Into the Ether

Sinking into the void I search after something to meet my need. Flipping through various fields of emptiness, I finally stumble upon something I like. I can see an outline of a figure and approach him. As I walk closer I can see more of him, he’s coming into focus.

Pushing my energy onto him, I use it as a form of foreplay. I can feel him inhale it and his energy shift. He reaches toward me and places his hand on my waist, gently pulling me closer. I take a step forward, leaning against his chest. As I’m brushing my lips against his, I smile. Our eyes lock for a brief moment before I lean further into him, wrapping my arms around his waist.

Trailing delicate kisses along the inside of his neck, I give a sudden tug against his lower back to feel his growing interest. I can hear a moan escape his lips as I reach my hand from the back to the front of his pants. I observe the expression on his face as I trace the metal on his zipper. He closes his eyes a second before reopening them.

I consider this effective foreplay and skip the other unnecessary steps. I’d prefer not to waste time.

A wooden bench forms behind him and I guide him to it, encouraging him to have a seat. Once he’s settled I place my hands on his shoulders as I lower myself on top of him. Lowering the straps of my dress to reveal my breasts, I run my fingers through his hair before pulling his mouth onto my neck. His wet kisses send a trail of goosebumps through my spine, causing my back to arch and his mouth to settle over a hardened nipple.

My knees push themselves over the rough surface of the unfinished wooden bench. The contrasting sensations from the abrasiveness of the wood compliment the sensuality of his tongue against my heated flesh.

Reaching between my legs, I unzip his pants as he’s still attached to me. I grind myself onto him, pushing him deeper into me with each circular movement. I lift his head from my breasts to look into his eyes. I breathe more of myself into him and he takes me in willingly. I can see the euphoric daze as it floods his mind. As he exhales I place my mouth against his, urging his lips apart with my tongue.

He shifts abruptly and begins thrusting into me. Bracing myself against him, I push my fingertips into the skin on his back. I’m moaning into his ear, telling him how good he feels fucking me. He’s fucking me faster until I feel him forcefully grip my hips and pull me as near to him as he can manage. He holds me firmly in place as he spills himself into me; each pulse of release sends a chill through my body. It feels incredible.

Once he’s drained I pull myself from his lap. I reach between my legs, touching our shared wetness as I smear it over my clit, just ‘cause. I’m about to leave when I notice another pair of eyes focused on me. My eyes dart to where the focus is coming from and I’m surprised to see W. standing there. How long has she been there? I don’t mind, but I thought she wouldn’t want to watch something like this. If she had made herself known sooner, I would have tried pulling her in to join us. As they often say, it’s two, not one. She would make three. Three is better than both two and one.

Arguing with myself, again.

"You didn't have to do that."

"Sure, I did."

"You can't expect to accomplish something like that."

"Results weren't a significant concern."

"I don't understand you."

"Yes, you do."

"Maybe, a little."

"Please. You've known me for years. You know the ins and outs of my mind like the back of your/my hand. You practically are me when you choose to be."

"True."

"So how does it feel to know I really am trying to kill you?"

"You're only trying to kill me because you love me."

"Do I?"

"Yes."

"Yet I'm willing to sentence your memory into non-existence. Sounds like a cheap form of love."

"You just don't know how to love."

"True. Haven't had much time to practice that skill."

"Maybe you should."

"Maybe if I had the opportunity, I would."

"You're not taking me seriously."

"Of course I am. Hey, is that mustard on your face?"

"Yes. You can't keep doing what you're doing."

"I've got little reason to change."

"You don't even care do you?"

"Got little reason to do that too."

"So you'll do what now? Erase me and . . ."

"Dunno. Didn't think that far ahead."

"Maybe you should have."

"Maybe. Don't really have a reason to tho."

"What are you doing? Care dammit."

"Not this time. Consider the cycle severed. Thank you for riding, please watch your step on the way out."

Had a pretty random dream about Auron, a mod here.

I had just arrived at a meeting with other dreamers elsewhere. Everyone was sitting at an elongated table just chatting. Then when I looked to the center of the table did I spot Auron. He was sitting there quietly. Not talking to anyone else. Wondered why he was here, this was supposed to be a somewhat private function.

Then again, I suppose there are no rules in dreaming and there aren't any figurative locks one can put on a mind.

Anyway, guess he wanted to join! God knows why, it was a pointless meeting. Nothing was accomplished besides people simply arriving there.

Stumbled upon an idea for dreaming after having it repeated numerous times in my waking life. I've been looking at things from merely one end of the spectrum. For example, I read a thread recently where it mentioned how to stay in a dream when waking life gets too noisy. I usually go deeper to block it out, yet incorporating it was the new suggestion. There's also been some events in life where I would blame myself for having deficiencies but instead it was pointed out that it's possibly others who have them instead.

Anyway, I usually can interject myself into others dreams quite easily. I got to thinking, what if ...

I erase myself from their worlds instead of invading it?

Jumping into a WILD I begin my exploration of this concept. I know the perfect victim for my experiment and I have the proper motivation to delete myself from his awareness. I start digging, rummaging through his awareness. Searching for anything and everything linked to me. I see bits and pieces whiz by and I fill it with a blank white void, successfully erasing images, memories, anything associated with me or us.

As I'm casually taking out the pieces I want, I get to thinking.

Is this fair? Right? What if he'd like to keep these things from our history? Who am I to just delete at will?

I can feel a smirk forming.

He shouldn't care what I do, and when I'm done he'll have no reason to care at all. He will be untouched and his life emptier than when I entered it. What I give, I can take away too.

I continue sorting. Feels as though I'm in an information hub of awareness, there's just so much here. I begin to doubt the extent of how much I can erase. There's no way I can comb through all this crap.

A man appears. I vaguely recognize him, though these days everyone is familiar to me so I don't give it much thought. He asks me what I'm doing. I explain. He's watching with some fascination, asking questions here and there, commenting on much of it. I stumble upon larger memories and my pace slows. I remember some of these experiences, they were lovely.

I let him watch a clip or two before erasing. They are vivid and intimate pieces of our lives.

He asks me if I feel sad about removing these memories. I explain it's just an experiment. That and I don't care what happens with this persons life anymore. He's not mine to look after.

"Are you sure you want to do this?"

"Of course. Why not? I have no reason to care about him."

"These memories though, they look like something even I would want to hold on to."

"It's because you feel attachments to people. I have no reason to feel anything. Nothing to attach to. It doesn't matter to me."

I erase what he just viewed. Not too sure why I'm showing him what I'm doing either. Why not, I guess. His observation doesn't change things. It won't make a difference.

"By the way, what's your name anyway?"

"Nick."

I sit down at a bar, having a good time while I can.

"Buttery nipples for us!"

My favorite drink of this lifetime. Pure fun. I remember the one and only time I've had these in waking life. A friend's going away party with just three of us non-fucking lesbians.

I down a shot. It tastes exactly how I remember it. I wonder if this time I'll black out too. I don't.

Later in the night I head out and take myself for a walk in the snow.

Dream characters pop up alongside the sidewalk. I pass each one, watching as they fizzle out moments after their manifestation.

It's so empty these days. There's got to be someone I can create to have a play partner. I need to outdo the last creation. Something bigger and more encompassing, with numerous conflicting personality traits.

None of these match what I'm searching for. All I want is something entertaining.

I manifest myself a slice of pepperoni pizza and eat it while I think.

Already done everything I want in dreams. Not much interest in people at this point. Best experiences lately have been when interacting with animals. They don't ask questions. No titillating goals, no fears, no more concern. No more enthusiasm. Yet I have to be here nightly. I must find something worthwhile to do. Must be entertained. What to do.

Maybe I'll go and get hitched in dreaming. Find some muggle man to torment nightly. Create dream babies and adopt a demon or two. Maybe. That could be fun for a few weeks.

I'd rather play with aliens. Not a bad idea either. They might top 'animals' at this point.