Nikki's Dreams
By: K.L. Miller
12 January 2010
"I wake up exhausted," Nikki sighs... with good Reason.
The Tale finished by that sigh comes from deep within her, judging by the vivid details; of course... the details she omitted reflected darkly in her gaze, for those were Moments when she avoided direct contact. She takes a sip from the bottled water before her, letting her gaze drift aimlessly until it settles on the bottle cap she plays with... carefully. I can See her Thoughts clicking, and for a Moment, allow her Solace.
Were I a Shrink... or just a normal Good Friend, I'd tell her dreaming about sex in general meant she needed to Get Laid; the repeated Bondage themes, however, sparked Dark Thoughts... in her as well as my own Twisted Mind. For my Part... I wondered, almost haphazardly, why some Females Dream of a Known Lover... a Lover who Knows them INTIMATELY... who Takes them, and the only thing they Focus on is the Restraint. Nikki is like this, her Tone echoes with Frustration... just as it has this seething, though doing so quietly, Lustful edge about it; however... she divulges this Tale not because of some silly need to get it off her chest... but because of something she's already done.
She places the cap onto the plastic bottle and turns, sealing it with slow, carefully measured and observed pulse-twists; a casual observer will see that her eyes seemed fixed; her Features appear concerned about something, yet also... slightly amazed, perhaps amusingly awestruck. She stares at my Face, searching for something that might be Understanding... except she's not exactly sure she wants to See that. Recently, Dreams Decades old have earned a very specific taint on their image, scent, flavor and Feel; she tells me of old and New, yet does not overtly connect them. Instead, as she searches my lips for some hint of Explanation; I ripple my body, adjusting my seating position... but the Movement does not reach my head, just the neck; Nikki pauses...
"Are you Satisfied?"
Her eyes explode; HE KNOWS!!!
May have been a guess for all I know... but not likely; she lacked the afterglow smile, or any other indicator that waking up after multiple forced orgasms had done anything other than piss her off come Waking Hours. Mind... my eyes were, more or less, Focused in her direction; what I Saw, however, was nothing short of a primal sneer pulling at her post-orgasmic, sensory-overloaded SOUL... Nikki rolls between her palms, forcing the rest of her body to remain perfectly attentive; I entertain adding a new Bondage Twist to another tale: complete hand Restraint... right down to the fingertips; absolutely hideous as a Thought... practically medieval. And Nikki, addicted to my Twisted Tales, will read; the Dreams will plunge into a Place she's never been... but Knows all too well lies Within her Frame... her Essence.
Her eyes lower, though the after-image... a playful minx... lingers for less than a stray heartbeat; it stinks of Fear, with a barely Scented Chaos-spawned desperation/pseudo-Hope. Her lips move to answer, and her body suddenly moves as if uncomfortable; no Words slip from those painted lips; she does not look up until a passable lie masks her features, only to wither away beneath my barely amused, Snape-frozen mockery. It's Sexist to suggest she attempted to Womanly Charm me; it is also only partially correct.
Nikki's Dreams reside within her, God, the few paper journals she still keeps... and the Twisted Mind she now ponders; I let a smile end-morph onto my lips, though only Dark Humor flickered behind my gaze as I stretched my spine. Our Server, carefully watching for my Signal, seems to wander over in such a fashion that Nikki can spot them and go silent, though plastering Guilt over her features was, at least with this particular Soul, an utterly useless Lie; I have few Secrets from this one. So, eventually, Nikki's Tales/Dreams will become part of her Thoughts... if we ever hook up and actually get beyond a shitload of Drama. In the meanwhile... here, Nikki is quite True in her belief that her Secret is Safe within this Twisted Mind.
And yet... there is this one annoying part in all of this; her eventual Reply, though it came from the Heart, was perhaps second only in danger to WHY?
"What do you think they mean?"
Time can Exist eternally as Sound traveled from her lips to my ears; our Server's aura Pulses, warned to the Reality of that Moment by Experience. For my part... I Will her Walls/Defenses to simply dissipate, leaving her Soul naked for my Examination; I accomplish this... simply by leveling the Master's Gaze upon her eyes.