Again the dream, sweat rolling down his face, the drugged feeling. The scent still lingering in his memory, the music floating away as the fog lifted from him. His body ached as he pulled himself from the sweat soaked sheets. He flipped the bathroom light switch, light always seemed to ease the feeling slowly away. The ice cold water that he splashed on his face brought clarity to his mind. The dreams were coming more frequent more vivid. After so many years instead of fading, her image became ever stronger to him. Like a painting that you see every day, her face her body now seemed to be etched into his very being! He laid back in the bed, wet and cold from his sweat. He recalled to his memory the night so many years past. Way to much to drink, trying to keep his footing, talking to himself as he made his way home. He had tried to remember what caught his attention first, was it the scent that had drifted and mingled around him, the heavy smell of wet leaves mixed with the earth, at first not pleasing to him, but as it swirled around him it brought to him such erotic feelings as if being caressed by a thousand hands. The music yet not music high on the tree tops, so sensual so light so alluring. Maybe it was the music that made him turn and look, not even sure why it matters, not even sure to this day if what he thinks he saw Ankara bayan escort was really what he saw. The cemetery was dark, the one street lamp casting a dim yellow glow across the headstones. The movement caught his sight, he rubbed his eyes, thinking in his drunken state he had hit the jackpot, two people fucking in the cemetery, maybe not a bad night after all. But as his eyes became accustom to the darkness, something did not seem right, yet he could not look away. Even through the darkness he could see her beauty, Her breast swaying with the rhythmic movements from her naked body. His eyes fixed on her, the breeze catching her hair, the scent drifting from her. The muffled sounds caught his attention, to this day he wished he had not looked. On all fours in front of the mystical creature of beauty, was a man. A man being taken, something in him wanted to move closer, but his legs would not, could not move. The muffled cries as the women drove into him, pushing him forward with each thrust, holding his hips, fucking his ass with such animal power. Throwing her head back with every thrust, her dark hair meeting the arch in her back. She seemed to be in an erotic trance as she moved herself in and out of his body. He could not help the feeling that took over him, his cock becoming harder Escort bayan Ankara as he watched the man fall to his elbows from one of her deep thrusts, that is when the chain came into his view, he was not sure if it was attached to something or just wrapped around the mans neck, but when she pulled up on it he watched as the man immediately returned to his hands. With his head pulled back the gag in his mouth came into view. He could not tell if the man was submitting to the ravaging that was being placed on his body or if it was out of his control! That is when her scent engulfed him, no mistaking that smell, but how could he pick up on it from so far away. The smell was the juices from her pussy as she brought herself to orgasm. He could not stop himself the cum from his cock spurted as he watched the man fall to his stomach. And at that very second her eyes locked with his. Now forever with him. As the months passed he tried to convince himself that it was just way to much alcohol and that it was nothing more than two people enjoying a little night of fun. Life moved on, the thought of her just somewhere in a past memory, until that night. He had been working hard to get into that lovely girls pants, night after night buying her drinks, saying all the right words, promising her the Bayan escort Ankara rainbow just so he could have a bit of the pot of gold. And there he was, in her room watching her peel away the clothes, her tits were just as he had pictured, so perky, the darkness of her hard nipples took his breath way. He could not wait to be consumed in that wet warm place that he was headed for. His cock rock hard as he pushed himself in her, he drove deep into her, the warmth was unbelievable, nothing he had ever felt before, and the scent that filled the room, so very familiar. His mind lost in the scent, lost in the heat. What a beautiful voice, so mesmerizing, whispering in his ear. Fuck me, Fuck me hard, fuck me deep, I must have you! He pushed down driving himself into her giving her what she had ask for, what she longed for, what she needed! Then he felt the bite on his arm, heard the screams, his mind returning to him. The girl, what the fuck had just happened, she had pushed him off of her, screaming at him, You bloody bastard what the hell is wrong with you, are you some kind of a freak, you were hurting me. He was dressing his mind still in a fog, trying to figure out what had just happened, She was still screaming at him as he left the flat. That was the first time, but many would follow. In the beginning it was just once in awhile. Just like the dreams, when they first started. Coming to him only when he had felt secure in the fact he had pushed them back to some forgotten place in his mind. On occasions he would find himself standing in front of the rod iron fence which enclosed the cemetery, just watching, for what he was not sure.