When Fantasy Came Knocking – Part 2

Hello again!

I thought it would be best if I didn’t start wandering off in my thoughts again and instead we get straight to the point with Part 2 of “When Fantasy Came Knocking.” If you stumbled in right here, you might want to read the first part before continuing:

When Fantasy Came Knocking – Part 1

And now, with no further ado…

The dream continues. 😉

I stood up slowly. Perhaps acting just a little like the devil I was feeling inside, I walked towards Peter. For a moment, he looked almost scared. Or perhaps completely overwhelmed. I stopped in front of him and looked directly into his eyes.

“Do you want this?”

For once, there was absolutely no mumbling.

“Yes.”

That was all I needed.

“Turn your chair towards me.”

After what felt like ages, he turned himself and the chair towards me. He nervously glanced at Willie. Willie remained completely calm, smiling and giving him another gentle nod that could really only be translated as: “If you want to discover where this goes, you should probably do what she says.” I placed my hands on Peter’s shoulders and moved closer. For a moment, I simply took him in. The smell of him. The nervousness. The youthful energy.

And, admittedly, a slightly too strong hint of some cheap perfume. 😉

He didn’t move. His hands remained exactly where they were. I leaned closer and whispered:

“See and feel… but no touching. Okay?”

This time I heard the answer.

“Okay.”

That became my starting gun.

I moved my face towards his and kissed him. At first, he answered a little clumsily, but after a few seconds I could feel us beginning to find the same rhythm. His hands still didn’t move. He was truly behaving. Mine, on the other hand… Were considerably less well behaved. 😉 The warmth of the kiss and the tension between us made me increasingly eager.

I wanted to taste.
I wanted to feel.
And I wanted to give.

His breathing became heavier between the kisses, and I could see his arms twitch occasionally, almost as though they were fighting against his own decision not to touch me. Eventually I stopped kissing him and stood up. His eyes followed me everywhere. Not really focusing on one place at a time – it was more like being studied in detail all over at once. It’s difficult to describe.

I took a deep breath and tried to regain at least SOME calmness. Then I started removing the barriers between the fantasy and me. I wanted to do it slowly.

Sensually.
Like in a movie.

I failed completely. 😉 I was far too excited. Whether it took thirty minutes or five seconds, I honestly couldn’t tell you. Dream time apparently has no respect whatsoever for clocks. But eventually there I was.

And judging by the expression on Peter’s face, the fantasy he had admitted to having was suddenly becoming considerably more real. I glanced over at Hubby.

He was ready too.

And suddenly I became very aware of what was happening.

Three people. One room. One fantasy that had lived inside my head for so long. And apparently… no brakes whatsoever.

The tension in the room felt so charged that a single match could have set off an explosion. But before anything else happened, I wanted one more answer. I looked into Peter’s eyes.

“Are you ready to have your fantasies come true?”

At that point, so many things happened at once. My eagerness and excitement had removed any traces of the slow and careful Angelina, so I just opened my mouth and bent my head down to take the entire flagpole in at once. When the tip reached the back of my throat, it proved too much for Peter and he exploded with such force that traces of him came out of my nose.

At that exact moment, Willie entered me with firm force and steadiness, and he was, just like Peter, ready to deliver everything he had inside me. All of this became too much for me – the warmth, the taste, the feeling. Wave after wave hit me as I was locked in a position I had only ever dreamed and fantasized about.

– – – END DREAM – – –

I opened my eyes.

No Peter.
No threesome.
No confused young man sitting at our dining table.

Just me, Hubby and the real world again. Did the dream bring me any closer to actually wanting a threesome? Honestly? I don’t know.

What it DID give me was a very entertaining story to tell Hubby that morning. And judging by his reaction, my sleeping brain had apparently written something he enjoyed very much too. 😉 Let’s just say that our morning became considerably more interesting after I told him the whole story.

So perhaps the dream didn’t move Reality forward at all. But Fantasy? Oh, Fantasy definitely earned its kisses.

Conclusion

So, dear reader…

I still haven’t reached the final destination in my Fantasy vs. Reality journey. Reality hasn’t moved very much. But Fantasy apparently got tired of waiting for me to make up my mind and decided to continue the experiment while I was sleeping. 😉

I still have boundaries to explore, questions to ask myself and probably a few more surprises hiding somewhere inside my head. Will there ever be a final answer?

I honestly don’t know.

But I am beginning to suspect that finding the answer might not actually be the most interesting part. The journey is.

Until next time…

Kisses! 💋

Love you all ❤️
Angelina