Date: Tue, 16 Feb 1999 05:54:49 PST

From: Carol Anne <[email protected]>

Subject: Carols Dream

Hi - this is my first little writing - I wont say story because it is a bit

true and a bit not - all inspired by Nicole who I have been chatting with

for just a couple of days - I love stories like this, and never thought I

would write one but I am so pleased with this I want you all to tell me

what you think. I would love to chat with lots and lots of people with all

sorts of different ideas.

Happy Valentines

Carol's Dream

When I was a little girl I used to have to be dragged to bed, I always

wanted to stay up and read or watch TV or something, and then when I got

into bed I would be out like a light.

I cannot remember the first time I played with myself but I think it must

have been in bed, and as I have grown up I have started to have a sort of

ritual around it - a long hot bath, a nice slip or even full lingerie set

under my dressing gown.

Pretty much every night I lay awake, softly teasing myself, dreaming and

thinking and imagining, helping myself along, with whatever has taken my

fancy - some nights I read a little, I have a few magazines, a couple of

toys - all sorts of wonderful things.

Last night was different - I tried to do everything at once - I must have

laid in the bath for an hour first - my dad hammering on the door wondering

what I could be doing -

'I'm shaving my legs' I lied. I was actually shaving myself somewhere far

more intimate - it had never occurred to me before, but the thought of my

lovely soft lips all clean and smooth had been driving me mad all day, so I

carefully lathered up around my fanny, and with long gentle strokes whisked

away the hair until it looked like it did when I was 10 again.

The action was getting me very horny, but I was determined not to spoil

myself yet, so I carefully patted myself dry, and admired myself in the

mirror. I felt very soft, glistening slightly as I began to feel the heat

of the bathroom on my damp skin.

I put on my stockings, pulling them up as far as I could until they almost

met where my thighs rub together, swishing as I moved around the hot room,

and then clipped them to my corset top - too tight, too small and too

delicious. A tiny String bikini bottom just covered my lips, which were red

and swollen beneath the white silk.

Gathering my things I ran to my room, shouting goodnight to the family - it

was only 10:00 o'clock - and very very quietly locked the door behind me -

my parents always know when I am up to something but would never guess

what.

I laid out on the bed my collection of favourite things, and let my

dressing gown fall to the floor.

I had a wax candle, three or four latex gloves, a brides garter, a pair of

my mothers knickers, from yesterdays wash basket, and a pot of honey.

I switched my light out and lay on the bed - I slipped the garter on my

left wrist and the candle into the thumb of one of the gloves. Clumsily I

started to slide it into my rear, past the string of my own knickers. It

was a tight fit, and felt very odd as it seemed stuck halfway, but

eventually it slid into my insides leaving just a few fingers like petals

bursting from my behind.

I took my mom's knickers and folded them so that the gusset was outermost,

and put them like a ball in my mouth - I was not gagging but could not make

much sound, which was good because I had to be secret and quiet.

Finally I took the jar and lifted off the lid - all a little stiff and

awkward as I did not want to upset anything, and dribbled honey onto the

front of my knickers, and felt its thick wet stickiness seep through and

around the material, stinging my shaven mound.

With my right hand I began to explore my bud of latex and melting wax, and

I let my left and rub against my mons, soaking up more of the honey. Soon I

was floating round, not quite letting myself cum, picking spots of honey

and juice from my fanny, and lifting it to watch and then dip into my mouth

past the gag of knickers, their own strong wet smell filling my head like

vapours of ether.

After what could have been five minutes or five hours, I realised I was not

going to wait, and rolled over, crushing my hand with my fanny, reaching

with a finger for my bud, and almost squeezing it, gasping for breath and

feeling the candle beginning to slide out past my ring as my whole body

began to contract. It felt like waves dropping over me, from head to toe,

and out again from the centre of my body, and again and again, until I

eventually was still, and almost at once slept.

In my dream I wake up - Nicole is in front of me - I cannot see her face,

but I am kneeling for her, staring intently at waist which is tightly bound

in jeans she must have been poured into. My hands are behind my back, bound

I suppose with the wedding garter - my mom's knickers are still in my

mouth, wet now with my saliva.

But they are not the same - Nicole reaches and pulls them like bunting from

me, a stocking, a pair of French knickers, another stocking - they are

hers.

In a whirl I am on her lap, face down, and I feel her hands spanking me,

like a naughty little girl - I wait, and when she is finished I feel her

fingers begin to walk down, past my behind which is still sore and

stretched enough for her to slip a finger in without effort - she makes a

fist behind her middle finger and I feel it pushing into me, bringing an

exquisite pressure also on my sticky fanny.

'Stand Up' she commands - I do, but now she is 20 feet tall, in a long red

cotton dress, and I am between her legs, looking up at her crotch. It looks

warm, there is a spot of wetness on her white gusset, which as I grow

taller like Alice in wonderland spreads and I face it, and my tongue darts

out to taste - I manage to move her knickers to one side - they are of

course the stuff of fantasies - thick rich satin, soaked through with her

flavour, and I try to get deep inside her as her taste trickles down the

back of by throat - now I am lying on something cold and hard - a concrete

or tile floor - she sits on top of me, rubbing at my still sticky fanny

with both hands, latex gloves on each, occasionally reaching to her mouth

to taste her property, when she starts to let her warm pee at first drip,

then quickly pour all over my face - I try to catch it greedily while

attending to her - I feel her tighten up as she begins to come, and she

sits on me harder, almost suffocating me, but I carry on, trying to make

her at least cry my name before I faint - I feel her tighten more,

squeezing and crushing me, I feel the mixture of her juice and pee fill my

mouth, when I suffocate...

And wake, late for college, dirty, I have wet my bed, and I feel so horny I

do not know what to do - I pile everything into a bag and hide it away - I

pull up my stockings, pull up my bikini right into my fanny, its all damp

and now cold, my corset too - I pull on a jumper, I pull on a skirt and I

get out of the house, into the fresh air. I smile at everyone I see.