Dream's Desire

This is just a short story a friend asked me to write for him. I don\'t know much about the fetish world, and I couldn\'t find a lot of material on this particular fetish. He says it matched what he was looking for, so I thought I\'d share it with all of you too. Enjoy!

Requiem, a club for the dead and damned of this world, sits as an oasis from a reality that disavows any knowledge of the supernatural. We come here in masses to enjoy what we normally do in privacy, but here, we make it a spectacle. Vampires huddle in dark corners, seducing onlookers with their beautiful faces and deadly charms. Fairies dance in cages, men and demons alike distracted as their fantasies move erotically in front of them. Shape shifters stalk the grounds and dance floor, providing a sense of security for both the human and supernatural patrons. No one gets in without an invitation, and the only way to get an invitation was from the sorceress who was the proprietor of this establishment.

She was my sole purpose for attending this night. The woman with hair like flames was only a human, but she was a powerful sorceress who controlled the basic elements of nature. I had requested one of her VIP rooms, a specialty of hers. Each was designed and spelled with an element in mind; air, fire, wind, earth, and metal. As a second-level demon, I preferred the one that reminded me of home, the room of fire. Walls literally engulfed in flames surrounded plush crimson carpet. In the center of the room sat one black table, and two blood red loveseats, all of which were facing the dance floor. I placed my hand against the wall, heatless flames crawled over my flesh, leaving a tingling sensation. I took a seat and stared out through the smoky one-way glass wall.

My invitation also included a note requesting her presence in my suite, and sent a gift along as well. She had haunted my dreams for the last time. Every night I saw her clinging to my body, screaming my name in climax as her long legs wrapped tighter around my waist. We never managed to take her shoes off, so I hoped my gift was appropriate. I saw her approaching from across the floor, a drink tray in her hand. Waving her hand along the glass, she chanted two words, and the glass moved to the side to allow her entry. “Good evening, Mr. Black. You needed to see me?” she cooed with her deep voice, setting the tray on the table.

She stood before me now as I had always wished in my dreams. She was wrapped in a sleeveless black silk china doll dress, gold thread piped through the fabric, accentuating her curves. The dress inched down into two side slits, each beginning at her hip, the pieces of fabric long enough to grace the tops of her feet. The slits revealed the long legs of my dreams, lengthened only by the gift I had provided her. My eyes and her feet were treated to sexy black snakeskin Blahniks, topped off with a slender ankle strap. The five-inch heel only extended the length of her gorgeous legs. I had to close my eyes and take a breath, she was just too stunning and I couldn’t control my actions in her presence. “Are you all right, Mr. Black?”

I opened my eyes to find her in front of me, her lavender eyes peering into mine. I could smell her hair as it drifted in my face. I inhaled her scents of jasmine and lily, and immediately became aroused. I nodded to her, then patted the seat next to me. She sat down, crossing her legs to hide any illusions I may have had about the dress. Her foot grazed my leg, and I had to close my eyes again as another wave of desire racked my body. I reached for a glass of red wine, hopefully taking any attention away from my arousal. “What level are you?” she asked, taking the drink I offered.

“Second-level, in charge of the flight corps,” I stated. “How did you know?”

“I can see it in your eyes. You may appear to be human, but your red-rimmed eyes tell me you were actually born from the flames. It must be why you selected this room,” she said, a hint of laughter in her last statement. “So Mr. Black, what business do you have with me tonight?”

“Just you,” I said.

She coughed on the drink she had just swallowed. “Pardon me?” she asked, reaching forward to place the wine glass back on the table. I smiled as the movement caused the foot to rub against my leg again. Then she put her feet down, and stood as if to leave. “I’m sorry, but I think you must be mistaken.”

I reached up and grabbed her hand, pulling her down into my lap. Her dress pooled in my lap, showing me all of her legs. “I see you got my gift.”

She stopped struggling momentarily. “So that’s what this is? You give me a gift, and you want something in return?”

I quickly quieted her protests, pulling her face to mine and captured her lips. Her firm body released its tension, and she opened her mouth to mine. She tasted so good, cool like peppermint. She must have had a piece of candy before she came here. I moved my fingers into her waist-length hair, prompting her to push her tongue past my lips. Unconsciously her body was moving against mine to the beat of the music, causing my arousal to resurface. She pulled away from our kiss, and smiled. She scooted around in my lap, twisting so her back was to me. She moved her hair to the side to reveal her zipper. “Would you do the honors? I would hate for this dress to get wrinkled so early in the evening,” she cooed.

I pulled on the zipper, slowly revealing more of her flesh. At the bottom, I caught sight of markings, one tattoo of the sun and one of the Moon. I paused, stroking them with my thumb. “All of nature is at the beck and call of the solar and lunar forces. They infuse me with a power to help control the elements,” she said, standing up. She turned to face me again, one hand on her shoulder, sliding the dress away. Her top half came into view, breasts awake, stomach tight. She bent forward to slide the dress over her hips, and to the floor, revealing that she truly wore nothing underneath. She placed on foot on the loveseat, and started to undo the strap of her shoe, but I placed my hand over hers, and shook my head. She smiled again, and put her foot back on the floor. I stood up to face her again, and motioned for her to lie down. Once she was comfortable, she let one leg hang off the edge, swinging it tauntingly.

I got to my knees and took her ankle in my hand. Pulling it to my lips, I started to kiss my way around her foot. The smell of the shoe itself was intoxicating, and it prodded me to kiss down her leg. Small noises emitted from her lips, a moan here, a giggle there. I draped her leg over my shoulder as my lips moved along her inner thighs. I could smell her desire, her arousal more apparent with every breath. I moved my lips around the junction of her torso and hip, licking the tender skin. I heard her breath catch as I made my way slowly to her center. She was ready for me. I watched her face as I buried my mouth against her, licking her bud to illicit the scream I had waited all night to hear. Her other leg wrapped itself around my shoulder, pulling me forward. I sucked harder on her bud, and slipped one finger inside. Her back arched, and her head came forward, mouth open and moaning my name.

With one final suck, I pulled away, much to her chagrin. I climbed the couch, and took her lips again, giving her the sweet taste of her own juices. Her hands were pulling at my belt, frantically trying to get it open. I pulled away to remove my belt. When I started on the button of my pants, she stopped me with her hand. She grabbed my shirt and jerked me back to her lips, licking away the remaining juices while unbuttoning my pants. Using the heels of her shoes, she slowly slid my pants down, revealing my protruding arousal. She smiled against my lips. “I like a man that comes prepared,” she whispered, noticing that I had also neglected to wear undergarments.

I moved back, and pulled both of her legs to my shoulders, the smell of the shoes still invading my senses. I plunged forward into her, her chest pushing forward from the force. Her hands worked their way up my shirt, walking along the muscles of my stomach as I pushed deeper again. I pumped harder, the angle of her legs allowing for a deeper penetration. She reached around to my buttocks, nails digging in to pull me closer, deeper into her passage. Her head rolled back, and she moaned my name again. The flames on the walls began to flicker, heat emanating from her loss of control. The harder I pumped, the more frustrated the flames became.

I moved to stand on one leg, the other propped on the loveseat. I dislodged her legs from my shoulders, and she wrapped them around my waist, pulling me into her again. I grabbed her hips for balance, this new angle giving me full access to her barriers. Her hair hung loose over the armrest, swinging with the motion of our bodies. The snakeskin rubbed against my back, chaffing me, but the sensation helped to bring me closer to climax. Her body started to jerk, her hand grabbing mine, something to help anchor her to this world as her climax roared through her body. She tightened her legs around me, and with two more pumps, I had to throw my head back from the fierceness of my own climax.

She released her hold on me, and lied back, trying to catch her breath. I wiped the sweat from my forehead, watching as the flamed wall returned to normal. I pulled my pants up as she stood on her shaky legs. Her naked body leaned against me, stealing another kiss before she moved away. I watched as she picked up the dress, and slid each leg into the smooth fabric. I was almost jealous of the dress, the way it clung to her body, gripping to all of her beautiful curves. She turned to look at me, and smiled when she noticed I couldn’t peel my eyes away. “I hate to ask, but may I borrow your services again?”

I paled for a moment, “I don’t think I have a second round in me!”

She laughed again. Moving her hair to one side, I realized she meant the zipper. Little by little, I crept the zipper up her back, the small tattoos disappearing from sight. I let my hands roam down her back, feeling the silk as it held tight to her hips. I slipped my hands through the slits, and felt our mingled juices sliding down the insides of her legs. She reached up to snake an arm around my neck, but instead, I took that arm and used it to turn her around. I stole her lips for one last time, not knowing if I would ever have this pleasure again. Her tongue merged with mine, as the flamed wall was flickering again.

I let her go, and she walked to the table, picking up the drink tray. Her hips swayed with every step, the heels working their magic. “I never thanked you for making my dream come true,” she said, making her way to the exit.

I shook my head, “Wait, what?” Her dream?

She bent forward to adjust the strap of her right shoe. “I’m sorry, I meant to say our dream,” she said, winking at me. She smiled seductively when she saw my expression of surprise. “I’ll think of something a little more exotic for next week. Would you like to book a different room?”

I couldn’t say a word, just nodded my head in compliance, realizing I had been set up this whole time. Repeating the entry chant, the door opened and the pulsating music filled the room. “I think we need a nice pair of thigh-high boots for next week,” she said, and left the room. I sat down on the loveseat before my legs gave out. This woman was going to break something, and I couldn’t determine if it was my body or my wallet. But watching her walk away, the way those heels made her walk that much more sensuous, I knew it would all be worth it.