The fever was high, he drifted in and out sleep. The line between reality and dream vanished and became all became one. He was moving through city streets, homes, offices; drifting effortlessly among the people. He could see each of them and all of them at the same time. When he focused on a person he could see into their mind; see their thoughts and fantasies. He could feel their pain and joy. As he slid past them he left a trace of love with them, helped soothe their souls. He was full of love, bursting with it.
As he was moving through a crowded street he saw Her standing alone checking her phone. She was quite unremarkable and he couldn’t understand why she had caught his attention, but the more he focused on her he realized he could not see into Her. He moved closer, only inches from Her. He could hear Her lightly breathing and see the fine wrinkles around Her eyes. He guessed she was around 50 years old, pretty but in a different kind of way. That’s when he realized she was shining. She had a shiny appearance when She turned in the light. He also realized he was unable to see into Her mind. She was a closed being, shining beautifully in the sun. As he was taking Her in, she abruptly turned and walked, right into him. Well, not into him but through him.
In the 3 seconds it took for Her to pass through him he saw Her in entirety. He felt all of her feelings, all the joy and pain, the sadness and regrets, the pride she carries the doubts she hides. He also found himself in the corridor of Her sexual fantasies.
It was lined with doors. Many , many doors. All sizes, shapes and descriptions. He found a tiny one, at eye level . Really just a sliding panel. He slid it open and peered in. The room is dark and empty except for the chair she is tied to sitting under the bulb in the middle of the room. She is naked, hand and feet tied to chair. Her breasts are bound and bulging. She has clamps on her nipples. There is a fine sheen of sweat on her body. Her hair is soaked with sweat and her makeup has run down her cheeks. He sees a vibrator taped to her inner thigh and can hear it running. Closing that panel he moves to the next door.
It’s large and ornate. Beautiful carved motifs of a women in poses of relaxation. He pushes on the large door and hears loud giggling and moaning. In the middle of the room She stands, but she is giant. She stands probably 12-14 feet tall and she is naked with beautiful golden skin and hair. Her breasts are full and firm with nipples large enough to fill his mouth completely. She is wearing a beautifully crafted strap harness that has beads and bells hung from it , so there is music when she moves. Her cock is the size of his leg it seems. There is a line of young men to her left, all nude and all fully erect at the sight of her. She calls them to her one by one and is somehow able to penetrate these men with her huge cock. They moan loudly with the pleasure of it. She starts slow and easy but soon she takes hold of them and fucks them until they are speechless and cum runs out their limp dicks. She peels them off her cock and throws them in a pile. Every other one or so, she lifts the man by his head and he shrinks small enough she is able to drop him down her throat whole. Each time she does this, the glow from her body increases.
Moving across the hall he opens a nice mahogany door. He steps onto the marble flooring and hears lots of mumbling and laughter, conversations and music. It’s a party. He moves further in and sees her. She is nude and hogtied, laying on a table in the center of the room. She is hooded, unable to see but can hear everything. She is secured to table at her waist. There are empty drink glasses and full ashtrays all around her. It looks like someone has put a cigarette out on her back. Some one has written slut down both sides of her thighs and worthless whore across her back. She lies perfectly still. He doesn’t want to see this anymore so moves to the next door.
He opens a plain pine door and steps into a softly lit bedroom. He sees her reclined on the bed on her side wearing a blue silk kimono. Her robe is open and she is suckling a young man. He gently sucks her beautiful pink nipples while she strokes his hair and tells him about her day . He is curled up beside her, basking in her attention. His raging cock is tucked between his legs and he squeezes it. She looks so relaxed and at ease it’s intoxicating. He closes the door behind him and walks on.
He passes by an old rundown door that has locks on it. He comes to s screen door with a lace panel curtain. Opening it, he feels the rush of the ocean breeze and smells the salt water. Letting his eyes focus he see her sitting on the beach next to a man. They are clothed but sitting close side by side. He feels like he recognizes him but isn’t sure. They talk quietly and occasionally touch one another’s hands or face. They laugh and she cries on occasion. It seems like a strange
scene for sexual fantasy but it’s here among all the rest . He leaves still thinking about it.
A few steps away there is a red panel door with a brass knocker. He enters and hears the chit chat of women. Laughing and telling stories. He turns a corner and see Her at the head of a large table. Very expensively dressed, she looks stunning. There are are 9 other women at the table, all dressed similar and just as beautiful. To the right of her are 2 nude young men, standing at ease with relaxed legs and hands behind their backs. Bustling around the table are 4 more such men. They are pouring wine, clearing plates and chatting with the women. Some women reach out and stroke their asses or their cocks while the talk. They admire their bodies and have them turn for them . One woman pushes away from the table and lifts her dress. The nearest man drops to his knees and buried his face in her pussy. She continues to chat as long as she’s able to, then all the women stop and watch her climax. They applaud them both and continue the conversations. She is quiet and listens to them all. Occasionally one of the boys next to her bends down to tell her something and she smiles and thanks him. He turns to leave and feels a draining feeling. He looks back at her and she is looking at him, like she can see him. She watches him walk to the door. As he closes it behind him he feels exhausted. He closes his eyes and rubs his face to regroup. When he opens his eyes he is back on the street among all the people, seeing into them. He turns to see her walking away. Closed to him again, but shining brightly.
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