Erotic Fiction

She beckons to me. She’s dressed in a velvet dress, soft and glimmering in the fading light. There is fog around us, but it seems to shy away from her body, keeping it’s distance, like a tamed, abused animal. She whispers my name, yet her lips do not move. She asks me to come with her and holds out her hand. I put my hand in hers and she leads me through the fog. We arrive at a gate, which melts away into the fog at her touch. I walk through the opening and look around. I see guard towers, and a pristine, white building, which towers over us like a monolithic monument to an unknown god of imprisonment.
I hesitate and she leads me onward, into a hidden door. I walk past the sterile, beige colored rooms, seeing people, wait, not people, our kind, being held captive. She begged me with her eyes, and seemed to express something of great importance. I couldn’t make out a word of it.
She finally led me to a room, in which a young boy, no more of twelve years old, was held down by straps and a metal cage went over his head. His aqua eyes filled with tears as a beautiful nurse injected him with a fluid via a syringe. I winced at it, and yet, stood there, my eyes fixed on the boy. His own eyes, perfect mirrors of mine, were overflowing, he cried out for help, and struggled against the restraints. He then laid back into the chair, seemingly in shock. A nurse came towards him and checked his pulse, his breath. His eyes turned to her, different now, cold, and he lunged towards her, baring his teeth like some predatory animal. He was then shocked back into submission by the wire helmet which was screwed to his head. He passed out. It was then that I pounded on the door “Wake up!” I yelled, my own eyes filling with tears. “Wake up, dammit, fight back! You can break the straps! You can slip out of them, just change!” I started crying, my futile pounding on the door becoming weak. “Get out of there. Escape it, dammit.” I looked at him once more, and his eyes stared blankly towards me. He mouthed “Help me.” And all faded to black.

I woke up and looked at the alarm clock near the head of the bed. It was only 3:30 in the morning. I looked beside me, and Loni stared back at me. “You were muttering in your sleep, it woke me up.” He stated quietly.
“Sorry.”
“Bad dream?”
“Dream?” I parrotted. My head was swimming, trying to decypher these ideas, these thoughts. I started sorting through them out loud. “A lady. The facility. Myself as a boy. I tried to wake him up, he wouldn’t get free.” Loni nodded, confused. “Al, it’s okay. You just had a dream is all.”
“He was strapped in, they shot him full of…”
“It was a dream. Just go back to sleep.” He muttered, rolling back over to face the wall. I looked at the dull glow of the alarm clock through the glass of water on my bedside table. Was it a dream? Or a strange, twisted memory? I couldn’t make heads or tails of it. A dream. If that is what dreams are like, I wished for no more.

I woke back up at the sound of my alarm, my head cleared of the dream, and only remembered waking up in the middle of the night, frustrated and sad. I got ready for work, while Loni talked to me about what he heard as rumor. John may have used his one phone call from jail, he was taken in by the Mad Mother operatives, for questioning. I shook my head. “John wouldn’t do that. He’s not that stupid.” I grinned a bit at the thought of it. Loni laughed “Well, that’s just the rumor.”
“What rumor mill do you listen to, anyway? I wouldn’t believe it unless it came from the person in question, regardless.”
“Yeah, well, my rumor mill is very trustworthy. Unlike that babblebox you watch every night and get information from.” Loni motioned to the television. I shook my head, a smile still lingering on my lips.
“I’ll be back home early today, unless Amelia needs me to stick around and talk.”
“Woo, you’ve got yourself a girlfriend. Don’t forget to clean up afterwards.” I punched his arm lightly, chuckling. “Don’t worry, I don’t think I’ll be killing this one, she’s different.”
“Yeah, I’ll believe it when I see it.” He said as I walked out the door.

I arrived at Amelia’s house at 9 am. She was busy pushing around some furniture on the large porch. I stepped out of my car and waved to her. She waved back and walked to greet me.
“You’re prompt, that’s cool.”
“It’s force of habit. So, what first?” I took off my suit jacket and tie when we entered the house. I rolled up my sleeves. She pointed to the living room. “This is far too chintzy.”
“I couldn’t agree more. It looks like a home fashions catalogue threw up in here. Have anything in mind?”
“Comfortable but not girlish. Lots of throw pillows, lots of weird shapes.”
“Ah, art deco. Light or dark?”
“What do you think?”
“Dark. Alright. That should be pretty easy. Cost effective, too.” I nodded, writing down a few notes. “You don’t need to get rid of this furniture, all you need is a few covers, a shitload of pillows… just leave it to me.”
“Alright. How about the kitchen?” She walked me to it. I looked around it. “Want to go for a full themed house or different themes?”
“Eh, whatever works best.” She shrugged. I nodded. “This is a fairly simple room to take care of. Different color walls, some decorations, maybe a paint job on the table and chairs. Easy stuff.”
“Alright.” She walked me through the house, up and down stairs, through corridors, and I wrote notes for what would be best for each room. We finally got to her bedroom. It was filled with piles of clothes and a king sized, victorian style canopy bed. I smiled “Well, this is lovely. I could not think of a more romantic room than this.”
“Yeah, the bedroom should be romantic and comfortable. So you think it’s good as it is?”
“Drop a few candles around the room, maybe a few vases of flowers, you’re set to have a veritable orgy of epic proportions.” I laughed. She smiled, holding back a laugh. She snorted and I laughed even harder. She giggled. “God, I hate it when I do that.” She bashfully admitted. I shook my head. “It’s charming, and anyway, I hear girls who snort are killer in bed.”
“Is that a come-on line?”
“I’m taken, just simply saying.”
“Damn,” she said, “I was hoping I would get to see those pecs again. And biceps.. and maybe get a peek of whats down there.” She put her hand on my thigh. I grinned lecherously, and the words which fell from my tounge surprised me.
“Nothing yet, but give it a couple minutes and maybe it’ll surprise you.” I took her hand from my thigh and placed it on my chest. “However, if I harm you, it’s not of my own doing.”
“You’ve got a deep dark secret, don’t you. One that you’ve hinted at.” She stepped closer, her body against mine. I could smell the perfume of her shampoo as I put my arm around her waist.
“You won’t hurt me badly, I trust you.” She ran her hand to the top button of my shirt. I ran my hand through her wavy amber hair, and whispered “You know my secrets, I can feel you inside my head, reading me like a book. I don’t know if I like it, but it’s a different feeling.”
“You won’t harm me, I have nothing but myself to give to you, and I want nothing in return.” She muttered as she unbuttoned my shirt slowly. I couldn’t help but wordlessly agree. She wasn’t a threat, and she wasn’t like the others. Her instincts led her away from me after exposing my chest, and to the satin-cloaked bed. I followed, discarding of my shirt on the floor. She smiled a bit, laying back, watching me as I walked towards her.
I leaned into her, one leg on the bed, one leg between hers, my hands exploring underneath her shirt. I unclasped her bra with one fluid movement of my hand, and in the next moment, she removed both, letting me see, as well as feel, the soft, milky white skin which I had craved to feel against mine since meeting her. She took ahold of my back, pulling me closer, kissing my shoulder, my neck, and nibbled at my ear. I muttered incoherently into her ear something I couldn’t quite comprehend myself saying. She then rolled herself on top of me, and from where I lay, my back on the bed, my eyes staring up at her form, I could see nothing but an angel. She traced a line down my chest, over the button of my slacks, and undressed me slowly, only taking a simple glance at what she was in for, before undressing herself. She layed back down beside me, and I kissed her deeply, my mouth pressing into hers gently. She let me explore every gentle curve, every delicate line, and every warm, inviting crevace with my hands and mouth. She was quiet, but expressive and active, exploring me as well, taking in every inch of my body with her eyes and sense of touch.
I couldn’t hold in my need for her any longer. I kissed her roughly, deeply, and pulled her on top of me, positioning her just above my cock. She took ahold of it, and in that flawless moment, I felt myself inside her, tight, moist, warm, inviting. I put one hand on her hip, caressing her opposite thigh with the other as she rode me, slowly, quietly, her only words were in her body languge, her face filled with rapture. I thrust up into her as she leaned down to kiss me, her hair falling like a fountain around us. I returned that kiss, my hands moving to her firm, lovely ass. I squeezed gently and brought my hands up her back to her shoulders, and I rolled on top, still in that embrace, in that kiss, inside her. I thrust deeply, slowly, then quickly, and she squirmed below me, letting out a slight moan of ecstacy. I felt her inner muscles tighten around me as a tepid rush of fluid came from her body, lubricating the shaft of my penis, making it only more pleasureable. I grinned, continuing my rhythm of slow, slow, fast, deeply penetrating her. I whispered into her ear, carressing her breast as I did, “You can be louder than that, you know. We won’t get caught, this isn’t your parent’s basement. She giggled at that, and murmered in delight. I smiled warmly, nuzzling my face into her neck, kissing, licking, biting it lightly. She arched into me, wrapping her legs around mine. I slid my hands down her sides, and to her legs, where I pushed them up to my hips, and drove futher, deeper. She moaned aloud, and actually hit notes with it. Musical, even in bed, I couldn’t help but smile about that, and groaned in key as well. We made a duet of ravishment, spending hours enjoying each other’s bodies, each other’s voices.

I laid under the covers of her bed next to her as she carressed my chest, and looped one long finger through my left nipple ring. “What’s the story with these?”
“They’re the souvineir of a night where I let go.”
“Let go of what?”
“The need for control.”
“Whoever did them, put them in crooked.”
“It was a spur of the moment thing. It wasn’t meant to be permanent. I just like them.” I shrugged a bit.
“For someone who’s so caught up in their own perfection, you certainly do like mutilating it. Peircings, and a tattoo.” She shook her head.
“They’re symbolic to me. I prefer it that way. They only add to my perfection, in my eyes.”
“I see. Well, they do something to make you more alluring.”
“Mm.. say, what time is it? I should probably call the office and let them know it’s going well.”
“It’s almost One. Do you need to use my phone?”
“No, I’ve got a cell.” I smiled. I kissed her forehead and got up, putting on my pants. I walked downstairs and picked up my cellphone, where I called the boss.
“Hey Winters. How’s it going over there?”
“Very well. She’s got some definite ideas as for what I should do for her. It will, however, take a couple weeks to get the things ordered and put in here. I’m figuring the cost will be in the 3rd price bracket.”
“Great! Keep up the good work, Winters. I’ll want you to take a camera with you next time, get some pictures of the before and after.”
“Photos? Good idea.” I smirked. “I’ll get those photos for sure.”
“Alright. Keep it up, Alexia. After this contract, I’ll be giving you a raise.”
“Wonderful. Goodbye.” I hung up. Pictures, he says. Well, the boss is never wrong.