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Sidonie Spice Id always had trouble sleeping. It wasnt insomnia in the strictest sense it wasnt that I couldnt sleep. I just wouldnt let myself. The fear of what would happen when it inevitably happened was crippling. Stupid, right? Id dose myself up on coffee, caffeine pills and god knows what else, just to avoid going to sleep. Was I abused as a child, taken advantage of in my sleep? No at least, not that I could remember. Maybe it was some preternatural sense warning me that one day, he would come to claim me. And then he did. I admitted defeat at six a.m. on a Saturday morning, after a wild night out partying with friends. Id been awake for thirty-eight hours solid, and not even caffeine could save me from the black, yawning jaws of drowsiness by that point. I didnt usually remember my dreams my brain was so desperate for the rest that it just blanked out any of the subconscious activity. That morning, as I slept through the sunrise, the dream seeped into my awareness like a tingling mist.

He was there, and I recognised him instantly. Dark-haired, shirtless, lounging on my bed in tight blue jeans and nothing else. He looked up as I approached, one eyebrow rising as he appraised the deep blue bustier and panties I was wearing. The fishnet stockings and gothic platform stilettos were a nice touch, too. I didnt know it at the time, but I was dressed exactly the way he wanted me. And he did want me there was already a sizeable bulge in his jeans, and a bolt of lust shot down my spine, straight to my pussy. I clenched my thighs together, conscious of the juices that dampened my panties, hoping he couldnt smell my desire. You. It was all I could say. Hello, Jezebel. His voice was pure sex: smooth like melted chocolate, but with a husky undercurrent that made me instantly wonder what hed sound like in the throes of passion. My name is Jessica, I whispered, helplessly drawn to the bed. Jess. His lips curved slightly. Thats what youve been led to believe. I scowled, trying to think past my desire to crawl onto the bed, straddle his waist and let him have his wicked way with me. I know my own name. Jess sounds a lot like Jez, dont you think? He beckoned to me, and I held onto the bedpost, hoping it was enough to stop me from tumbling into his arms. My name is Jess, I repeated, and my knees went weak as he flashed a full-on smile striking and perfect, with just a hint of an edge. Predator. The word shot through my mind even as I sat on the edge of the bed, and I wrapped my arms around myself protectively. Jess, then. Im Mathias. Of course he is. It seemed silly that I didnt already know. After all, Id been trying to escape this moment for years, without even realising what I was running from. What do you want from me? I whispered, my eyes travelling down his toned chest, his defined abs, the hint of a happy trail that disappeared beneath the waistband of his jeans and the hard cock that those jeans concealed. Isnt it obvious? He leaned forward, toyed with one of the white-blonde dreadlocks in my hair. I didnt have them in real life my hair was electric blue at the moment, and I hadnt had dreadlocks in for months.

Although he was only touching my hair, a ripple of animal want made my pussy tighten. I shifted against the bed, indulging it for a second before I realised I shouldnt. I should have stood up, should have walked away. Out of the dream. Away from Mathias. I didnt. He kissed my neck and I tilted my head, allowing him better access with a sigh of longing. Why have you chosen me? Mathias slid a hand over my corset-covered stomach, then upwards over my breast. Because youre beautiful He traced his finger over my pushed-up breasts, down into the deep cleavage between them. I moaned softly, crossing my stocking-clad legs to prevent him from getting any ideas or was that to press my thighs tighter together, to try to get a little stimulation on my own terms? There are hotter girls than me out there. Youll have to do better than that. He placed his fingers against my jaw, turned my head towards him, and I swayed towards him. He smelled so good, so earthy and masculine, that I caught my breath. You intrigue me. The way you think is unique. We are a good match. His eyes were on my lips, now that breathless moment of inevitability just before a kiss. With monumental strength of will, I looked away. How about you let me decide whether or not I wanna be with y Youve already decided, he cut across me, a little impatiently, and my fear surged again to combat my desire. I can feel the heat pounding through your cunt, Jezebel. Youre just delaying the inevitable. Even the way he said cunt was sexy, and he was telling the truth. I was so turned on it was almost too much an itch I just had to scratch. Why? I whispered one more time, trembling. Because I can feel the dark desire writhing inside you. Because I will have you in the end, and we both know it. Why not just skip to the pleasure you know I can give you? He was so sure of himself, so territorial I wanted to turn and throw myself at him, to clutch his shoulders as he drew me horizontal, to grind my clit against that bulge in his pants and order him to fuck me.

Primal fright clamoured for my attention; there was a hunger in his gaze that was about so much more than sex. And after youve taken what you want, youll kill me. Mathias laughed, genuine surprise undercutting his amusement. Youre wrong, Jezebel. I much prefer you alive warm and vibrant and sensual. And marked as mine. I didnt know what he meant, but he slid his hand up my thigh, toyed with the garter of my stocking, and all coherent thought fled my mind. Let me fuck you, Jezebel. Be the naughty girl I know you are. I swallowed hard as my desire and fear duelled, each holding the other at a stalemate. Or what? I whispered. Or I come back next time you sleep and ask you again. I have eternity to fill, and you are my choice. My nipples ached beneath the corset. My cunt was saturated, desperate for his cock, his fingers, his tongue At the thought of him between my legs, I gasped for breath, teetering on the brink of orgasm. Mathias pressed his lips to mine, and I came in fierce, crashing waves, unable to kiss back, my back arching and my breath escaping in sharp cries of ecstasy. He drew away as I weakened, standing up and looking down at me. I moaned and curled into a shaking ball, satisfied and yet yearning for so much more. Until tomorrow, then, he said softly, and as he turned away the dream faded, and I struggled upright in bed with a gasp. It was the same room, only deprived of his intoxicating presence. The deep, tingling ache of my satisfied pussy was fading slowly. I was covered with sweat, and as I kicked off the covers and stumbled over to the window, I realised my inner thighs were sticky with my arousal. I drew the curtains to let in the afternoon sunlight, comforted by its rays on me. Id slept through most of the day, but I was used to that when I denied myself sleep the way I did, the deficit caught up with me eventually. It was the dream that bothered me. I never had dreams that intense, that vivid, that real. It wasnt real, I muttered to myself, and headed for the shower, needing to wash away the evidence of my lustful subconscious. ****

Jezebel, hed called me. Part of me had thrilled at the implication that I was a slut, a whore, using my sexuality for my benefit, bending men to my will. I didnt know where it came from, though I enjoyed sex, and had had a few one night stands as well as relationships, but I was hardly out working a corner every night. There were way sluttier girls than me, as well as more beautiful ones so why had this dream guy been so fixated on me? Maybe I just needed to get laid. That was easy enough. My friend Alex was always happy to offer a few extra benefits, and he knew how to push my buttons. We tried a relationship way back when, but it became clear to both of us that we made better friends with a little fun every now and then. Hey, Alex. His voice on the other end of the line was amused. I know that tone of voice. Your place or mine? I winced at the thought of fucking him in my room, where, in my dream, Mathias had lain in wait for me. Yours. What time? Whenever you want me, baby, he teased, and I headed for the door immediately after hanging up. Alex answered the door fresh from the shower, wearing only a towel and a cheeky smile. This should totally have a porn movie soundtrack. As soon as he shut the door behind me, I pulled the towel from around his waist, taking his cock in my hand and grinning as I felt him begin to harden immediately. I can always count on you to perform. He kissed me hungrily, his tongue warm and confident against mine, and cupped my breasts in his hands, stroking his thumbs across my taut nipples. No bra, Jess? Youre a naughty little minx tonight Be the naughty girl I know you are. Mathias words in my dream rang in my mind, bringing with them the instinctive desire and fear Id felt while I was asleep. I grabbed Alexs hand and tugged him down the hallway. Where do you want me, bad boy? Bedroom, sweet thing. He slapped my ass as I ran upstairs ahead of him, and I laughed, the unease from last night falling away again.

Am I sweet, or am I naughty? Make up your mind. I crossed the threshold of the bedroom, and had shimmied out of most of my clothing by the time Alex had closed the door. I take it back. He crossed the room just as my panties hit the floor, grabbed me by the waist and kept going, tugging me down to the bed with him. I purred as he leaned over me for another kiss and tugged at the metal bars that pierced each of my nipples, but he drew back too soon. Youre one hundred percent the naughtiest girl I have ever met. I arched my back as he turned his tongue to my breasts, flicking at the piercings. Wanna get me off? Alex grinned up at me. And they say its guys who are only after one thing. Lick my pussy, and youll be well rewarded. I pushed his head southward playfully, and he laughed against my navel, then shifted lower to do exactly that. I loved having a fuck-buddy who didnt mind waiting his turn. Alexs tongue was quick and devious, but as my pleasure mounted gradually, I couldnt help but compare it to my dream mans touch. That had been so much sharper, so much more immediate. Mathias hadnt gone anywhere near my pussy, and hed brought me off with a simple kiss. A shudder ran through me, and Alex raised his head, his lips glistening with my juices. Youre probably gonna hit me for stopping to ask you this, but are you okay? I nodded, pulled him up towards me and wrapped my legs around him. Alex kissed me, his cock hard and ready against my pussy, and I overturned him, straddling his hips and guiding him inside me, inch by solid, ridged inch. He groaned and bucked deeper, and I rose up a little, then took him in all the way with a sigh. Ready for the ride? Constantly. I pinched his nipples teasingly, then began to move, setting my own rhythm and coaxing him along with me. His cock had always been more than enough for me in the past, but today it just wasnt. Dont get me wrong. I still rode him until he grabbed my hips and pulled me down hard, spilling himself with a cry of pleasure. I even had the barest flutter of an orgasm at the rough treatment, but it was nothing compared to what I craved, and though I tried to hide it, Alex caught on pretty quickly.

That was the disadvantage of fucking one of the people who knew me best in the world, I guessed. As we lay together, cooling off and regaining our breath, he tugged a lock of my blue-black hair. Why do I get the feeling you were using me for something you didnt get? Huh? I tried to play it ignorant, but yeah, this was Alex I was talking to. He raised himself up on one elbow and gave me the look the one that said, dont even think about lying to me, Jessica, because you cant lie for shit. I sighed. Okay, okay. I had a stupid dream. Nightmare. Something. Alex frowned. I thought you said you dont dream when you let yourself sleep? Yeah, I know, but today I did. And it was a sex dream, but it was more real than the real world when I woke up. It was just weird. Understanding dawned on his face. So you wanted to prove that real sex was still better. And it wasnt. Or I wasn Trust me, it wasnt you. Any other guy in your shoes couldnt have gotten me anywhere near where you did today. I soothed his bruised ego with a kiss. I just need a few days to forget about it, I guess. Who was the dream about? He wasnt jealous we werent like that. It was purely his curiosity speaking. Even so, my mind shied away from the subject. I dont wanna talk about it. It wasnt all happy. Alex held me tightly, and I listened to the familiar beat of his heart, comforted. The fact that Id had a full days sleep didnt hurt, either. I could last another twenty-four hours, at least, before I had to face it again. **** I ploughed through as much work as I could while I was still fresh, labouring throughout Saturday night. I was self-employed with my strange sleeping habits, I had to be. I customised dolls re-rooted and styled the hair, re-painted the faces, put together outfits to make the doll resemble whichever celebrity the customer wanted. And yeah, they were nearly always TV or movie character dolls say what you want about fangirls, but they have a hell of a lot of dedication. At dawn, I could feel weariness closing in, and I finished dressing a doll in an outfit Id put together, with reference to a screen-grab taken from the True Blood TV

show. Sookie Stackhouse was looking great at least, from the neck down. She didnt have a head yet. I was still working on it. The sun was coming over the horizon as I stepped outside, trying to clear my head with some fresh air. I only had a few more hours until Id need to start mainlining caffeine again, and I wasnt relishing it. Fresh air wasnt the answer to my fatigue, it seemed. By the time Id walked down to the local park and back, I was grainy-eyed and yawning. This wasnt normal. I walked back into my bedroom with a longing, fearful glance at the bed. If I lay down, I would sleep, so I had to avoid that. Instead, I pulled my uncomfortable desk chair out from my computer desk, popped a caffeine pill and sat down to answer a few emails, Why not just sleep? The voice in my head sounded uncomfortably like Mathias, and was accompanied by another wave of drowsiness. No, damn it, I said aloud. Maybe I didnt have enough water in my stomach to dissolve the caffeine pill. I took a long drink from my water bottle, turned on the fan on the desk so it blew cold air in my face, and turned my music up loud. These were all tricks Id learned to combat exhaustion over the years, but none of it was working, damn it! Dont fight me, Jezebel. Great. Now I was hallucinating. And like it or not and trust me, I really didnt I was almost asleep in my chair. If I fell asleep there, Id wake up with stiff joints and probably a huge bruise where my head hit the desk. Id learned it the hard way once I got into this state, it was a sleep-or-riskinjury situation. As I accepted that I had to rest and stood up, a wild surge of terror coursed through me, setting my pulse racing and adrenaline surging. I backed up against the wall, struggling to breathe through the panic. This was ridiculous. What was I afraid of? A guy in a dream who could give me intense sexual gratification? A million and one women would be lining up to take that particular situation away from me. I only knew that deep down, something wasnt right. You have nothing to fear. Get out of my head! I yelled into the empty room, and then slumped to the ground, anxiety and sleepiness whirling and waltzing through my mind, blurring into one dull, inevitable feeling of dread.

Come to me. The voice was insistent, hypnotic, and I couldnt resist. I felt barely in control of my own limbs, but I crawled across the floor to the bed, levered myself up onto the mattress and lay down. I was warm, safe get up, run, go! and nothing could hurt me here. I slept, and somewhere inside me, my instinct for self-preservation curled up into a ball and wept. **** There you are. In the dream, I was alert and clear-headed more than I ever was in real life, these days. It was refreshing, and it made me want to linger here. I turned over on the bed and found Mathias leaning against the wall, by the window. Our eyes met, and instantly a surge of dizzy desire ran through my body. When I saw he was already aroused, my breath faltered and trembled. Youve been calling me. I sat up, drew my legs up to my chest and then realised I was only wearing a corset, panties, stockings and heels the same outfit as last time. The way I was sitting, I was probably flashing my barely-covered pussy at him. I hurriedly sat on my heels, instead, hoping I wasnt blushing. Youve been avoiding me. I was lonely without you. Mathias pushed off the wall, walked towards the bed. And you dont need to be embarrassed around me. I already know you have a hot little cunt. I trembled at the dirty talk, bowing my head so I wouldnt have to look at him. Why cant you leave me alone? He sat on the edge of the mattress, sighing. Why do you want me to? I know you went to visit your boy-toy today. I know he couldnt give you what I can. And I know you want more. I glared up into his face. Leave Alex out of this. You dont know him, and you dont know me. I know you. Mathias smiled, and the knot of ice in my chest began to thaw. He didnt seem as scary today as he had last night. Maybe I was beginning to face my fear. I was pretty sure that when people talked about sex therapy, this wasnt what they meant.

My mind filled with images: Mathias kissing me, Mathias with his face buried between my legs, Mathias pinning me to the bed as he fucked me... My cunt gushed, and I watched him as his eyes appreciatively roamed over my body. He was so hot, and I wanted everything Id just imagined, and more. There was something niggling at the back of my mind, something Id forgotten, but I decided it didnt matter. Come here, he said softly, and I shifted over to his side, mesmerised by the way the muscles in his arms and chest moved as he reached for me. Kiss me. I did, leaning in and pressing my lips tentatively against his. There was no spontaneous orgasm this time though I suspected he could give me one of those just by willing it but he kissed back, his lips warm and inviting, his tongue darting out to taste mine. I couldnt get enough. Before I knew it, Id climbed into his lap. Mathias tightened his arms around me and pulled me close, and I let my head fall back as he kissed and nipped his way down my throat. His lips sent tiny sparks racing across my skin. Oh, god, how do you do that? He didnt answer. Instead, he ran his hands down the front of my corset, and it vaporised, leaving me naked from the waist up. I gasped, momentarily shocked, but quickly decided not to worry about it when he sucked one of my nipples into his mouth and toyed with the bar piercing with his tongue. My underwear was soaked, and I ground my clit against his cock, moaning at the surge of need that pulsed through me. Please He released my nipple with a final tug of his teeth against the piercing, and cupped my cheek in his hand. What do you need from me, Jezebel? Everything, I whispered. Somewhere at the back of my senses, I thought I heard his laughter, but he was looking at me with such intensity that I must have imagined it. Slowly, he gave me that gorgeous smile again, and I returned it without stopping to think. I can make you come whenever you want it, he told me. Just ask. The temptation was strong, but I wanted to hold on, to experience more of this unbelievable desire. Touch me.

Mathias trailed his fingers down my abdomen, over my panties, and two fingers found my clit with no difficulty. My thighs shook on either side of his waist, and I clutched his shoulders to avoid falling backwards. Mmmm no, touch me He smirked, and my panties vaporised the same way my corset had. He coated his fingers in the slickness seeping from my pussy with a growl of discovery. You really are a naughty little whore, arent you? He rubbed the moisture over my clit, and I pressed my face against his neck with a gasp. He felt so good, so damn good, and fuck, when he drove his fingers inside me I almost lost it Ride my fingers, little slut, and I might just fuck you with my cock later. His voice was a low growl, and I couldnt help but obey, my hips swaying in an instinctive, irresistible rhythm. Every time I pushed down onto his fingers, he sought my sweet spot, and soon I was trembling with exertion and frustration, hot and desperate and needing to come so very, very badly Beg, he ordered, and I did, without hesitation, pleading for release in between breathless moans as he fingered me fast and hard, his thumb brushing my clit with every thrust. I was almost sobbing by the time he relented, and I cried out over and over again as my cunt clenched in delicious waves against his fingers. It lasted far longer than any other orgasm Id had, and by the time it ebbed I was half-dazed, clinging to Mathias and gasping for air. My beautiful little Jezebel, he murmured, lowering me to the bed. I stretched my limbs to the four corners, loving the sensation of the soft sheets beneath me. Mathias gazed down at me hungrily, and I reached out a hand to his erect cock, rubbing him through his jeans. He closed his eyes, and my lust began to build again as he surrendered to my touch. I whispered his name, and he looked down at me again. Lose the jeans. With a soft laugh, he did whatever he did to make his clothing disappear. It was a hell of a lot easier than undressing him, and under my hand, his cock twitched and swelled from hard to hardest. It was thick, circumcised, slightly curved and just long enough to have me screaming for him all night. Fuck me, I whispered, my pussy already rippling with need. Oh, god, I want you to fuck me so hard

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About the Author Sidonie Spice is sex obsessed, and not afraid to admit it. Kinky, sizzling smut is her forte, and she hopes to make her readers writhe with desire. Shes British, but its not stiff upper lips shes interested in if you get her drift. ;) Her mind is a never-ending source of sexy goodness, but until she opens her mouth (or her laptop) shes heard it said that she looks like the sweetest, most innocent girl in the world. Needless to say, she takes every opportunity to revise peoples first impressions of her. Has she convinced you yet?

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