~Winter Heat~ (Part 4)
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I was overcome with passion by these two women.  Tammy rose up and smiled at
me and kissed me tenderly.  I could feel Karen's lips on my neck and back and
her hands sliding over my chest.  Reaching out I embraced Tammy and hugged
her as she rested her head on my chest.  

We all sat down and let out a deep sigh.  The warmth of  them beside me and
the heat of the fire washed over me as if I was on beach in the middle of
summer day.   The accumulating snow outside was more of a memory than a
reality.  Then Karen spoke.

"I have a question for you" she said. 

"Ask"

"I was expecting to have to wake you up when I came over but you were awake.
Are you always up so early?" she asked.

"Well lately I have been, but it's something seemingly out of my control.  A
gripping dream that has been haunting me."

She probed further, "What is your dream about?"

I paused and looked down at the flames dancing through the glass of the
woodstove.  "It's a very vivid dream Karen.  It's my mind that won't let go."

I paused again.  Karen took my hand and held it compassionately.  I was
feeling the warmth of her fingertips tracing over the back of my hand when
she whispered "share it with us"

I looked at Tammy who was looking at me with those seemingly shy eyes of
hers,  as she pulled the comforter over all of us.  "Yes, tell us a about
your dream.  I'm always fascinated by the depth of the human mind"

Deciding I was safe to share this secret, I began telling them the details of
this haunting dream of mine.
  
--the dream--

The dream always begins the same way.  It is a sunny spring morning and I am
fishing on a lake.  The sky is deep azure blue. The air is crisp.  A loon's
lonely cry reverberates across the lake.  The lake surface is calm and in the
distance, beyond the clear reflection of the sky, the water shimmers.  

While I'm distracted by the peaceful serenity of the morning, the tip of my
pole begins to twitch.  It bangs against the side of the john boat and
rattles me a little.  As I reach for my rod the fish strikes hard, sending
the rod quickly over the side of the boat and into the deep black waters.  

Without thinking I lunge for the rod, lose my balance, and fall over the side
of the boat into the water.  I feel the cool water wrap around me and take me
deeper.  Unable to move my arms it pulls me deeper and deeper.  Darkness.
Ominous darkness.  A sense of foreboding as I feel helpless and unable to
move my arms or legs.  I drop deeper into the blackness.  Breathing is
impossible.  

Without warning I am bolted into a dimly lit room seated in a chair.  A
single door before me.  I raise my arms only to find my wrists bound to the
arms of the chair.  I notice I am totally naked.  A rope is tied around my
chest.  My feet are bound together.  

The door opens.  The silhouette of a woman is evident.  She is tall.  I
squint and see long flowing hair.  She walks one step into the room.  Her
eyes come into view in the dim light.  She regards me intently with a
penetrating look.  I see her deep sapphire eyes.   My heart drops gazing at
the full length of her body.  She is wearing a black leather bustier and
black stockings with leather bands at the top of the stockings.  Her firm
nipples are like darts.  The silver stiletto heels accentuate her height.
Her body is firm and exudes a presence of power, like an aura.

My penis is immediately erect.  She sees this and smiles.  She is gorgeous.
I begin to break into a cold sweat.  A lump forms in my throat and my mouth
goes dry as she approaches.  

She takes the back of her hand and brushes it along my cheek.  Instinctively
I kiss it.  She then shows me the wide ring in her hand, not unlike a rubber
washer.  Surprised at first,  I shudder as she stretches it around my swollen
cock and rolls it down until it tightly grips the base of my cock.  The
feeling is intense.  

She then climbs onto the chair, placing one knee on each of the arms.  I tilt
my head up and our eyes lock in a silent gaze.  Her lips meet mine and we
kiss softly.   Exquisitely.

Roughly she grabs my hair by the fist and pulls my lips to her waiting
breast.  I comply by suckling her breast, looking up at her as if to seek her
approval.  She cups the sides of her breasts.  As she looks down, I feel her
long dark hair draping around my head and shoulders.  She directs each nipple
into my mouth and works them around my tongue.

Satisfied with this pleasuring, she rises and turns around with her back to
me.  She turns her head to watch me as she brings her bottom closer to me.
Reaching between her legs she takes my cock into her hand and squeezes it
once.  Her bottom lowers to me.   The head of my penis touches her wet lips.
She sits down on my lap and forces my throbbing manhood into her sex.  

The rhythm begins as she strokes herself onto me.  Waves of passion overcome
me.  The ring around my manhood has made me harder than ever before.  I feel
the explosive energy building.  Her muscles begin to ripple and she moans.
Stroking her clitoris she forces herself down around me.  Stroking me over
and over.  Shaking under her spell.  I feel a flowing orgasm surging through
me.  She moans loudly.  

It is then that I realize I can see through her body.  It becomes
transparent.  I see the door beyond.  

"No!  Come back."  I yell.  But the scream is silent.  Her body fades.
Ghostlike. 

It is then that I wake up.  A cold sweat.  And the clock always says the same
thing.  Four o'clock.