The Strangest Dream

I didn’t know who he was, yet somehow I felt completely at ease around him like I had known him forever. There was a quiet confidence in the way he moved, in the way his eyes held mine, as if he already understood parts of me I hadn’t discovered yet.

That night, he leaned in close. 

“Come out with me,” he said softly. “A club. Tonight.”

I hesitated, biting my lip. “I… don’t usually do this.”

His small smile sent a shiver through me. “Come ready,” he added, voice low. “And when you do, you listen to me.”

When I returned, dressed in a short black dress that hugged every curve, his gaze darkened with hunger. He stepped forward, tilting my chin up with two fingers.

“But you have to listen to me,” he repeated, eyes locked on mine. “Completely.”

A question flickered through my mind what exactly does he mean? but before I could speak, he closed the distance.

“Come here.”

His voice was gentle, yet something wild simmered beneath it. Curiosity pulled me forward.

The moment I reached him, he guided me back until my shoulders met the wall. My heart hammered against my ribs.

“Don’t be scared,” he whispered, lips brushing my ear. “I’ve got you.”

His presence overwhelmed me, but it felt strangely safe. I stayed not because I had to, but because a deep, secret part of me wanted to.

He slid his hands down to my waist, gripping firmly, then leaned in again. “Don’t fight it… it might hurt a little at first,” he murmured, breath hot against my skin.

Nervousness rippled through me, but trust won out. I nodded.

Suddenly, his hand cracked hard across my ass. The sharp sting made me gasp, the sound echoing in the room.

“Ah !” I yelped, eyes widening.

He chuckled softly, rubbing the spot he’d struck. “That’s it… good girl. Feel that?”

The burn faded into a warm throb I didn’t entirely hate. Before I could catch my breath, he slowly lifted the hem of my dress, exposing me. I felt something cool and firm press against my tight entrance.

“Wait what is that?” I breathed, tensing.

“Shh. Relax for me,” he ordered gently but firmly, one hand holding my hip steady. He pushed forward, and the unfamiliar pressure made a soft, involuntary moan slip from my lips. Discomfort bloomed, sharp and stretching. My body instinctively tried to pull away.

“Hold on, girl,” he said in that deep, steady voice, gripping me tighter. “Breathe. That’s it… good girl. Take it for me.”

I turned my head, half curious, half defiant, meeting his intense stare. In one smooth motion, he grabbed the back of my neck and pulled me into a wild, breathless kiss. His tongue claimed mine as the plug sank deeper, filling me completely.

When he finally broke the kiss, lips still hovering over mine, I panted, “What… what is that?”

He held my gaze, eyes dark with satisfaction. “It’s a butt plug,” he said calmly. “And you don’t take it off. Not until I say so.”

A strange mix of discomfort, fullness, and losing control washed over me. My cheeks burned. Yet somewhere beneath the nerves, a forbidden thrill sparked to life.

“I… I feel so full,” I whispered, shifting slightly. The movement sent sparks through me.

He smirked, thumb brushing my lower lip. “Good. You’re going to feel me all night like this. Every step. Every dance. And you’re going to love it, aren’t you?”

I swallowed hard, then nodded slowly, voice barely audible. “Yes…”

He kissed me again, softer this time, but no less possessive. “That’s my girl.”

And somehow… I did.

The drive to the club was pure torment. Every small bump made the plug shift inside me. I squirmed in my seat.

He glanced over with that dark smirk. “Having trouble already, ?”“I can feel it constantly,” I whispered, face flushed. “It’s so deep…”“Good,” he said, voice low. “That’s how I want you tonight reminded of who owns this body.”

Inside the club, the heavy bass pulsed through me, making the plug feel even more intense. He pulled me onto the dance floor, chest to my back, hands gripping my hips.

“Move for me,” he murmured against my ear. “Nice and slow. Let that plug fuck you with every roll of your hips.”

I gasped softly as I obeyed. “It’s pressing so deep when I move… I feel so full.”

He chuckled darkly. “That’s good girl. Everyone’s watching you dance, but only I know how wet that tight little ass is right now.”

After a few songs, my knees were weak. He guided me to a dark corner booth and pulled me onto his lap, my back against his chest, legs spread over his thighs. My short dress barely covered anything.

His hand slid under the table and between my legs. One finger traced my soaked folds slowly, teasing.

“Oh god…” I breathed, gripping his arm.

“Shh,” he whispered, lips brushing my ear. “I want to feel you. All of you. How wet this pretty pussy gets for me.”

He pushed one finger inside me, then another, stretching me while the plug stayed firmly in my ass. The dual fullness made me whimper.

“Fuck , you’re dripping down my fingers already,” he groaned softly, voice rough with satisfaction. “So tight… and so fucking wet. This is what I wanted to feel how much your body needs me.”

I bit my lip hard, trying not to moan too loudly as his fingers curled slowly inside me, stroking that sensitive spot. “Please… it feels too good with the plug too. I’m so full…”

“I know, "he murmured, pumping his fingers in a steady, torturous rhythm. “I can feel everything. The way you clench around me every time that plug shifts. You’re going to stay right here and let me play with you.”

His thumb found my clit, circling it lightly while his fingers kept thrusting gently. The music covered most of my soft gasps, but I was terrified someone would notice.

“sir…” I whimpered, head falling back against his shoulder. “Someone might see…”

“Let them look,” he said calmly, adding a third finger and stretching me wider. “They’ll just see a pretty girl sitting on her man’s lap. They won’t know I’m knuckle deep in this soaked pussy, feeling you throb for me.”

He curled his fingers again, hitting that perfect spot while the plug pressed from behind. My thighs started shaking.

“Don’t you dare come yet,” he warned, voice firm against my ear. “I want to feel you get even wetter. I want to feel this pussy flutter and beg before I let you finish. Understand?”

“Yes… yes, Sir,” I panted, fighting the building waves of pleasure. “I’ll be good… I’ll let you feel me as much as you want.”

He kissed the side of my neck, possessive and slow. “That’s my girl. Now spread your legs a little wider. I’m not done feeling what’s mine.”

He sucked his fingers clean once more, savoring my taste with a dark hum as we pulled away from the club. The drive started smooth, but soon heavy rain hammered the windshield, turning the road into a blurry haze. Thunder rolled overhead, and visibility dropped to almost nothing.

“Fuck this,” he muttered, pulling off onto a quiet side road. He parked under some trees, killed the lights, and looked at me with that hungry stare. “Back seat. Now.”

Heavy rain hammered the windshield as we drove off, the cold seeping through the glass and into my bones. A strange, electric tension mixed with the chill, making my skin prickle.

He glanced over at me with a dark, knowing smile. “You’ve been such a good girl tonight,” he murmured, his voice low and rough. “Still feeling that plug inside you?”

I shivered, biting my lip. “Yes… it hurts a little, but I love it. My panties are completely soaked.”

His hand slid over my thigh, gripping it possessively. “Good. You’re going to stay wet for me all night.” He pulled the car over into a secluded spot, then reached for me, yanking me closer. “Come here.”

He cupped my face firmly and kissed me deep, demanding, stealing my breath. I whimpered against his mouth as tears slipped down my cheeks from the overwhelming intensity.

“Shh, baby,” he whispered, brushing a tear away with his thumb. “You’re mine tonight. Let it all go.”

The cold rain only made me crave him more. I felt completely lost in him, no longer in control.

His eyes darkened with lust. “Get on my lap. Now.”

I climbed over immediately, straddling him. The moment I felt his hard cock pressing against me through his pants, I gasped. “Oh god… you’re so hard already.”

I started rocking slowly, grinding against him. He groaned, his hands digging into my ass, guiding my movements. “That’s it, ride me like that. Fuck, you feel incredible.”

The friction was driving me wild. “I want you so badly,” I breathed, grinding harder.

He smirked. “You’re going to get every inch of me.” I grabbed his collar and pulled him in for another fierce kiss.

Then he said “ I want to see you.”

He unzipped my dress and tugged down my hips. I felt a rush of shyness, but it burned away in the heat of his gaze.

“Look at you,” he growled appreciatively, running his hands over my body. “So fucking beautiful.” He unclasped my bra and cupped my breasts, squeezing them firmly in both hands. “These are mine.”

I moaned, arching into his touch. “Yes… they’re yours.” Emboldened, I reached for his shirt, unbuttoning it slowly. My fingers traced his firm, lightly hairy chest, feeling his heart hammering. “You’re so warm… I can feel how much you want me.”

He leaned in, sucking and licking my nipples until I cried out. Then he bit down gently and squeezed harder. “You like that, don’t you? Tell me.”

“Mmmmh...” I moaned, trembling. “Please… don’t stop.”

My hands moved lower. I unbuckled his belt and freed his cock. The sight of it thick, hard, and throbbing made me ache with hunger. “It’s so perfect… I need to taste you.”

I slid down between his legs and took it into my mouth, swirling my tongue around the head.

“Fuck, yes,” he groaned, his hand tangling in my hair. “Just like that, baby. You’re doing so good.”

The sound of his moans made me even wetter. After a while, he pulled me back up. “My turn.” He turned me onto my side, spread my legs wide, and buried his face between my thighs, licking my pussy with long, hungry strokes.

“Oh my god!” I cried, gripping his head and pressing him closer. “Don’t stop… please!”

He held my thighs firmly against his face, devouring me until I was shaking. Then he rose, sliding two fingers deep inside me while his thumb circled my clit. “So tight and wet for me,” he murmured. “This pussy is mine.”

He flipped me over onto all fours and delivered several firm, stinging slaps to my ass. I yelped in pleasure each time.

“You like being spanked, don’t you?” he said, voice thick with lust.

“Mmmmmh… I love it,” I moaned.

He slowly pulled the butt plug out, making me whimper at the empty feeling. Then he positioned himself and pushed his cock into my tight hole. “Relax for me, baby. Take every inch.”

We started in doggy style. He gripped my hair, pulling my head back as he thrust deep and hard. “Fuck, you feel perfect,” he growled.

“Harder,” I begged, pushing back against him. “Please fuck me harder.”

We moved through position after position cowgirl, where I rode him desperately while he gripped my hips and praised me missionary, where he pinned me down and stared into my eyes as he drove into me and more, each one raw, intense, and consuming.

The rain pounded the car as we lost ourselves completely in each other, fogging the windows and drowning out everything but our moans and whispered filthy promises.

That night was a very romantic, wild night the kind I had never experienced in my life. We spent a hot, breathless night together, lost in each other. I slowly leaned into him, my body seeking his warmth even as exhaustion tugged at me. He brushed a strand of hair from my face and asked softly, “Are you tired, love?”

“Mmm,” I murmured, but I still craved the solid heat of his body against mine.   I wanted to own him heart, body, and soul for the rest of my life. His masculine strength, the protective way he held me, the quiet power in his presence… it made everything feel safe, easy, right.

I never wanted to lose him.

By then both our bodies were slick with sweat. I loved the raw, intimate scent of him his skin, his effort, his desire. Everything about him captivated me that strong chest, the powerful hands that could be so gentle, his handsome face in the dim light, those lips I couldn’t stop kissing, and the soft mess of his hair between my fingers. I loved all of him.

With the sweet fatigue of the day and the intensity of our passion finally catching up, I drifted off right there on his chest. He pulled me closer, hugging me like something precious, like a child he wanted to shield from the world. Wrapped in that steady warmth, his heartbeat a lullaby beneath my ear, I fell into the most comfortable, contented sleep I’d ever known.

A few moments later, the sharp sound my alarm pulled me back to reality. I wanted to stay there forever, wrapped in his arms, but the world wouldn’t wait. Groggy and reluctant, I forced my eyes open. The warmth of his body, the scent of his skin, the safety of his embrace… it all felt so vivid.

Then it hit me.

None of it had been real.

I sat up slowly in my empty bed, the sheets cool and untouched beside me. “This can’t be real,” I whispered to myself, a strange ache blooming in my chest. The romantic, wild night the way he touched me, the way he called me his girl, the deep comfort of falling asleep on his chest had all been a dream. A beautiful, heartbreakingly realistic dream.

With a quiet sigh, I dragged myself out of bed and started getting ready for campus like I always did. The routine felt heavier today. I brushed my hair, threw on my clothes, and glanced at my reflection. My cheeks still felt faintly warm, as if his hands had really been there.

Even as I stepped out the door, part of me couldn’t shake the longing. What if I saw him today? What if dreams like that were the universe’s way of hinting at something real?