Author's Note: Just a sampler, to a possible series. Your thoughts are very welcome.


Jackie raced through the entry hall, tossed her running shoes in the corner, stretched (too fast to be of any value), jumped into and out of the shower as quickly as possible, pulled on her dressing gown, put on the CD of Wasis Diop singing "Everything ... is never quite enough" and threw herself on the settee, in the warmth of the sun.

"Phew... okay, let's go," she said to herself and shut her eyes, longing for sleep to creep over her.

She didn't have to wait very long. After an exhausting week, she was quick to relax and doze off.

A great sense of calm enveloped her. She felt as if she was descending into another world. She was eagerly searching for that place in her brain from where she could command her dreams. Those dreams that brought waves of pleasure so intense that she felt they were real.

She had already decided on the ingredients of this new dream and was concentrating hard to find the starting point. If only she could get to that point, then the rest would flow naturally.

Suddenly, she was shocked by a violent crash. She tried to open her eyes, but before she could do so, she was pinned to the settee by strong arms and something soft and dark was pulled over her head.

Her heart was pounding.

She felt herself lifted from the settee, carried out of the room and up the stairs. At the top of the stairs she was turned and carried towards the front of the house and into what must have been her bedroom. Her dressing gown was quickly pulled off her. Naked, she was held down, spread-eagled, on the bed.

Normally, she should have been screaming, but she could smell a familiar perfume in the air. It had a strange, calming effect on her, even in this situation.

Something was being attached to her ankles. Then her feet were released and strong hands held her thighs down onto the bed, as something else was attached just above her knees. Once finished, the hands released her legs.

She tried to kick out, but was unable to. Her feet were anchored firmly, her thighs held wide open and she could not move her legs. She felt warm fingers run up between her thighs and hesitate as they brushed across her sex. Jackie felt a shiver run across her abdomen.

She felt her upper body being lifted from the bed until she was sat upright, her arms held tightly to her sides. Warm lips cupped her left nipple and sucked gently for a few seconds, as if to reassure her. At the same time, she felt her shoulders being enveloped in some kind of wrapping. It was warm, supple and tight.

The lips left her nipple and the wrapping process continued. It came down over her breasts pressing them tightly together. A gentle hand seemed to feed each of her nipples through holes made in the wrapping, so her nipples and aureoles were exposed, while the rest of her breasts were pressed tightly against her chest. The wrapping descended across her stomach, tighter now, holding her stomach like a corset. As she breathed in, the wrapping was tightened. When she breathed out, she felt just how tight. In a strange way, it was reassuring and exciting. Her upper body was lowered down onto the bed again.

The wrapping process was stopped only after her buttocks were lifted from the bed and the wrapping tightly applied around her buttocks and lower abdomen.
As she lay on the bed, completely immobilised, she heard two sets of footsteps go down the stairs and the front door close.

The kind lips returned to her exposed nipples as she felt the warmth of her body rise in the strange, supple wrapping in which she was enveloped. Fingers started to explore her exposed sex. It was infuriating, as with the covering on her head, she could see nothing of what was happening. Her sex was opening eagerly to the probing fingers and the increasing sensations from her nipples.

Jackie felt a smooth object pushing against her sex. She tried to resist by closing her legs, but no movement was possible. Like a helpless worm on a road, she tried to resist her situation by undulating her body. It was useless. Something was pushed into her and her lips closed around it, blocking its escape. A second object was pushed against her lips and similarly, entered to have its exit blocked by her lips closing around it.

She shuddered. Trying again to move, all she could feel was her vaginal muscles moving the two objects around inside her. The objects seemed to rub together and against her inner walls. The sensation was strange at first, and then it became very pleasant. It was almost as if two tiny men were inside her, gently rubbing the sensitive walls of her inner sanctum.

As she relaxed, the pleasure grew. She couldn't resist contracting her muscles to increase the sensations from the two objects inside her. The first wave of orgasm started to wash across her. It rose slowly at first, but her lack of ability to move and the warmth of the wrapping intensified the sensations very quickly. The first orgasm was an explosion in her mind and her vagina that seemed to then touch every nerve in her body. She cried out and jerked on the bed.

Once the intensity ebbed, she started to relax again. However, she found that as soon as she relaxed her muscles, the two objects started to move slightly inside her and brushed gently across the sensitised walls of her vagina again. The second orgasm was more intense than the first.

She was sweating hard now and gasping for air. The cycle was the same each time... after the intensity of the orgasm, the relaxation of her muscles made the two objects move again and the cycle started over.

After what seemed several hours later, she felt a hand on her sex and fingers probing inside her. It prompted the sensations of another orgasm. Just at the moment of orgasm, the two objects were gently, but quickly pulled from her vagina. The intensity was so high that Jackie shuddered, cried out and then fainted.

She awoke to the sensation of something very hot and moist against her sex. A tongue was exploring her. It lapped at her juices and the tip lashed at her clitoris. It then stopped and she felt it again on her nipples.

The tongue and lips worked furiously across her exposed nipples, while teeth nibbled occasionally. She felt a smooth, hot object touch her sex. She could feel her juices dripping through her pubic hair and between her tightly enveloped buttocks. Her sex must have been wide-open, as she felt no resistance. The object slid easily into her, then withdrew. She sighed. Again the object entered her, deeper this time, and withdrew. Once more it entered, deeper still. The rhythm was building; in and out, it slipped, faster and faster. It started to change its angle and rub against her vaginal walls. The intensity was building. It filled her with a burning heat. Suddenly, she felt a spurting of hot fluid inside her and another powerful orgasm.

The movement stopped and Jackie sighed, before slipping into a deep sleep. She dreamed she was floating above the bed and then down the stairs, enveloped in a wonderful warmth.

Shivering, she opened her eyes. It was dark. She rubbed her eyes and pulled her dressing gown around her. She looked at the clock "19:00! Wow, what happened to the afternoon? I must eat and finish my assignment."

Jackie stood up. "Aie!" her thighs were aching. "Perhaps I should have stretched more slowly."

"Strange," she thought. As she walked to the kitchen, she could feel a warm fluid running down the inside of her thighs. She ran her fingers under her dressing gown and between her thighs. She was shocked to feel her open sex dripping onto her fingers.
"Good grief," these afternoon naps are really something," she thought.

She towelled herself off and started doing her swim stretches, as she waited for her homemade pizza to heat, "Roll on next Sunday's run... Mmmmmm."