Kerryn WoodDavid Dreamscape Part Three
June 8th 2007 11:10
Delivery Dave - Part 3
It was uncanny that David knew where my room was, but then I realised; he lived next door, he knew where my bedroom window was, he could hear me. Hear me? No, he had heard you! Heard you calling out his name, well, it wasn’t his name, it wasn’t him you were calling out too, but it was his name.
David quickly bought my thoughts back to him. He sat on the side of my bed, he looked so comfortable. He held both my hands and motioned for me to sit beside him. I did, never breaking away from his eye contact. Suddenly I felt nervous; it was an unexpected feeling. I felt like I was about to make love for the first time, like I had never done this sort of thing before. Oh god if only my first time were as heavenly as this.
David smiled at me, then leant over and kissed me. Again with those warm and tender lips, those soft and slightly moist lips. I surrendered to him immediately.
He pressed against me and effortlessly guided me back onto the bed. He partially lay on top of me, his weight shifting as he got himself comfortable. As he kissed me, one of his hands felt up under my shirt, touching at my skin ever so delicately, the other, he caressed my hair.
But it was all about the kissing. I wasn’t aware of my own arms and hands and what they were doing, in fact, I think they were virtually motionless as I was so deeply caught up in the heightening momentum of David’s kiss.
His kissing style was perfected to an art. He didn’t kiss hard or fast, nor was he rough. He wasn’t too wet, he didn’t stick his tongue in nor did he use it like a medical probe to try to discover what was down the back of my throat.
No, David’s kiss was magical, perfect. He played with my lips, using his own. He was soft and gentle, sensual. He wanted to kiss me, he wanted to feel me, and he was using the power of the most intimate form of touch. He enjoyed kissing, he took his time, he became involved, he let the outside world melt away - and instead, he replaced it with me.
David closed his mouth upon mine ending with a neat little peck. He then shifted his sweet tender pecks across my cheek, and down to my neck - god I loved being kissed on the neck. I arched my back in response and moaned gently.
“So,” David began between pecks, “How did you know my name was ‘David‘?” he asked.
I giggled softly, “You told me at the door silly!” I answered.
He laughed, still kissing and nudging at my neck. “Noooo, I mean earlier, you know, when you were in your bed, and, you know..”
I giggled again, before I suddenly realised what he meant. Oh dear. Oh dear oh dear. He thought I was calling out his name, while I was masturbating! Oh dear oh dear oh sweet mother of god.
He lifted his face from mine and I stared up him with a look of both pity and horror, “Um, David……” I began.
There was a knock at the door.
I woke up. OH Shit Bloody Bugger Damn!!! NO, no, no, no, nooooooo!! How many times was that bloody door going to wake me up? It’s cheated me out of my third possible orgasm! There is only so much a single girl can handle!
I huffed out of bed, shoved on some clothes, didn’t worry about my hair, and marched up to the door. I flung it open with an unexpected force and greeted my enemy.
My “enemy” was ugly. Oh great, I thought, I’ve suppressed yet another tidal wave of orgasm for this. Who the hell is he and what does he want? He had on a navy blue pair of overalls and a peak cap, there was a company logo, but I couldn’t work out what it said. Probably “Ugly Orgasm Depressors United” or something to that effect.
“Mornin’ love. Woke you up did I?” he chuckled, and I was ever so slightly embarrassed at how I must have looked to him.
I laughed over my embarrassment, “Yeah, I was having a sleep in, no work today, late night last night…ha ha….” justify it girl, that’s it, work it….
The man chortled, then handed me a clipboard and pen, “Well, sign here love, you’ve got a delivery.”
“A delivery? For me? What is it?” I was surprised, I wasn’t expecting anything, it wasn’t my birthday, I hadn’t ordered anything, what was it?
“Can’t answer you that one love, I just get the boxes outa the truck and hand ’em over. Not your birthday is it?” he asked, looking at me with a broad moustached and ugly smile.
“No, no it’s not.” I was a little mystified.
Delivery man laughed again, he was a cheerful man. “Ah well then, surprise all the same, hope it’s a good one!” he showed me where to sign on the piece of paper, then added, “And if you can just write down what the time is now love, and that it was delivered by Dave, that’d be great. Boss is doing some sort of employee evaluation on us!” he chortled again.
“WHAT?” I nearly dropped my pen.
Delivery Dave laughed, “Oh I know love, I know!! It’s these new employment laws and rules, gotta make sure boss is paying us all right and proper and ….” I interrupted him.
“No, I mean, ‘what’ did you say your name was?”, he looked taken aback.
“Dave, love, it’s Dave. You know, d.a.v.e.” he laughed at his joke, I stood staring like an idiot.
Delivery Dave looked quizzically at me, “Love, you okay?”
I blinked, signed my name hurriedly, filled in a time, and then wrote a little shakily, ‘D.a.v.e’. I nodded and smiled, “Yeah, yes, sure, thanks, I’m fine..” I laughed to break the mood, “Just wasn’t sure what you’d said, ha, ha ha….” I handed back the clipboard and pen, took the parcel, and said goodbye.
“See ya love, have a great day!” Ugly Cheerful Delivery Dave called out, cheerily and bounced briskly back to his truck.
This was getting spooky now. I was dreaming about David’s and Dave‘s, thinking about David’s, god, even masturbating to David’s, and now my delivery man was David, or Dave, oh shit who cares………Real, imagined, dreamed about…..Dave Dave DAVE!! Just how many Dave’s do I need in my life?
I was perplexed. And now I had a strange parcel wrapped in brown paper sitting teasingly on my table. There was no hint as to where it had come from, no return sender, not even a proper stamp. The box wasn’t that heavy and when I shook it, it still gave nothing away as to it’s contents. I sat staring at it for ages, decided to make a cup of tea, and then open it.
I tore open the paper to reveal a plain brown box. It was sticky taped, firmly, with a lot of tape. I got up and grabbed a sharp knife. I sliced open the tape. Packing material, lots, spilled out onto my carpet. Great, now I’ll have to vacuum. Inside the box, was another smaller box, the back of it facing me. I pulled it out ignoring the larger mess I had just made on my floor. On the back of the now smaller box, or cardboard, was a picture. The picture was of a penis. A very large, erect, pink penis.
I turned it over. Someone had sent me a big, no, a huge mother of a battery operated, pearl encrusted, vibrating, rotating, pink and plastic, rubbery life-like penis dildo!!!
I sat staring. I stared some more. I kept on staring. My tea went cold. The phone rang. Finally I moved to get it. It stopped ringing so I went back to staring. Finally I put the thing down on the table and searched madly inside the bigger box for a note, a letter, something to tell me where this, this, thing - although it was called a ‘self pleasure toy’ on the box, had come from. I found at the very bottom a sheet of paper, with a business letter-head that read:
I kept reading until it dawned on me. I have joined several online survey opinion polls, many of them offering rewards for participation - some offer points to later redeem, some offer cash prizes, others, like this one, offered prizes of a different nature. I tried to remember the exact nature of the survey I had answered, and then it hit me. It was the ‘How Kinky Are You Really?’ type test….oh god, and I’d won!! I thought I was normal!!
I put the explanatory letter aside and went back to my prize. I’d never actually owned anything like this before, I’d always wanted to, I had just never got around to actually taking the plunge and purchasing such a ‘gift’ for myself.
I giggled aloud. I got up and locked the door. I shut the curtains in my lounge room. I went into my bedroom and sat on my bed. I got up from my bed, and went to the window. I shut the window, tight, and then I shut the curtains, tight. I went back to my bed where I sat with my new toy. I sat a bit longer. And a bit longer. Finally, I ripped open the plastic casing and took into my hand the biggest life-like plastic penis I had ever had the pleasure of holding.
It had switches with speed variations, I turned one on. The penis whirred into action. The shaft pulsated, the inner circle of balls circulated, there was a ‘clit tickler’ that vibrated, it hardly made a noise, and I was god damned horny.
I jumped under the covers of my bed and brought myself to the quickest and most incredible orgasm. Wave upon wave upon orgasmic wave washed over me sending me into a shuddering mess. Finally, there were no more knocks on the doors.
copyright Kerryn Wood 2007
It was uncanny that David knew where my room was, but then I realised; he lived next door, he knew where my bedroom window was, he could hear me. Hear me? No, he had heard you! Heard you calling out his name, well, it wasn’t his name, it wasn’t him you were calling out too, but it was his name.
David quickly bought my thoughts back to him. He sat on the side of my bed, he looked so comfortable. He held both my hands and motioned for me to sit beside him. I did, never breaking away from his eye contact. Suddenly I felt nervous; it was an unexpected feeling. I felt like I was about to make love for the first time, like I had never done this sort of thing before. Oh god if only my first time were as heavenly as this.
David smiled at me, then leant over and kissed me. Again with those warm and tender lips, those soft and slightly moist lips. I surrendered to him immediately.
He pressed against me and effortlessly guided me back onto the bed. He partially lay on top of me, his weight shifting as he got himself comfortable. As he kissed me, one of his hands felt up under my shirt, touching at my skin ever so delicately, the other, he caressed my hair.
But it was all about the kissing. I wasn’t aware of my own arms and hands and what they were doing, in fact, I think they were virtually motionless as I was so deeply caught up in the heightening momentum of David’s kiss.
His kissing style was perfected to an art. He didn’t kiss hard or fast, nor was he rough. He wasn’t too wet, he didn’t stick his tongue in nor did he use it like a medical probe to try to discover what was down the back of my throat.
No, David’s kiss was magical, perfect. He played with my lips, using his own. He was soft and gentle, sensual. He wanted to kiss me, he wanted to feel me, and he was using the power of the most intimate form of touch. He enjoyed kissing, he took his time, he became involved, he let the outside world melt away - and instead, he replaced it with me.
David closed his mouth upon mine ending with a neat little peck. He then shifted his sweet tender pecks across my cheek, and down to my neck - god I loved being kissed on the neck. I arched my back in response and moaned gently.
“So,” David began between pecks, “How did you know my name was ‘David‘?” he asked.
I giggled softly, “You told me at the door silly!” I answered.
He laughed, still kissing and nudging at my neck. “Noooo, I mean earlier, you know, when you were in your bed, and, you know..”
I giggled again, before I suddenly realised what he meant. Oh dear. Oh dear oh dear. He thought I was calling out his name, while I was masturbating! Oh dear oh dear oh sweet mother of god.
He lifted his face from mine and I stared up him with a look of both pity and horror, “Um, David……” I began.
There was a knock at the door.
I woke up. OH Shit Bloody Bugger Damn!!! NO, no, no, no, nooooooo!! How many times was that bloody door going to wake me up? It’s cheated me out of my third possible orgasm! There is only so much a single girl can handle!
I huffed out of bed, shoved on some clothes, didn’t worry about my hair, and marched up to the door. I flung it open with an unexpected force and greeted my enemy.
My “enemy” was ugly. Oh great, I thought, I’ve suppressed yet another tidal wave of orgasm for this. Who the hell is he and what does he want? He had on a navy blue pair of overalls and a peak cap, there was a company logo, but I couldn’t work out what it said. Probably “Ugly Orgasm Depressors United” or something to that effect.
“Mornin’ love. Woke you up did I?” he chuckled, and I was ever so slightly embarrassed at how I must have looked to him.
I laughed over my embarrassment, “Yeah, I was having a sleep in, no work today, late night last night…ha ha….” justify it girl, that’s it, work it….
The man chortled, then handed me a clipboard and pen, “Well, sign here love, you’ve got a delivery.”
“A delivery? For me? What is it?” I was surprised, I wasn’t expecting anything, it wasn’t my birthday, I hadn’t ordered anything, what was it?
“Can’t answer you that one love, I just get the boxes outa the truck and hand ’em over. Not your birthday is it?” he asked, looking at me with a broad moustached and ugly smile.
“No, no it’s not.” I was a little mystified.
Delivery man laughed again, he was a cheerful man. “Ah well then, surprise all the same, hope it’s a good one!” he showed me where to sign on the piece of paper, then added, “And if you can just write down what the time is now love, and that it was delivered by Dave, that’d be great. Boss is doing some sort of employee evaluation on us!” he chortled again.
“WHAT?” I nearly dropped my pen.
Delivery Dave laughed, “Oh I know love, I know!! It’s these new employment laws and rules, gotta make sure boss is paying us all right and proper and ….” I interrupted him.
“No, I mean, ‘what’ did you say your name was?”, he looked taken aback.
“Dave, love, it’s Dave. You know, d.a.v.e.” he laughed at his joke, I stood staring like an idiot.
Delivery Dave looked quizzically at me, “Love, you okay?”
I blinked, signed my name hurriedly, filled in a time, and then wrote a little shakily, ‘D.a.v.e’. I nodded and smiled, “Yeah, yes, sure, thanks, I’m fine..” I laughed to break the mood, “Just wasn’t sure what you’d said, ha, ha ha….” I handed back the clipboard and pen, took the parcel, and said goodbye.
“See ya love, have a great day!” Ugly Cheerful Delivery Dave called out, cheerily and bounced briskly back to his truck.
This was getting spooky now. I was dreaming about David’s and Dave‘s, thinking about David’s, god, even masturbating to David’s, and now my delivery man was David, or Dave, oh shit who cares………Real, imagined, dreamed about…..Dave Dave DAVE!! Just how many Dave’s do I need in my life?
I was perplexed. And now I had a strange parcel wrapped in brown paper sitting teasingly on my table. There was no hint as to where it had come from, no return sender, not even a proper stamp. The box wasn’t that heavy and when I shook it, it still gave nothing away as to it’s contents. I sat staring at it for ages, decided to make a cup of tea, and then open it.
I tore open the paper to reveal a plain brown box. It was sticky taped, firmly, with a lot of tape. I got up and grabbed a sharp knife. I sliced open the tape. Packing material, lots, spilled out onto my carpet. Great, now I’ll have to vacuum. Inside the box, was another smaller box, the back of it facing me. I pulled it out ignoring the larger mess I had just made on my floor. On the back of the now smaller box, or cardboard, was a picture. The picture was of a penis. A very large, erect, pink penis.
I turned it over. Someone had sent me a big, no, a huge mother of a battery operated, pearl encrusted, vibrating, rotating, pink and plastic, rubbery life-like penis dildo!!!
I sat staring. I stared some more. I kept on staring. My tea went cold. The phone rang. Finally I moved to get it. It stopped ringing so I went back to staring. Finally I put the thing down on the table and searched madly inside the bigger box for a note, a letter, something to tell me where this, this, thing - although it was called a ‘self pleasure toy’ on the box, had come from. I found at the very bottom a sheet of paper, with a business letter-head that read:
Congratulations!
As part of our recent survey giveaway
You have won this amazing new product called the
‘VIBRO PLEASURE PENIS’
As part of our recent survey giveaway
You have won this amazing new product called the
‘VIBRO PLEASURE PENIS’
I kept reading until it dawned on me. I have joined several online survey opinion polls, many of them offering rewards for participation - some offer points to later redeem, some offer cash prizes, others, like this one, offered prizes of a different nature. I tried to remember the exact nature of the survey I had answered, and then it hit me. It was the ‘How Kinky Are You Really?’ type test….oh god, and I’d won!! I thought I was normal!!
I put the explanatory letter aside and went back to my prize. I’d never actually owned anything like this before, I’d always wanted to, I had just never got around to actually taking the plunge and purchasing such a ‘gift’ for myself.
I giggled aloud. I got up and locked the door. I shut the curtains in my lounge room. I went into my bedroom and sat on my bed. I got up from my bed, and went to the window. I shut the window, tight, and then I shut the curtains, tight. I went back to my bed where I sat with my new toy. I sat a bit longer. And a bit longer. Finally, I ripped open the plastic casing and took into my hand the biggest life-like plastic penis I had ever had the pleasure of holding.
It had switches with speed variations, I turned one on. The penis whirred into action. The shaft pulsated, the inner circle of balls circulated, there was a ‘clit tickler’ that vibrated, it hardly made a noise, and I was god damned horny.
I jumped under the covers of my bed and brought myself to the quickest and most incredible orgasm. Wave upon wave upon orgasmic wave washed over me sending me into a shuddering mess. Finally, there were no more knocks on the doors.
copyright Kerryn Wood 2007
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Comment by Lilla
From The Home Front
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*lm(ears)o*
...nothing worse than waking from these dreams, if there? *lol*
Thanks for your PM.
This did not go where I expected at all... *lol* ...very cheeky of you!
Very good writing. It flows really easily and is interesting. As I said, I love your descriptions, they are so vivid...Again, I think you have achieved appeal from a female perspective really well, and I hope others read and offer their viewpoints and comments too...
Cheers
Lilla ...
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DEBATABLE CONVERSATIONS...