1. Sweet Dreams Are Made of This Ch. 04


    Date: 10/21/2014, Categories: Fantasy, Author: JoeBlogs616, Rating: 85.7, Source: sexstories.com

    It didn't work out for me and I couldn't choose so they both left. Sad story boo hoo sure but do what you can and pray for the rest. Is that really all there is? He wondered, bookmarking the site. Love them as best I can, and hope they feel the same? Could it last, like that? Jabbing a button, he cut the power. ----------------------------------------------- A rollercoaster. Up 'n down 'n away we go, screaming into oblivion. As Jahn pulled into the Reed driveway, he recalled the surge of sheer pleasure and adrenaline when Jenny had at last called him the previous evening. A full two extra weeks of moping around his apartment, waiting for advice from people that didn't seem to have anything worthwhile to offer – depression to exultation, that's what this was. Jen had told him that she'd made reservations, though she wouldn't say exactly where, and that she wanted him to see her dress before they left. Excuse for a quickie, he was betting, but he'd settle for admiring a new dress too, if that's really all it was. Snatching up the rose he'd gotten for her, he let himself into the house. "Knock knock?" he shouted, not seeing any sign of the blonde in the kitchen or living room. A faint, "Yeah, come on up," greeted him. Quick negotiation of the stairs led him to her room and he paused with a frown. What the hell was that smell? Sand? Incense? Was she burning something? Alarmed, he yanked open the door to her room. What he saw stunned him into paralysis. //Minarets cast in shadow ...
    against a burning horizon of orange and red sun, hazy with the coming twilight. Bells tolling like vespers signal the day's end and a call to worship. A woman stands before him, hourglass figure presenting the same contrast against the landscape, dark curves clad in translucent, diaphanous material. A stray wind whips past, colorful and clear material fluttering alike.// The entire bedroom was cast in dim and flickering light, illuminated mostly by a circle of candles. With wonder, he realized that Jenny was standing in front of the bed, clad in something certainly, but no dress. It was some sort of... costume... that brought to mind a dozen old and dusty fantasies of harem slave girls clad in revealing silk veils, blouses and pantaloons, colorful and well-placed sashes the only nod to modesty. //Haunting music that evokes the sense of great loneliness, in a vast and empty desert only sparsely populated with oases such as these, plays on unfamiliar instruments. Accompanying the piping notes is a woman's voice, high rich and beautiful. While she sings, the lone dark figure standing here begins to dance.// An odd clicking noise sounded and exotic music had begun to play. Arabesque? He speculated. No, that's stupid.. This is truly _foreign_ music, the stuff you hear on TV specials or from singers in other countries. Jahn had no idea, and it only tugged at his ears with a sense of déjà vu rather than real recognition. Jenny... he recognized that it was her, despite the strange ...
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