Meeting My Erotic Dream In The Casino
Right Time. Right place. And THAT chemistry…
Again such a dreary evening, on which boredom screams from every corner. Sitting on the couch, I watch a little television. A film starring a beautiful woman who has everything you could want. My eyes are getting heavier and heavier, but somehow I can’t take them away from the flat screen. Then everything goes dark for a moment.
When I wake up, everything seems like a simple dream. I am suddenly on the beach and there is no trace of boredom here. There are people everywhere having fun. I feel the light sea breeze on my skin and the warm rays of the sun. No matter where I turn my gaze, I can see a lot of beautiful women, each more beautiful than the other.
“Am I in paradise?”
Suddenly I feel a slight impact on the back of my head and then a thud. A ball bounced off me and landed right behind me. When I pick it up and want to throw it back, the blow hits me.
Not far from me is perfection. Long and tanned legs decorated with various tattoos. A narrow waist and perfectly shaped breasts covered by a tight bikini top. This dream body is crowned by a flawless face that looks like a painting. Slight freckles stretch over the narrow features from which sparkling azure eyes shine. The bright red hair stands out from the crowd.
“Hello? Would you please toss me the ball?”
My knees weaken at the sound of her sensual tone.
I shiver, play with the ball between my hands like a nervous child, and finally toss it to her. She turns away with thanks and a warm smile. My gaze falls on her perfect bottom and as if noticing, she turns around again.
“Is that all my erotic dream?” I ask briefly.
A little later I find myself in a large hotel complex that I could see from the beach. Luxurious, impressive, and crammed with guests who embody style and class. Even after the sun has set, the temperatures are still good enough to wear shorts. Many of the men are wearing suits and some of the women are dressed in neat evening wear. A sign reads:
“Left to Pool — Right to Casino”
When I reach into my pocket, I can feel something. A key with room number 325. I step into the elevator and head to the third floor. When leaving, I enter a splendid and elegantly furnished corridor. Far ahead is a maid who dusts the numerous pictures on the wall. Step by step I sneak through the hallway and look for the room with the number 325. A little later I stand in front of the door, put the key in the lock, and hear a click as it turns.
I let the door fall behind me, feel the wall and turn on the light switch. A cozy room, the center of which is a large bed, and behind which there is a large picture window. I look through the glass front and see the pool area.
Young people have gathered to enjoy the evening with cocktails in hand. The bright red-haired people fall into focus like in a movie scene, while everything else is blurred. The decision, whether pool or casino, has been made. As I turn around, I see a tuxedo lying on my bed. My swim trunks are too ugly to wear here so elegant attire is my only option.
A little later and looking more stylish than ever before, I’m back in the foyer. As if by themselves, my feet move in the direction of the casino, where there is a world that is strange to me. Beautiful women run with trays and drinks through the seemingly endless room. Whispers can be heard everywhere. Shortly after sitting down at a blackjack table, I can’t believe my eyes. The last free seat in the round is occupied by the woman who seems to be following me. The bank loses in one piece and my stacks keep getting bigger.
Enough, I leave the group.
When I get back to my floor — a lot richer — I see a small envelope in front of my door. I knock, the door opens and there she stands. Wrapped in a black negligee through which her slightly tanned skin gleams. Without many words, she pulls me into the room by the waistband, puts her finger on my mouth, and slowly slides down.
A tension arises between my legs as my cock is just waiting to explode. I pull her to me, we let ourselves fall on the bed loving tenderly and intensely. As she sits on top of me and moves rhythmically, she puts my hands on her chest. This soft feeling in my hands and the warm, enveloping feeling of her pelvis swaying back and forth, makes me breathe more impulsively. If this was really my erotic dream, I don’t want to wake up anymore.
She grabs my hands and presses them onto the bed to gently fall over to me. I can feel her warm and almost fiery breaths on my throat. My arms encircle her and our movement becomes an erotic flow. As if everything just came down to this one moment, the smallest chemistry is right between us. The entire room fills with a passion that probably only springs from my imagination, but feels incredibly real. Her azure blue eyes captivate me, so shortly afterward she lies below me and brushes her hands over my face.
“Do you know that you have something very special?”
She asks me and before I can answer her, I am back on the couch in my dreary apartment. I can hardly stand the longing for closeness. I would give anything to be able to have such an intense experience outside of the dream world now. I pick up the phone and try and connect with the High Class Escort service in Frankfurt to meet my erotic dream in reality.
