Sneaky Dreams Collection

In the stillness of the night, the clock's hands had moved past midnight when Dime's eyes rolled back, and she succumbed to unconsciousness. A profound quiet settled around her, broken only by the faint, labored rhythm of her shallow breaths. Her body lay limp, unresponsive to the world outside. Yet, within the confines of her mind, a tempest of thoughts and emotions raged like an unbridled maelstrom. It was a storm untamed, an eruption of raw feelings and thoughts swirling together.

In this ethereal realm of her own making, she felt herself slipping away, as if imploding inward, her consciousness dissolving into the farthest reaches of her soul. There, in the uncharted territory of her imagination, an expansive and mysterious landscape unfurled. It was a world teeming with strange visions and surreal adventures, a realm where the boundaries of reality blurred and the extraordinary became the norm.

Suddenly, emerging from the depths of that darkness, a face materialized as if from a distant realm. He possessed the darkness of the midnight sky, his skin rich and velvety like a decadent chocolate cake. His eyes burned with an intensity that ignited a wild fire within her. Leaning in with an air of magnetic allure, he pressed his lips gently against her hand, his breath carrying warmth and an irresistible invitation.

A tantalizing aroma filled the air, a scent both sweet and mouthwatering. It teased her senses, tickling her nostrils with the essence of freshly made apple cobbler, a delightful and unexpected pleasure in this surreal encounter. With a tender touch, he cupped her face in his hands and spoke in a soft, reassuring tone, "I'm the man you've been dreaming about, the one who will cherish you as you truly deserve."

His gaze bore into her with an intensity that sent a shiver of longing down her spine. The man led her through a lush garden, vibrant colors enveloping them as their senses filled with sensations of love and desire. Arriving before a small kitchen, the oven and stovetops emitted a gentle heat, and the air was saturated with an intoxicating aroma that hinted at delicious delights in the making.

Drawing her closer, he pressed his body against hers, his warm breath dancing on her neck, and her heart raced with wild anticipation. Gently, he reached out and signaled for her to turn around, her eyes now blindfolded. Wrapped in darkness, anticipation coursed through her veins like electricity. And then, without warning, he traced a vibrating sensation along her body, causing her to gasp with pleasure and shiver uncontrollably.

As the intensity of his teasing escalated, she felt herself spiraling past the boundaries of pleasure, slipping into a trance-like state that left her utterly powerless. Lost in the dizzying whirlwind of sensations, she ventured deeper into a delirious dream of ecstasy.

When her eyes fluttered open, the intensity of the moment stole her breath away. She found herself reclining on a bed adorned with pristine white cream linens, and the sweet, intoxicating scent of roses enveloped her senses. As she gazed upward, her passionate lover's face came into focus, bathed in the soft, romantic glow of the room's gentle light. In that very moment, an unspoken understanding passed between them, and she knew that this adventure would be unlike any other she had ever experienced.

**This was one of my first writes, I know it's not a lot to go by, but I do promise to make it worth reading. **

Cancun, Mexico

As he strolled along the sandy beach, Trèvonte began browsing through his phone, checking up on his ex-girlfriends. Ashley, in particular, was a woman he still harbored strong feelings for. She was pursuing a degree in psychology at the University of Mexico. He dialed her number, only to be met with her voicemail. Leaving a heartfelt message about how much he missed her, he expressed his hope for a return call. Afterwards, he made his way to a beachside bar. The sound of music filled the air as he took a seat and ordered a drink. The bartender informed him they were closing soon but agreed to prepare his order. Trèvonte requested a gin, neat. The bartender handed him his drink, and he walked away, savoring the liquor with each sip.

By the water’s edge, Trèvonte gazes up at the sky just as a shooting star streaks across it. His mind is a whirlwind of thoughts and emotions. As he finishes his drink, he places the empty glass in the cup holder and reclines in his chair, drifting into a deep sleep. His mind wanders, fixated on whether Ashley will return his call. He stirs, opening his eyes to a surreal scene - a garden bathed in twilight, filled with roses, and illuminated by a dark red moon on one side and a full moon on the other. A woman approaches him, dressed in a seductive outfit. She brandishes a whip, swinging it through the air while licking her lips. Trèvonte rubs his eyes, trying to make sense of the strange dream his mind has conjured.

“Welcome, Tre,” the woman announces, running the whip down her body while holding a bottle of oil in her other hand. “Shh, don’t speak. I’m the woman you’ve been desiring day and night,” she tells him. Trevonte, half-confused, can only think, “What the hell?” He attempts to rise from his chair, only to find his hands chained to it. The woman circles him once before heading to her kitchen to retrieve a plate of berries and a pair of black, furry cuffs to add a little spice to his dream. “Who are you?” Trevonte asks, just as she walks over to the stereo and turns on Annie Lennox’s “I Put a Spell on You”.

She turns to face him. “I’m the one you crave, the one who occupies your thoughts, the one who can transform your life forever,” she declares. He looks at her, his face full of questions. “But I’ve never dreamt of you,” he says, uncertainty lacing his words. “Oh, but you have, and I’m here to fulfill those desires,” she responds. As Trevonte struggles to free himself, she releases his restraints. “Wait a minute, Ashley???” he questions, taken aback. The woman looks up sharply, as if distracted by a passing bird or perhaps a dark cloud, before breaking the silence. “You really didn’t recognize me, did you? Trevonte, I see all and know all. Don’t mistake me for Ashley, the woman you cheated on me with.” With a swift motion, she grabs his chain and leads him towards a post.

With the furry cuffs secured, she slides his boxers off and attaches them to his hip with the chain. A soft moan escapes him as he anticipates the pleasure to come. The woman then says, “I’m going to take care of you, papi, because you’re worth it.” She smiles, licking a berry covered in whipped cream before sliding it along his arousal. His eyes roll back as he feels the warmth of her lips enveloping him. “Ahhh, damn! Woman,” Tré exclaims. The woman walks over to a shelf and picks up a blindfold and a candle. Tré’s eyes widen as he watches her round backside and thick thighs move with each step. As she turns around, he catches a glimpse of her face before she returns to him. She whispers in a soft voice, “Stay calm, papi. I won’t hurt you. After all, I’m what you’ve chosen to desire multiple times throughout the night.”

He was left speechless, processing her words, when suddenly he felt a surge of desire. She took him deeper into her mouth, while simultaneously pouring warm candle wax onto his unresponsive body. She enveloped him with her lips, her chest pressed against him, and placed a blindfold over his eyes. Despite his protests, she continued. Moments later, when he had lost all control, she savored every last bit of their shared pleasure. Exhausted, he asked, “Why did you do that?” She replied swiftly, “Because Tre, you’re mine and no one else can have you.” After giving him an experience he’d never forget, she quickly got up. She picked up a blade, traced it slowly across his torso, and then moved it to the left side of his heart, piercing his skin.

The Dream: Awake

“Are you a newcomer?” she inquires, to which he responds in a gruff voice, “No, but may I ask you something? It’s a bit unusual to be out here after beach hours, especially dressed only in lingerie. What brings you out here so late?” The woman angles her head to partially conceal her face, responding in a voice that is both seductive and ominous, “I-I was just strolling and decided to take a swim, given the tranquility of the beach and the absence of people.” He attempts to ask another question, but she silences him with a wave of her hand.

Suddenly, Trevonte realized he was still trapped in the dream. He groaned in pain, bewildered by her actions and trembling intensely. He let out another cry before she delved deeper into his psyche, causing his eyes to roll back. Startled awake by fear, Trevonte questioned the reality of the dream, still puzzled as to why the woman was present on the beach. He thought to himself, “What on earth is happening?” Haunted by the terrifying nightmare, he couldn’t shake off the dread. Crissy glanced at him briefly, then her gaze fell to his boxers. She tugged at them swiftly before he could react and flee for his life. “You know you can’t stray too far from me,” she declared.

Trevonte was aware that this girl had harbored feelings for him for some time. Breaking the silence, she stood before him in black lingerie and made a startling revelation. “I’m Ashley’s twin sister, the one she kept hidden, the one she neglected, the one she sacrificed her marriage for, hoping you might give me a chance,” she declared. Trevonte stared at her in confusion, wondering why she was so fixated on him, much like the bewilderment you might feel reading this intense tale. Crissy gave him a look that suggested she might consume him right there on the beach. Instead, she brandished her blade, pointed it at his lower body, and then looked back at him. “Walk, and don’t doubt for a second that I won’t stab you,” she warned. Complying with her command, Trevonte began the walk back to his house.

Crissy extended a length of rope, instructing him to enter the house and sit in the chair near his bedpost. She took the rope, cut it, and used it to bind his hands and feet. Then she picked up the dagger, tracing it down to the outline of his lower body. “Now, how should I proceed?” she mused. His heart pounded as he began to plead, “Crissy, you don’t have to do this.” Crissy turned her back to him as he begged for his life. She moved to his dresser, searching for the photograph he had taken with Ashley some time ago. Discovering a rubber doll and oil in the drawer, she turned and laughed, “You naughty man, so you thought you could hide this from me?”

“And you had no idea that wasn’t Ashley,” she said, her voice filled with malevolence, as if she intended to frighten him to the point of wetting himself. “Bitc-h...” Trevonte began, but Crissy swiftly threw the knife at his mouth, severing his tongue. “Speak up, oh wait, you can’t, can you? Ha Ha Ha,” she taunted. She returned to him as blood poured from his mouth and he struggled for breath. Unable to speak or breathe properly, Trevonte sat there in stunned silence. Suddenly, his phone rang. It was Ashley. Receiving no response, Ashley began to panic, fearing her wicked twin sister had discovered Trevonte’s location. She quickly got into her car and sped towards his house.

Fortunately, Ashley was at home when her sister was discharged from the Mexican Mental Institute. Crissy was highly unstable and in a poor state of health. She had spent four years and six months at the institute before being released for good behavior. Crissy picked up Trevonte’s phone and redialed Ashley’s number. As she waited for Ashley to answer, she gave Trevonte a chilling grin. “Trevonte?” Ashley asked, unaware of who was on the other end. She got into her car and sped towards his house. “Ashley, my dear sister, you should come over for some fun,” Crissy suggested ominously.

“Oh, and by the way, Tre will be waiting with his heart on his sleeve,” Crissy added, her voice taking on a disturbingly twisted tone. Ashley accelerated, weaving through oncoming traffic to reach Trevonte’s house. She pulled up and parked her car, leaving the keys in the ignition. Panting, she sprinted to Tre’s door, noticing a single light on and a figure standing by the window in the dining area. Upon reaching his porch, Ashley pounded on the door with her clenched fist, crying hysterically and praying that Tre was okay, but deep down, she knew he wasn’t. Crissy swung the door open for Ashley, “Look what the cat drove in,” she laughed, pointing a gun at Ashley. Entering the house, Ashley rushed to Trevonte, “Tre, baby, wake up, please, TRE!!!” Ashley sobbed as she tried to get him to respond. Lifting his head, she saw blood dripping from his chest and turned back to Crissy, looking at her as if she had gone mad. “CRISSY, WHAT THE HELL DID YOU DO AND WHY???!!!” Ashley screamed at her, while Crissy approached her, laughing as if she had done her a favor.