Sweet Dreams

Almono lived for this. He was aware of Emily's heavy eyes and her heart beat as it slowed. Soon she would be sleeping. He was already connected to her and eager to see were her virgin mind would roam in sleep. He was ready to recreate her dreams.

Emily's dream started off well. She did not partake in anything sexually explicit, so her dream brought her into a world of princes and princesses, of romantic love with happily ever after, conservative clothing, proper manners, and no sex.

She was a princess, dressed in a silky, frilly dress, riding in a carriage to a ball to meet her prince. She was a very attractive girl, even more attractive in her dream, with her slender, curvy body, nicely sized breasts, smooth, flawless skin, sparkling blue eyes, and long, blonde hair that dropped down her back in glossy waves.

It was a simple indulgence on a child like fantasy. How could this go wrong?

By going right.

Prince Charming's outfit wasn't nearly as G-rated as her's. Almono was dressed in skin tight leather pants that showed off his bulge and a vest that left little of his muscular upper body to the imagination. He offered her his hand. "Welcome, Princes. I am Almono. It is a pleasure to meet you."

"It is a pleasure to meet you as well," said Emily, a little put off by the man's clothing. It certainly was not what she was expecting; if she was aware she was actually dreaming, which most people, including herself, never really are, she would find it hard to believe that should would conjure up such an outfit with her own mind, and possibly suspect something else at work, perhaps Satan. But for the time being, she saw it as a minor distraction in what was otherwise shaping up to be a wonderful evening as an innocent princess.

She glanced at the ballroom floor. Most people were dancing to the fancy music. "Shall we dance?"

"Let's." Almono took her hand and began to dance a standard Disney spinning that was in all their movies. After a few spins he pulled her closer to him in a very subtle way.