The dream started simple enough. I was on a playground running and giggling girlishly. I loved my long hair flowing down about my shoulders. There were many other girls and boys on the playground. Some were on the slide and jungle gym. Others on the teeter- totter and kickball field. I was making my way pass the basketball court and over to the swings. My skin was so smooth and soft and my beauty seemed ever lasting.
How pretty it is to be a little girl in 1970s. I watch a little boy playing in a sandbox with his Star Wars land speeder as I grabbed hold of a bar extending from the swings. I kicked off my wooden clogs and looked at my tiny feet encased in nylons as I swung upside down in my red dress with polka dots. I don’t know if I wanted to show off my hose covered panties to the kids or just having fun without a care. Dreams are funny that way.
I am going into the red school house and sitting at my desk. Bags were taped before each with our names on it. As they teacher calls us up front one at a time, we all have a second bag in our hands. When the teacher signals we move about the desks and drop Valentine Day cards in one another mailboxes. I smile at a boy as he drops a card in mine.
I am in a pretty blue dress. My chest is no longer flat, but has a heavy, fleshy weight attached to it. My big chest, narrow waist and flaring hips filled out the dress nicely. I step back as the guy I’m facing steps forward. The two of us dance well together. When the dance is over, I curtsy politely to his bow. He takes me to his topless car and takes me home. I love the wind in my waist length hair and we kiss on my door steps. Butterflies seem to fill my stomach.
I am in a white gown. A four corner hat on my head and matching heels on my feet. I’m feeling the pinch of my toes together. The pain is enough that I take the shoes off and walk in my nylon stocking feet through the grass with a boy in a red graduation gown beside me. We walk up in rolls of two and each in turn get to graduate high school.
Now I know that it is a dream. Time is moving much to fast to be reality. I stamp of barefoot with its toes painted purple. I am wearing a tank top and shortly shorts that match the color of my nails. The kitchen tile is cold to my bare feet. I’m standing behind the kitchen counter beside the stove fixing a meal for my husband (or boyfriend) and I’m gloriously happy inside.
The door to the kitchen opens and in comes Harpo Marx from the old Marx Brothers movies I used to watch on American Movie Classics. The mute star honks a horn to signal he is home and starts to case me out of the kitchen. I find myself running from him it a giddy girlish manner of fun. He chases me through my Uncle’s living room, my parents dinning room and my grand parents family room.
I run through a doorway and find myself in an isle in Toys R US. I slip and the wet fall and fall face down before the employee back store room. The door swings open and Darth Vader is standing over me with a light saber in his hand. I sit up with my knees together and my toes pointed outward. I’m just too scared to move.
I’m getting into a panic. My dream has gone from so good to so very bad. I could do nothing but arch my back and stare up in terror as the large figure in black approached me. The light saber forces my legs even further apart and began to vibrate into my pussy like a glowing dildo.
Vader takes off his mask and its the face of my lover underneath. I find myself naked on a bear skin rug in front of the fire place. All on clothes are laying about around me. I want to put them back on, but my lover won’t let me. He starts to suck my nipples and use his saber in vagina until I screamed out with orgasm after orgasm.
I am helpless. But I don’t try to resist because in this dream I love him. I would do anything to please him. Despite the warmth of the fire, we shivered in one another arms until the alarm clock goes up and wakes me from a dream that I wish never had to end.
THE END
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