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Flights of Fancy

Dreams: Are they something we create in some uncharted section of our brain or is it another reality we are living. Is it possible that we live more than one life at the same time? Why do some dreams feel so real and others do no? Is it because one is reality and the other is just a misfiring synapse? Do YOU ever dream … of flying?

“There you are” the words that always greet me. He is sitting on a large bolder incongruently lodged on what looks like big, white, cotton candy clouds. There is no ground, no dirt or soil that I can tell, yet there are rocks, trees, flowers and other greenery. I feel a little disoriented but soon focus.  I’m not in Kansas anymore Toto …

I first notice his eyes. Dark brown with amber rings that gaze straight at my core. A thousand messages told in a look, a history, a partnership. He sees all of me. Then, I notice his wings. They are large, massive yet fluid and wrapped like a protective cloak around his lithe body. Difficult to tell the difference between our genders, yet I feel his distinctive masculine presence. His feathers are gold and silver with bright red tips as if the apex of every single feather was burning with the red flame of a mature fire.

I look down, a little startled, to see my own feathers wrapped around my long and slender figure. Bright magenta with teal tips, the rachis made of fine opal like keratin. A part of my brain is in awe and pleased at how beautiful they are. I flex and open them, several feet long and heavy, each wing is in length my own body’s height. A cold rush flows over my suddenly exposed, very nude and shockingly slender body. The wind is picking up as the light shifts a little towards dusk. Faster, cooler as if the northern airstream too wants to play.

My lover, for his gaze tells me he is, extends his hand out to me in invitation. I watch him, as his knees bend, his energy seemingly congregating in his center, the very tip of his wings, flutter and with a sudden expansion of wing span he jets off straight into the bright blue sky. Stunned I watch as he slows and then starts to circle like a Wandering Albatross. I hear him in my mind. “I am waiting love come and dance with me…” A large grin spreads across my face.

I bend my own knees, with the certainty of an action practiced a thousand times, I center my energy in my gut, flex my wings out, the tips taste the wind and reminiscent of a nuclear explosion I detonate towards the heavens. The cold air hits me like an ice bath, every cell on my skins surface tingles, the tears in my eyes are from both wind-chill and joy as a sense of absolute freedom overtakes my consciousness. I am delirious with glee and laugh with the abandon of a child at play. What seems like hours and only minutes is stopped as a warm hand startles me and pulls me. At first a little annoyed for the interruption, I realized that there is only so far I can go on my own. The rest of the heavens await, a world of infinite space, but it takes two for access. I am uncertain as to why, but I know this truth.

 Abandoning myself to the moment, my lover positions himself  below me and turning up facing me, his eyes fierce yet tender, he wraps his wings around us, as I fold my own, against my back. We do not plummet but hover at that altitude. The calm is so total it’s eerie. His warmth is akin to placing frost bitten fingers in warm water; wonderful yet painful all at once. I lose my ability to differentiate up from down. North, South, East or West all directions seem the same. The only center of focus is my lovers amber ringed eyes. I look deep into them. I sense his body closer; our skin is merging, as if literally becoming one. Moments pass and his mind and mine are joined in perfect harmony as are our palms, chests and pelvic region. A warm sensation tingles and the walls of my cunt press down and to my delight, the kegal movement reveals his presence inside me. There is no back and forth, no rocking, gyrating, no humping- nothing that base – yet the heat, vibration and intensity of the joining has me flushed. A sensation similar to orgasm is tickling every nerve ending.

His mouth, with full and tender lips, closes the last gap between us, for a moment we breathe each other in and out. It’s as if his member has spread like tentacles across my entire inner being, caressing the back of my kidney, spine, heart and nipples from within, moving around and pressing every erogenous zone from inside and outside my body simultaneously.

 We remain, palm to palm, pelvis to pelvis, his wings wrapping us in a glorious cocoon of feathers. I am drunk on the breath of him. His essence impregnating every molecule, I know not where he ends and I begin and as his mouth, deliciously closes on mine, the sweet and tender taste of his moist tongue flickering against the back of my teeth, I feel us shift. I kiss him in earnest, our lips never parting I throw myself at him, in him, one with the universe our energies meld. The sound of wings and blood surging resonates in my ears, my clit is gorged, my body trembling, and I hear his voice like a sweet love song, a serenade in my mind behind my eyes, in my internal ear. I echo it back and tears start to fall. Hurricanes have less intensity than the tsunami of orgasm that threatens to shred our very essence. Lips part and as we scream our pain and pleasure we shoot out and beyond the pale blue sky into the eternal darkness of space. For a moment we are like two satellites in a deadly tango above the white, blue and green world. We hover, just as the orgasm ends. I feel him shudder within.

His wings wrapped tightly so long open suddenly to fold behind his back. I open mine and wrap him then, holding him, cradling him and keeping us united as one. Our lips reconnect, we kiss softly and tender. My hands find his flesh and I caress him. His find my physical self and the intoxication of his touch spins my mind around again and again. In sweet denouement we slowly plummet back. I close my eyes and fall without fear. My heart lurches a moment as we pierce the white clouds in entry, and I cry as I hear him whisper in my mind “until next time my heart” …. He lets go.

The feeling of loneliness is so intense I scream. I awaken.

Looking  up I see brown eyes with amber rims looking at me; warm flesh and a heart beating beneath my palm. “There you are…” he says …I grin as I place my ear against his chest, listen to his heart beat and breathe in his human scent. He smells of sex.

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February 25, 2010 - Posted by | Beauty, erotica, Not the bedroom, Outdoors | , , , , , , , , , , ,

22 Comments »

  1. That was really unique and sensual… makes me want to have my own dreams.

    I loved this sentence, “We remain, palm to palm, pelvis to pelvis, his wings wrapping us in a glorious cocoon of feathers.” Reminded me of the best kind of cuddling (to me) where you feel warm, safe, and aroused.

    Comment by closetfascination | February 25, 2010 | Reply

    • That was the idea!! so glad it worked! Thanks for sharing what touched you – it helps me become better at this. So when you choose a sentence like that and explain it really does go to the back of my mind in a file. Thanks Closetfascination for taking the time again to read my “stuff”. I do dream in Technicolor – sometimes I even have rolling credits! Ah yes … my mind is a strange but fun place.

      Comment by Fantasia Lillith | February 25, 2010 | Reply

  2. Beautifully intense, beautifully sensual, evocatively descriptive. Ethereal, otherworldly, but at the same time told with such intensity and impact that it’s utterly real.

    Bravo. I really, really enjoyed this one.

    — PB

    Comment by The Panserbjørne | February 25, 2010 | Reply

    • *Jaw drops, followed by Happy Dance!*
      I have no words for what your comment has made me feel. You are, as you know, my toughest “customer” so this has me grinning like a fool.
      *happy happy happy dance*

      Comment by Fantasia Lillith | February 25, 2010 | Reply

  3. Mmmm all my favourites rolled into one, I love the feeling of security and love in this. Beautiful. Made me smile the whole way through reading it.
    always,
    B.

    Comment by Transylvanian Miss | February 25, 2010 | Reply

    • I felt good about this one – but it was a step away from my usual “real” approach – so was still nervous – Glad you liked it!

      Comment by Fantasia Lillith | February 25, 2010 | Reply

  4. Hmmmm, it’s so sensual. There’s nothing like the intense feeling shared between lovers. It’s beautifully written.

    Comment by megawfa79 | February 25, 2010 | Reply

  5. Beautiful hypnagogic eroticism.

    I will not attempt to take any lines to confirm what is already obvious: this is a masterpiece of sexually potent dream imagery.

    I shall never be able to look at birds again without thinking of you, soaring majestically and ethereally in the stratosphere; love encapsulated and the wish to never awaken again from the passionate dreams of love.

    Comment by Henry B. Rosenbush | February 25, 2010 | Reply

  6. That was a superb mix of security and warmth, along with passion and fire. Not easy to juggle intimacy on the edge of that knife, neither being too cozy nor too raucous, yet both at the same time. Very sensual on so many levels.

    I wish my dreams were quite so intense. I would so love to fly like that with my own heart of my heart.

    By the way, it’s nothing like your story, but I don’t know if you ever saw my “angel” themed sex romp, since it was at a blog other than my own. It’s here: http://celisrono.wordpress.com/2009/08/12/smokedawg-kneeling-to-the-fallen/

    Again, thanks for your venture into more fanciful territory. Quite enjoyed it.

    Comment by smokedawg | February 27, 2010 | Reply

  7. You know what? I’ve been thinking of people with wings lately, so I was so surprised to see and read your last story.
    I have always thought of angels, not really if they exist or not, but if they have wings and if they can fly.
    I’ve dreamt about a man before, with wings, and with brown eyes, reading your story is like knowing him much better. Like you brought him closer to reality. 🙂
    It’s true that you are a good writer, your stories take your readers into the story itself, but to me, this particular one is the best.

    Comment by Asian Butterfly | February 28, 2010 | Reply

  8. “Do YOU ever dream … of flying?”
    For years and years I dreamed of nothing else and the top of the clouds were always my playground.
    But Flight of Fancy took my dream(s) a step further. Beyond the joy of flying, of literally taking wing, is the sublime sex you imagined and brought to life.
    Simply beautiful.

    Comment by Thorn | February 28, 2010 | Reply

  9. Interesting dream…learning to fly by Pink Floyd comes instantly to mind. Suspended animation/State of Bliss Tongue tied and twisted…but on another note: I once dreamt of having oral sex with a chicken..and awoke to find My pillow half eatten

    Comment by siranneal | February 28, 2010 | Reply

  10. It´s so intense and sensual… I wish I had such a vivid dream, dreams that warm your heart and make you feel yourself in intimate togetherness.

    Last night I had a weird dream, I was married to my ex and we had 2 kids(a little boy about 6 and a baby girl about 3). We were having breakfast together and kids were playing with food. Suddenly the little boy said: “Lilly, you are so messy!”… and I woke up! LOL I defo hope we are not living another reality while sleeping…

    Comment by letstalktoday | March 3, 2010 | Reply

    • Ahahahaaa…. that is kinda cute.

      Comment by Fantasia Lillith | March 7, 2010 | Reply

      • :P… that´s kinda terrifying! LOL

        Comment by letstalktoday | March 8, 2010

  11. Such beautifully erotic and sensate dreaming that speaks to the body and the spirit in equal measure…

    (And congratulations on your bloggersary!)

    Comment by Cheeky Minx | March 7, 2010 | Reply

    • Cheeky Minx – thank you so much for the lovely comment and the offer of congrats. It’s been a long, sometimes a little scary journey. AS I look over my older material I realise how much things have changed. Many of those first few now would be “drafts” and not published. I can’t help wonder if this second year will show the same distance between the stories.

      Comment by Fantasia Lillith | March 7, 2010 | Reply

  12. That touched my heart, I loved the imagery. I have not been on your blog for some time and your writing is developing into pure art. That literary sensuality warmed my soul and burned my lions. ROOOAAARRRRRRRRR! I meant loins. 🙂 LOL

    Comment by Shangol | March 8, 2010 | Reply

  13. That touched my heart, I loved the imagery. I have not been on your blog for some time and your writing is developing into pure art. That literary sensuality warmed my soul and burned my lions. ROOOAAARRRRRRRRR! I meant loins.  LOL

    Comment by Shangol | March 8, 2010 | Reply

    • Shangol!! welcome back! it has been a logn time … and thank you so much for the kind words. In a way it’s nice that you’ve been away – you come with fresh eyes. Of course you are welcome anytime…

      Comment by Fantasia Lillith | March 9, 2010 | Reply

  14. nice dream just keep it up until you got it.Good luck

    Comment by adulttoys | May 12, 2010 | Reply


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