ANR and the Phantasmagoric

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As the cold front moved into the area, the highs of the day became in the mid 70’s with lows in the 50’s. The first day of the weather, everyone was opening their windows, to air out the interior. But my Lady had an altogether different idea of how the Fall weather should be celebrated.
The night before, I wrestled in my dreams. I could not quite remember, but I remember seeing flashes of a field, a bed—no a hay ride? A hay bed? Whatever it was, it seemed to be covered by some kind of canopy with many holes in it.
That morning, My Lady called me, and informed me to bring my green wagon to her house at the fall of night. It was odd, dejavu in fact. Her request—her words—even her tone of voice was so familiar. Without hesitation I agreed.
That night, I loaded the green wagon in the truck and drove to her house. As I got there, another sense of dejavu came over me. It was as if I had done this before. Yes—obviously I have been here before—her bed, he living room, even her back porch, from her breasts to lips below, I have obviously been here. That was not what the sensation was about. It was the request, the call, what I was doing now. It was as if I was following some kind of script. As if I was in the Truman show.
I shook off the feeling and wheeled the wagon to her front door. As I reached the door, a note said, ‘Around back pet’
I wheeled the wagon around the side of her house, a place I had never been. In her bushes, I could see crystals, deep within. Why were they—her breasts. I remember on the back porch, the fire lit in the pit, and suckling her in the cool air as she gazed off into the night, holding my head and directing my movements.
Suddenly I was startled with snapping in front of my face. I looked up and there was my Lady, wearing a black tight top and jeans. She looked at me, “Dreaming of something good.”
I had frozen where I was starting inside the bushes at the cr—she snapped again, “Go into the back yard, and load up the tiki torches.”
Without hesitation, I did as she said. Just as I was about to something, she pointed to the table where several blankets and pillows were laying, “Load these too.”
Again, I did as she said. Afterwards she hugged me, and looked deep into my soul with those bewitching hazel eyes, “A night of fanatical dreams to be had. Follow me pet.”
I followed her out through back yard and down into the pasture and beyond the tree line. There was no real path to go on. I was grateful I has the green garden wagon, as the large tires did well on the uneven forest terrain.
For what seemed like several miles, we ventured into the forest, until finally we came to a clearing. All around were pumpkins. There were orange ones, white ones, fat, small, lumpy, mixed, and several other types of quash variety. But there were not on a vine, no, this was arranged. It was a pumpkin patch.
As we ventured deeper in, I could see the signs for the hay ride, the maze, and the refreshments. I felt compelled to ask, “Are we trespass—”
She turned around, with a glowing crystal around her neck. Her breasts were so large. So form fitted to the shirt. My mouth salivated. The moon light danced off her shirt as if there were silver flakes within. I could almost hear the nipples, hardened by the cold, rubbing against the fabi— snapping again. “Wake up pet.”
As I looked, there were haybales laid out to form a large bench, about the size of a king-sized bed. She reached down and took the blankets and pillows from the wagon. “Pet, set up the tiki torches in a circle around the hay.”
I nodded and did as she said. In the meantime, she took the blankets and one by one, placed them over the haybales, then placed the pillows in a u-shaped pattern. I smiled at her, “How are we going to light the torches.”
“The are already lit pet.”
I looked around, and indeed, they were!
When I turned around, she lifted the shirt from her body, exposing those beautiful round breasts to my eyes. I wiped my lips quickly, to prevent drooling. The crystal remained between her breasts, glowing. She then undid her jeans and slipped them off. I was frozen in stunned amazement. I watched as she sensually pulled back one layer of the blankets and crawled inside, resting her head on the middle pillow. “Join me my pet.”
As I crawled in, the flickering light of the tiki torches and the crystal made the art work of her tattoos dance in the night. “Warm them for me,” she said as she guided my head down to her breast, my lips to her areola, and my tongue to her nipple. I felt the blanket close over my head, and through the blanket, she wrapped her arms around me, trapping me to her chest, as I suckled endlessly.
I could feel her heartbeat through her breast. It was strong as her breathing deepened and her body relaxed. Her moans and slight movements guided me to be in the best spot as the euphoria of the moment took hold.
The hay was not well packed, and soon I began to sink into it. As I did, she rolled further on top of me, trapping my head between her breast the make-shit-bed. Soon she was so far onto me, she simply removed her left breast and placed her right breast into my suckle. I was more trapped than ever, but at the same time, freer than ever. I suckled with intent and desire, passion and romance, my arms wrapped around her, trapping her to me, as the embrace was witnessed by the fire and the night.
After a long, long suckle, she turned herself around, with her legs placed on either side of me. I could see up her back as her arms outstretched and her hands grabbed onto the tiki torches for support, “Suckle me,” she said.
My tongue reached out as she sat back, meeting her lips and parting them for her clit to enter my mouth. As my lips massaged the base of her clit, my tongue licked it back and forth, just like her nipple.
She moved back and forth as the hay was squeezed by her knees, pressing me upwards as she sat furth down, giving me her whole weight. It was the most beautiful embrace of passion and extasy. She rode for such a long time. I looked up and swear I could see the moon moving across the sky. All the while, her clit remained in my mouth, being massages and bathed by my tongue as it juices gathered and were swallowed time after time.
Finally, she turned, and laid back down upon me, her left breast pressed into my waiting lips. As I opened my eyes, there was the crystal, still around her neck, glowing. My eyes fixed upon it then suddenly…
My phone rang. I grabbed it as I was laying in bed. “Pet, are you awake?”
“Yes, my Lady.”
“Can you bring your green garden wagon tonight? I think we need to celebrate the coming of Fall.”
As I stood out of bed, I tried to remember the dream I had just been having. I remember seeing flashes of a field, a bed—no a hay ride? A hay bed? Whatever it was, it seemed to be covered by some kind of canopy with many holes in it. Then the crystal. I suddenly felt—those breasts. How I remember how luxurious they were. The soft feeling of the skin-to-skin magic…………

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