WARNING: Slightly Saucy, But Safe-For-Work Post.
This is a repost of my entry for 17th Feb 2005 back on my old blog, by request of the lovely Sheryl. If you saw it back then, I hope you enjoy it again.
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The following is a dream I had a few nights ago, sweetened with a light dusting of fiction over the top. The main character [apart from me] is a blog friend, but her name has been changed, and [hopefully] only she will understand why I've named her as I have.
[This is also what happens if you forget to turn your mp3 player off before you fall asleep.]
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Darkness. I know I'm standing up, but there's nothing else to sense. Just… what's that noise in the distance? A flute? And there's something in the distance rushing towards me… I can't make it out…
Whatever it is, it's zoomed by at light speed. And now back again! It's darting about all over the place! Hold on!
It's Caitlin. But it's also the Firebird!
She's dancing for me: up on her toes, pirouetting a circle around me. Her ballet slippers are glowing red hot – even the strings tying them to her calves are giving off heat -
- and just as suddenly, she's zoomed off again into infinity. Caitlin! Come back!
The lights go on. I am in a dance hall; there's mirrors on every wall, and a piano in the corner. The Firebird stands next to it, gracefully beckoning me over. But as I approach, she's off again: dancing her away around me, escaping my grip. One way or another, I'll catch her…
…Dammit! She's just too bloody fast – stand still!
And now she's coming towards me… and about to do a leap! She springs up from the floor and…
CRASH! This Firebird is no featherweight ballerina!
She's now laying on top of me on the floor. She springs herself back up to standing, and she's on tiptoes above me. Her weight has gone – she's on my chest, but I'm not in pain; just the heat from her ballet slippers. My gaze is going up her white tights, up underneath the red tutu…
…up to where her tights are split in the middle, revealing another fiery side to this bird…
She dances down my body: I can feel the heat further down now. Her feet are dancing around my cock, coaxing it into life. Lightly and delicately, they move all around, teasing and tickling.
I see that her vadge is now glowing as warm as the shoes. The lights in the room are darkening, so they seem like they are glowing even brighter.
My legs are open and the shoes are around my scrotum and perenium too. The feet have become less of a blur and more rhythmic as they pull skin up, down, and around.
I'm getting closer.
One moment they're wrapped around my cock; enveloping it and encasing it in the glowing heat; I feel her toes move around and stimulate my head. Another moment she has my cock standing up and is somehow levitating to pull it up and down.
Closer, closer. The red glow is now the only light I can see, softly illuminating her from waist down.
She slips my head into her slippers so it slides between them and her nyloned foot – and I can't take any more! I shoot into her slipper, soaking the tights and turning the red glow white where it stains.
The Firebird is finished with me now: she has other dances to do. The glow disappears into the distance as she flies away…
