The boom of the door to his apartment slamming shut caused him to drop the dish he was washing into the sink where it shattered. He was expecting a visitor, but he was also expecting them to knock first.
"Lynn? That you?"
He made his way to the front door from the kitchen and saw her in the entranceway panting hard.
"Jeez Lynn, are you OK?"
When she looked up he was struck by the predatory gaze of an animal that had just located its next meal. Her hands shot toward his collar, bringing his head low enough so she could kiss him roughly on the mouth. It was awhile before his normally reserved girlfriend let go.
"Wow, so that answers that. What's gotten into you? Not that I'm complaining."
"Shh. No talking. I want you to see this."
Lynn unbuttoned her khakis and worked them slowly down her slim hips. Or formerly slim hips. As her pants traveled down her thighs, her lower half bloomed into sudden voluptuousness. He couldn't believe it. He was about to say something when she brought a finger to his lips. As if she could read his mind, the newly pear shaped Lynn gripped the hem of her t-shirt while giving him a wicked grin.
She hoisted it up slowly, stopping just below her nipples. The undersides of her modestly sized breasts peeked out. Teasingly she brought it down again then back up, laughing, heeding cries of protest and frustration. The pink discs of her areola appeared briefly before her breasts dropped out of the confines of her shirt like two circus elephants exiting a clown car.
It was a breathtaking sight.
Lynn was moaning now, muttering to herself while playing with her chest. He leaned in closer to hear what she was saying.
"...and our listeners should expect delays if they're headed on 77 South. Traffic has been restricted to one lane due to a three car pileup."
"What? Honey, you're not making any sense."
Ugh. All too suddenly it made perfect sense. The dream evaporated like the shimmering illusion of an oasis in the desert and he squinted at the blurry red numbers across from him. It was 6:34 am. Fantastic.
Hehe, fun! Gotta love sweet dreams like that one, until you wake up from them. Then they're just teases. Nice to see you updating again! Was really missing your art!
Dood, I had that happen to meonce Where in your dream you hear something pull you back into reality
For me it was some Nelly Video playing over and over and over again in some blinding white room....next thing I know I see my Friends enomously fat white cat sitting on my chest as his TV was playing the Same Damn Nelly Video
Not as intresting as woman with a sudden explosion of size and curves blurting out this mornings traffic Jam XD
But hell, funny story Oh and Hordes of Zombies with out ammo can suck, but I like the mace XD
very nice and its great to see you back again, I understand why you had to take some time off to honor a memory but still I missed your work, its simply amazing as always
That is such a good image and story to go along with it! Love the teasing why we are given details, just like the news, but the ending really clenches it with the "Who cares?!" orgasmic moment. :) Good work once again!
Veery nice! Wish I would have a dream like that, or dream of some zombie bashin action. (I swear one day I'll open a Zombie Hunters Guild. Not joking here!) Sadly even if I ever do dream of anything I never can remember any of it the next morning.... which could mean I dream of these things every night and not remember it..... DAMN >.
I guess I'm not the only one dreaming about zombie fights....Then again, I was using magic rather than gun/weapons. But a WAS teamed with a catgirl with a pair of weapons of mass destruction. Ah, to dream.....
First to fix a typo. I remember wishing in my dream, that I *had* saved one bullet, ya know, so I wouldn't be eaten alive...
Secondly, I was there with the cast from Gargoyles, and oddly enough was the female lead hehe. Very strange dream. That's what I get for reading zombie books and making a mental note to get the 2nd season of Gargoyles.
Dude, it's nice to see you again. One again like I said before you should really get with some one to make a short movie of one of your stories. That would make all of your fan's day, including me
"Lynn? That you?"
He made his way to the front door from the kitchen and saw her in the entranceway panting hard.
"Jeez Lynn, are you OK?"
When she looked up he was struck by the predatory gaze of an animal that had just located its next meal. Her hands shot toward his collar, bringing his head low enough so she could kiss him roughly on the mouth. It was awhile before his normally reserved girlfriend let go.
"Wow, so that answers that. What's gotten into you? Not that I'm complaining."
"Shh. No talking. I want you to see this."
Lynn unbuttoned her khakis and worked them slowly down her slim hips. Or formerly slim hips. As her pants traveled down her thighs, her lower half bloomed into sudden voluptuousness. He couldn't believe it. He was about to say something when she brought a finger to his lips. As if she could read his mind, the newly pear shaped Lynn gripped the hem of her t-shirt while giving him a wicked grin.
She hoisted it up slowly, stopping just below her nipples. The undersides of her modestly sized breasts peeked out. Teasingly she brought it down again then back up, laughing, heeding cries of protest and frustration. The pink discs of her areola appeared briefly before her breasts dropped out of the confines of her shirt like two circus elephants exiting a clown car.
It was a breathtaking sight.
Lynn was moaning now, muttering to herself while playing with her chest. He leaned in closer to hear what she was saying.
"...and our listeners should expect delays if they're headed on 77 South. Traffic has been restricted to one lane due to a three car pileup."
"What? Honey, you're not making any sense."
Ugh. All too suddenly it made perfect sense. The dream evaporated like the shimmering illusion of an oasis in the desert and he squinted at the blurry red numbers across from him. It was 6:34 am. Fantastic.