i was walking down a street window shopping with a couple of friends when i noticed this gorgeous, tall, dark-haired and dark-eyed man crossing the road towards us. i thought in my head, "wow, he's amazingly intense looking!" but then quickly forgot about it as my friends were pointing at some cool things in a boutique window. we then turned and kept walking but i felt like i was being watched. i turned my head and glanced over my shoulder and sure enough, the sexy man was following us. he was intently staring back at me, and i got the distinct feeling he was admiring my ass! i was wearing jeans and felt suddenly self-concious about it but what could i do?

then, my friends disappeared and the pavement turned into a raised pathway made of wooden planks and all the storefronts looked like they were from the bygone days of the frontier - all brown wood and old fashioned gold lettering. i realized i somehow walked into a revival society's theme park or else gone back in time, because when i looked down i was wearing a lovely long 1800's style dress, with a corset and bustle and a full skirt and a lace shawl. i was still window shopping, though, and i when i paused to look in at a millinery's display, i saw not only my own reflection, but that of the incredibly gorgeous man, standing directly behind me. the look in his eyes, in the glass, caused me to feel at once aroused and afraid. he moved up close behind me and slid his hands around my corseted waist and drew me tightly up against his body. in the window reflection i watched in fascination as his head leaned down towards my neck and then i closed my eyes as i felt his lips raise shivers of pleasure from my flesh. we didn't speak or even really seem to breathe.

i felt i was in a daze. he stopped kissing me but kept his hands on my body, guiding me across the dirt road to a saloon or tavern. he pushed us through the door, threw coin money at the bartender and led me straight up the stairs. still we did not speak, i didn't even know his name, only that he was absolutely the most desirable man i'd ever laid eyes on.

the room was rustic, sparsely furnished. he shut and locked the door behind us by turning a skeleton key. he walked directly to the bed and pulled the covers completely aside, and then grabbed my hand and pulled me to him as he sat at the edge of the thin mattress. it didn't take him long to undo the corset and then all the buttons of my pretty pink blouse underneath. freed from my trappings he pushed me down onto the bed next to him, not smiling, not talking. i couldn't recall ever being so turned on in my life. i couldn't have wanted anything more than i wanted to make love to this stranger in the wild, wild west. he began pulling at the pearly buttons on the front of my skirt and i was all fumbly fingers at his vest and shirt. the room was mostly silent and warm, sunlight streaming in through filmy windows, wood beams of the floor and the bed creaking slightly. his hair was tousled, he could not stop staring into my eyes, i felt the shirt fall open and my fingertips sang against his bare chest. once my skirt was laid open he began to yank at his own belt buckle and i was so eager, so eager to see what he was about to unleash...

AND THEN I WOKE UP.


WHAT A RIP OFF, MAN.