The Love of my Death

Dream Girl

                The ground I laid upon had turned to silk, black as night and flowing weightless as it lightly caressed my softened skin. I ran my fingers through it, as though it were smoke, smoothly textured and cool to the touch. The air around me was enveloping, I could feel it swirling around me. It was electric, stimulating my body all over as I floated. I looked before me as a mass of silk parted, and I saw her. A pale skinned goddess. Her red hair flowed as if through water, her eyes sparkled like the bluest ocean, and here nude body was sculpted by the greatest of gods. She laid a hand upon me, and without a word, lowered her head... to... my dick.

"That quickly?' I said aloud as I opened my eyes. My room was dark, save for the beam of moonlight that shone through the window. I thought about the dream that was still fizzling away. I mean, I'm at a point in my life where I'm more into the embrace than the sex. I like kisses and cuddles. Felt good though. Really good. I can almost feel it now... like vividly. I looked down to imagine what it would look like as I prepared to whack this dream boner. But instead of the pale skinned goddess, I saw red horns and black hair. The moonlight illuminated a red skinned girl with glowing yellow eyes.

Huh. Interesting. You know what brain, I'm into it. Keep rolling.

Almost on cue, she lifted her head, still focused on her handiwork. Saliva trailed from the tip of her tongue to the head of my dick. She stood up on her knees as she hovered above it, the heat of her pussy so inviting and exciting. She held my cock right to the wet lips and as she pressed to put it in she looked at my sleeping face. Which wasn't sleeping. Like it was supposed to be.

The scream she emitted was not something I could imagine. Black wings unfolded from behind her and flapped frantically as she sprung from the bed. She squawked as she rose to the ceiling, eyes still locked onto mine. I guess that's how she didn't realize she was headed for the ceiling fan. I mean, until it whacked her in the head. There were three distinct thumping sounds before she crashed to the floor. I peered over the edge of the bed. The glow of her eyes were like crescent moons under her almost-shut eyelids. She was gorgeous, and like I told my brain, I was totally into the aesthetic she had going on. Which reminds me, I really don't think this is imagination anymore. Strangely I wasn't as fazed by the female Satan on my floor as I should have been. I have been watching a lot of fucked up stuff lately. You ever whack it to that scene in House of 1000 Corpses where Sheri Moon Zombie has sex with that skeleton? Or any scene in any Rob Zombie movie for that matter? No, your dick stays in your pants like any other goddamn person. So you'd probably be screaming and running away from this whole situation that's currently unconscious and naked on your bedroom floor, not putting ice into a towel and putting it to her head.

We are not the same.

I took the time while she was unconscious to get a better look at her. For the most part she was human shaped. She clearly checked all the boxes on my "Perfect Body" list. Firm c-cup tits, not big enough to start sagging soon but still plump and perky, smaller waist, toned, and oh lawd she was thicc. She didn't have a single straight line to her. I ran my hand along her side, feeling her soft skin. I decided it wouldn't be good to leave her on the floor. I lifted her up to the bed and laid her down. I thought for a minute before I laid myself next to her. I wanted to keep an eye on her. So I laid down facing her, still taking in every inch of her body as I held the ice pack to her head. I had to restrain from touching her. I was afraid if I woke her, she'd leave and I'd never get to see her again. So I just laid there until the sun came up. The morning light slowly crept to her face, onto her eyes. She winced and rubbed them, and groaned as she stretched. She sat up rubbing her head, finally opening her eyes. She scanned the room as she slowly realized where she was. Her head whipped around to look at me. I managed to stammer out a "Hi". I realized that in the five hours I had been laying there I had not fully prepared for this moment. She rubbed her head on the sore spot that she hit, and then to the soaked towel I was holding. Then she looked up to the ceiling fan, which now had two broken blades. She looked back to me.

"Fuck," she blurted out as she burst into giggles. I couldn't help but laugh along with her.

"I think my fan wrecked your shit there," I joked.

"I guess so," she said with a shrug.

"I'm guessing all that was part of whatever plan you had?"

"Oh yeah, works every time."

We both kinda sat there, just letting the silence hang. Then I spoke.

"So... you want breakfast?"

Her head cocked as her eyes narrowed. "What are you?" she asked with a laugh. She gestured to her body. "You don't have any kind of questions about anything?"

"I was waiting for the actual date to ask the questions."

She flopped onto her back with laughter. "What the fuck are you?" she said rubbing her face. She rolled onto her side. "Maybe I'll have to come back some time, so you can ask those questions the way you want to."

"I look forward to it. Just make sure you wake me up next time."

She winked as she disappeared in a plume of black smoke. All I could do is lay there, hoping to God or Satan or whoever was responsible that this wasn't some dream. I could still see her bright red skin, her eyes had burned into the back of my head, and my hand was in the air still tracing her curves. I decided to get up to make breakfast. As I sat myself up, she reappeared on my lap. It lasted maybe seconds, but the way she kissed me slowed time. I felt her hot body against mine before she disappeared again in the blink of an eye. Again I was frozen in place.

"I think I have a demon girlfriend," I said to my empty room.