2-story blue house that I had grown to love and leave. The usual pickup was there, but a newer car - probably one my sister's - was also present. A warm glow rose from my belly at the thought of a smaller family reunion. I wasted no time in parking my car and heading to the back door.
As I walked up to knock, a loud, frustrated screech echoed out from inside. My mom often made that noise when she had enough of something. With a bit of worry settling in the back of my mind, I knocked on the door and waited. It only took a few seconds for my sister Sandra to open the door. However, even with my winning smile she blocked the entrance.
"Scott. Now's not a good time."
I scrunched my face in confusion. "What do you mean? There's never a bad time to see you and the parents."
Suddenly, the voice of a banshee wept out from the living room inside. "I don't even care about your damned truck! You can keep it! Just...sign!"
Sign? "Sandra, what's going on in there?"
She straightened up, creating more of a barrier between me and my parents. "Scott, you chose a good time to show up after not saying anything to us for a good couple of years."
"That's why I'm here now. Let me in."
She hit the door frame and bit her lip in anger. "Go, Scott. It's nice that you want them to be available to you on your time, but for right now, just leave. We'll get in touch with you when it's convenient for us."
Reality bit once again. If this was a dream, this was a shitty dream.
The ride back to my apartment was long and much less brighter than my ride away from it. The more I stewed in my anger and disappointment, the more the rope sounded good. It was petty to think of suicide at that point and I knew it, but I wanted no more than to be away from a world that apparently didn't care anymore. Thoughts rose up about how the world seemed to need me, but didn't seem to want me. Want me to change your worn aortic valve with something from pig skin? Sure, let me get on that. Oh, you didn't want me at the wedding? No problem.
I grabbed another nugget meal on the way home and launched myself right back into my chair. The hospital drama show wasn't on, but there were some truth-and-dare type shows that seemed to keep me occupied until the evening. Even with the distractions I handed myself, those creeping thoughts of depression rose up time and time again. I decided to turn my TV off around 8 and attempted to face my new priority: dreaming. Life may not be pleasant, but the roulette that was dreaming gave me enough interest to see another day. I took my supplements, but found those thoughts creeping back. I didn't want to wake up tomorrow. I can sleep for 8 hours, great - but dealing with the other 16? It was a nightmare after the possibility of a nightmare.
Chapter 4
Before I knew it, I was back in Santo's looking for a pleasantly round distraction. Scottsdale bars were known for the snoody women all across the country, but no man could deny the amount of eye candy that walked up and down the streets of downtown Scottsdale. I took my normal seat at the edge of the bar and looked around to find groups of single men, single women, and many others that were either not single or weren't looking. Beyond black tables of loud chatter stood hundreds of mirrors and blue neon lights decorating the walls with enough squiggles and streaks to make the place look 'rich'. Tables were beginning to be pushed to the side so a small dance floor could open up in the middle of the bar.
I ordered the usual scotch and found two of them placed in front of me. When looking at the bartender, he nodded to an area behind me. I turned to find a stretchy, sparkling red dress with a slender blonde attached to it.
"You bought me the drink?" I asked.
"One. I figured I'd like to try whatever you're trying."
Very smooth. I already began to feel my eyelids lowering and my throat prepping for the baritone version of my voice. "Look like a lady, drink like a man. I like it. Wanna join me?"
And so began the repetitive dance of the ages where man would woo woman and woman would make man felt like he did a good job wooing even though she had already made a plan for the both of them through the whole night. I returned the favor with a few drinks given to her in favor, but I made a note to not even take a sip of my own. We exchanged some easily-forgettable information like her name (I think it was Mary) and career choices. My eyes began to drift, and she began to garner for attention with questions.
"What brings you here?"
"You don't have a girlfriend? I don't see why not."
"Where do you live?"
The questions grated against my very being after a little while. I was going to fuck this girl and there was no question about it, assuming I didn't find someone else that was rounder in the hips and maybe a little less boring. My constant searches of the room produced no results, and I even did a few little tricks I learned from philandering around the bars: Yawn and then look to see who else is yawning to catch who is checking you out, or check your watch and look around to see who else did the same to catch the same. I got nothing.*
My fate was signed with the petite blonde with the B-cups. Instead of letting her flop around for questions, I decided to take over the question to make things a bit more interesting. After all, I had nowhere else to be.
"What do you think of surgeons?"
It was hard to see if the blank look on her face meant she was surprised or she was trying to formulate a fake, yet deep answer. "Well...I think the world needs them. I think they're very skilled, if that's what you're asking."
Fail. "Alright. Are you into dreams?"
A pretty smile crept up on her face. Her red lipstick was definitely one of her saving graces. A spark of excitement lit up in my gut from that smile; Maybe she had some depth to her.
"Well, I was hoping that we wouldn't do much dreaming tonight."
Nevermind.
Once I unlocked the door, she unlocked the beast within. She threw herself on me, forcing me to catch her or stand there awkwardly and let her drop like a brick. I placed my hands high under her soft thighs and pressed her into the wall, closing my eyes and pressing my lips into hers. I yet again began clothing myself in that persona of a passionate person eager to stick myself somewhere warm. Her tiny lips pressed hard into mine, slowly opening and allowing her warm tongue to trail against my lips inbetween urgent kisses. I responded with a swirling tongue, relishing in the sweet taste of cranberry vodka. Gentle moans escaped her throat with every touch of our tongues, and I began to notice an emanating warmth coming from beneath her short dress.
I lifted her back from the wall and placed my hands on her ass, which elicited a small giggle from her. She wrapped an arm around my neck and stroked my hair while I carried her to the bedroom.
"Are you going to fuck me?" She asked haughtily.
I smirked and kicked open my door, continuing my journey to the king-sized pleasure pad. "Fuck you? I'm gonna make you cum until you can't take it anymore."
"Mmmm, I love the sound of that." She pushed her face into my neck and gently bit into the nape. There was a bit of pain, but there was also a lurch from the beast within me. I realized then more than I did previously that it needed to come out. It needed to be fed.
I threw her on the bed and watched her as I began to unbutton my shirt. Like a petite siren, she dazily looked back with long blonde hair splayed on the bed. Her legs seemed to stretch out forever down to pedicured, heeled feet at the base of my bed. She arched her back and unzipped her dress, pushing it down her legs and throwing it on the ground at the same time my pants found their way off.
"Heels on or off?" She asked, bringing her small hands to small, round breasts that seemed to defy gravity. It took me a bit to take my eyes off of her fingertips rolling around her nipples, only to find them looking at the lean thighs swimming over my bed. She spread her legs and brought a hand down to a completely shaven pussy, spreading lips that were barely protruding. She looked like a perfect little nymphette - like some kind of doll waiting to be played with.
She smiled and looked down to watch my dick begin to poke out from underneath my boxers. She bit her lip and brought her middle finger above her small hole, swirling it around with the familiarity only a professional would use. "So? Heels?"
"Oh, yeah. Keep them on. I could find a use for them."
She laughed at that. Unable to keep from continuing, she spun completely and layed on her stomach, pulling me to the edge of the bed by my boxers and slipping them down. My cock bounced up and hit her head, which caused her to laugh again.
"Wow, looks like you're ready."
She took a hold of my dick and pumped her hand up and down on it a few times as if she was testing it for hardness. Then, she looked into my eyes and tilted her head to the side. She poked her tongue out and trailed it up the underside of my cock, making sure to keep eye contact the whole time. Once she got to the tip, she opened her mouth wide and held my cock while she fed it into her mouth. Her tiny lips wrapped around the base of the head, and the softest sucking on the tip brought me to a full erection.
It was watching her try to look into my eyes while sucking me that brought me to life. The whole night's pathetic conversation led up to this...Something I could finally put a little heart into. With a few inches pushed past her tongue, I realized that I needed this. This was my escape. In my bedroom, I am God.
I reached down and grabbed her hair, creating a small amount of tightness near her head. Her eyes lowered, and a muffled moan vibrated around my cock. I lowered my hips and began pushing into her mouth while she kept her lips tight around me, sucking until the last of my dick was starting to enter her throat. Her eyes shot open, but I continued pushing until I felt her throat rejecting. I pulled back until the head was almost out of her hungry mouth, then pushed in until she had more than half of my dick swallowed. Every time I pulled back, she created a vacuum that would urge me to push back in. I looked down her body and saw the lightly-tanned, lithe body that was waiting for me to pound it. Despite the fact she probably weighed 110 pounds tops, her ass was nice, sitting over small hips with a roundness and tightness to it that I was hoping to feel out.
A hand came up and grabbed my hip. I released her hair and watched as she looked up at me, lowering her head and opening her mouth wide. She swallowed more and more of my dick until it started to push down her throat, which left a wet, tight sensation around the tip. She wrapped her lips around me, then pulled up in one final suck, creating a plopping noise as her mouth left my cock.
"Get on your back," I ordered her. A smug smirk of satisfaction rose up on that pretty mouth, and as quickly as she could she flipped over and scooted her butt to the edge of the bed below me. I placed my hands on her hips and scooted her down a bit more, then took my dick in my hand and aimed it at her hot pussy. I rubbed the head of my dick against her clit, which caused her to tilt her head back and close her eyes.
"Ohhhh, fuck. Don't fucking tease me."
I pulled back a bit and aimed at the tight hole below, then, I began to lower my hips to hers. The head of my cock pushed in with some resistance, easing in to what felt like the tightest pussy I had ever been in. She hissed through her teeth once the head of my dick entered her after what felt like minutes, gifting me with a tight squeeze. I pushed my throbbing cock into her slick channels slowly, enjoying the torture of hearing her moan and gasp without being fully in her yet. Before I could bottom out, her wet hole began to clench and unclench around me every second. She threw out her hands and balled the sheets up, arching her neck and screaming out silently. Once she finished cumming, she began to breathe hard and look to the ceiling.
"Ffffuck, I'm cumming already! Stop torturing me!"
I smirked and pulled out a little, just enough to get her to look down at me with her glazed eyes. The words coming out of me didn't sound like my own.
"I'm going to fuck you how I want. I told you I'd make you cum until you can't stand it."
She bit her lip and lifted her hips, trying her best to force me deeper into her. I pulled back a bit more, countering her move. "Please! Please fuck me! I can't stand it anymore!"
I grabbed as much of her hips as I could and plowed into her, forcing her to gasp and clench around my intruding member. "Ohhhhhh fuck! God, yes!"
I held her still and rested for a few seconds, then quickly pulled out until only the head was left in her and thrusted back in all the way. She bit her lip and clenched her eyes, wrenching the sheets in her grasp. I decided against playing with her and began to pump in and out of her, causing the bed to squeek in the unmistakable way that tells someone's getting it on. I would give a few small thrusts, then intermittently slam hard into her, causing her to rise up on the bed with her small tits jiggling uncontrollably. Her hot pussy clenched every time I jackhammered into it, sometimes at intervals that rose when her moans turned into near-screams. She attempted to change the positions a few times, but the rush of lust and power I felt seeing her writhe under me was too addictive. Even if she wasn't exactly my type in the curviness department, she was definitely a fun toy to have for the night.
"Please!" She screamed after what seemed like hours of punishment and destruction on her small body. "Cum in my pussy! I need you to cum! Please!"
I grabbed the heel part of her heels and spread her legs as far and as high as I could, forcing her up the bed with every thrust but pulling her back down after. Her hands met the headboard as I started to rise over her, placing every bit of my will into pleasing this petite blonde.
"Fill my pussy up with all of your cum! Please, I need you to cum!"
With as much as a final grunt, I thrust one last time into her and began to clench and unclench my muscles at the base of my penis. She wailed against the wall one last time as she felt me 'cumming', though I hadn't even given her a drop.
"Ohhhhhh yesssss! Gooood, that's it."
Our breathing labored as the lust began to subside. I uncerimoniously pulled out and plopped down next to her, catching my breath as I stared at the ceiling. What a worthless lay. What a dumb woman. Does she even understand the monster she just fucked?
She placed her head on my chest and her hand on my stomach. "I have never cummed that much in my whole life. God, that felt so good..."
I closed my eyes and tried to ignore the throbbing from my unpleased cock. She had an orgasm maybe two times, I thought to myself. When she screamed and flailed like a retarded fish was when she was faking, but it was when she quietly screamed out that she was legitimately cumming. She was a 'pleaser', someone that would stroke anyone's ego just to find something comfortable or familiar with somebody.
"So, you look like you're ready for round two..."
I pretended to sleep, and eventually, pretend became real.
I was in one of the emergency room's sectional halls, where the curtains surrounded a particular section around each emergency room bed. My right arm had an IV in it, and I was wearing a hospital gown. Every other section had a person laying down with a few other people sitting nearby. One guy next to me had a broken tibia, while the lady across from me looked like her feet were very inflamed.
A small nurse, standing at probably 5', came into my section and pulled the curtain around us. She had on a pink nurse's outfit, which was strange as the nurses with pink usually were pediatric in the hospitals I went to. She had long blonde hair flowing down to her shoulders and a diagnostic clipboard in her arm. When she turned to face me, I saw that she was the girl I just had sex with.
I immediately turned to look at a clock on the wall above me. Though a clock was there, it was blank. It looked like the clocks had found my trick.
"If you are currently asking a question about the state of your mind and what it's doing, then I must answer it with yes, you are."
I looked down at the nurse (Was it Mariette? Muriel?) and paused in my thought. "So, I am-"
"Yes, you are," she interrupted. "Don't talk about it or focus on it, or you'll stop doing it."
I nodded and looked back up at the clock above me. Now it was gone. However, a strange floral smell began to pester me...
"Look at me," the nurse ordered. I returned my gaze to her and saw some very familiar tits only a few feet in front of me. "Focus on me. If you focus on the clock or anything else other than this moment, you'll lose it. It's very important you remember that."
"Got it," I said. "You. Boobs."
The woman smirked her very recognizable smirk and placed her clipboard down on a nearby table. "Don't you think it's better to be a pleaser than a faker?"
My eyebrows shot up. She met my eyes with a cool, collected gaze. This wasn't the same Marcia that I remembered.
"By the way, it's Mary...Not that you have to remember it."
"You can read my mind?"
"Only the stuff from that other place. Back to the subject at hand...You're a faker. It's one thing to want to please another person by giving them confidence. You, on the other hand did not only rid her of a true finish but yourself as well. I think that's pretty pathetic."
I lifted myself to a sitting position and cocked my head. "Pathetic? Screw you. I'm sorry, I can't get off to blonde bimbos that fake it."
She pushed me back down and forced her hand onto my shoulder. "Oh? You can't?" She then walked down to the end of the bed and broke off the end with what seemed like superhuman strength. My legs dangled off the edge, and she lifted my hospital gown to reveal my dick, which I found was still hard and throbbing despite my lack of sexual thought or influence at that time.
She pulled up a rolling chair and sat on it, placing her hands on my thighs while she looked up at me over my dick. "You see, Scott, I can see the beast you have within."
My heart fluttered at those words.
"I know what you see in those sluts you bring home. The hunger you have, the unending desire that rises every time you see a pair of wide hips or a fat ass under long, flowing hair."
Her hand wrapped around me dick. It felt strange to even hear me think of it, but her hand had to be the softest hand I ever had on me.
"I know you have yet to see a woman drenched in oil while she stands in some heels," she continued. Her hand slowly began to pump up and down on his shaft. She looked down at my dick, then returned to my eyes with a look that stopped my heart. "And I know you for all the pain that you have in your soul."
She stiffened her grip on the base of my cock and opened her mouth, releasing a soft, pink tongue and swirling it around my sex. I felt my jaw clench every time her wet tongue passed over the nerves under the head.
She brought her tongue back into her mouth. "I can see you for who you are, Scott. I can see all of you. Now, knowing that, I want you to watch me suck your duck. I'm going to make you cum in my mouth, and I'm going to swallow every single drop."
Her hands went to my thighs. She wrapped her mouth around the head of my dick and smoothly began to slide her lips down my pulsating shaft at an agonizing pace. Unlike Mary, she looked into my eyes and pierced right into my soul without just trying to look sexy. Also unlike Mary, I felt that she knew I like it when a woman doesn't use hands. She would go down halfway then come right back up, and just when I thought I was going to slip out, she would increase her suction and slip right back down.
She gently began to caress my thigh and increase her pace. After a few seconds of bobbing her head on me, she winked at me then took every inch of my cock into her mouth. The amount of suction and resistance from her throat was enough to drive me crazy. I couldn't stop myself from saying "Hoooly...ssshit..." She was doing all this while locking eyes with me the whole time, and it was having an effect on my body that I couldn't control. Wait...Control?
The gentle shivers running through my body acted as a sign of an oncoming orgasm. I placed my hand on her forehead and pushed her back, which allowed me to catch my breath for a few seconds.
"S-stop. I'm controlling this dream. I don't really want this. I know this is just what I wanted."
She bit her lip and shook her head. "Oh, is that so? Well, are you controlling this?"
She wrapped her lips around the head and applied an amount of suction I had never felt in my life. All the while, her tongue was feverishly pacing over those sensitive nerves under the head of my shaft.
I pushed her head back again and gained control of myself before I exploded. "Okay, no. I want that, that's something I'm controlling."
She sighed and gave me a look as if I was the dumbest person alive. "Fine. How about this?"
Her head split into two heads instantaneously, then her hair on the left head turned to neon pink while her hair on the right turned into a sky blue. Green ducks with mushrooms on their heads began swimming out of her hair and into the surrounding area, while a mixture of yellows and pinks swirled in some rising water around the hospital bed. After a few seconds of complete confusion, an indian man pulled back my curtain and screamed out in a language that I would never and have never understood. Once he finished screaming, he pulled out a canary-yellow knife and rushed to me. I quickly placed my arms in front of me in an attempt to block the stabbing that was going to occur, then found my door in front of me past the foot of my bed.
I looked around to find that Mary was putting on her red dress, and still with her normal blonde hair no less. She had stopped halfway, allowing her perky breasts to sit above the hem of her dress before she pulled it all the way up. I turned to my clock at the other side of the bed and found it was almost 6 in the morning.
"Hey," said Mary sheepishly. I turned and watched her finish putting on her dress.
"What's wrong?"
"Nothing's wrong," she said. She checked her heels, then looked at the clock and sighed. "Okay, fine. I know what kind of guy you are."
She pointed to the cabinet where the digital clock stood on top of. "You have a lock on that drawer for your wallet, keys and cellphone, and there's nothing in this house you can't take without calling a moving truck first. That tells me you're the kind of guy that brings girls back to your house, puts them to work, then kicks them out in the morning. You're either a professional, or a very paranoid man. Either way, I can't stay."
I looked at her, then looked back at my cabinet. She could tell that just from the cabinet?
"Don't worry," she said with a calm tone. "I understand how it goes."
She then picked up her purse and gave me a gentle smile. With one final, brief exchange of looks, she then turned to the door and walked out of my room.
"Oh, by the way!" She yelled from the front door. "You only made me cum twice!"
I smiled and snorted. "Is it still the most you've cummed in your life?"
I could almost hear her smiling from here. "Maybe. Have a good one!"
There was a bittersweet silence in her leave. I felt a small hole somewhere within me, but that same hole was quickly filled when I began to trek back to my dreams. I quickly updated my journal, then decided to call Dr. Anderson.
