MANSTORY
For in the beginning there was nothing...then God created Adam
written and dreamt by: PMH

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Harriet's place smelled very sweet and fresh as she opened the door and walked inside. I waited at the door for her to invite me in and she turned, looking over her shoulder and smiled and said, "Well, aren't you going to come in?". Her flat was nicely furnished with paintings on the wall, and a few sculptures on carefully placed shelves. As with most women's apartments, it was light and airy and very clean, not at all like my flat. She took off her jacket and asked if I would like something to drink, perhaps some wine?

"Of course." I answered as I looked at pictures of Harriet and her family around the wall. On the far wall was a set of photos framed neatly in a photo series matte that showed her with her arm around some guy. He was bigger than me but a bit pudgy looking and he seemed very sheepish. I walked away and over to some paintings, all by artists I didn't recognize. Most were abstract landscapes with attention being placed on color and not representation. I smiled as Harriet walked back into the room and asked me to sit on the couch. She handed me a glass and she held her's up as she sat down. She crossed her legs and sat back, brushing a strand of hair from her eyes. She was very beautiful, I loved the way she looked in the soft light of her room. Her pale British skin glowed in the yellowish light and the little lines to the side of her mouth were so wonderfully cute, I wanted to kiss them right then. Harriet looked at me and said, "So? Are all your friends like that?"

"What? You mean those guys? Well, only the more compassionate ones, you should meet some of the people who really don't like me!" We laughed uncomfortably and I took her hand and said, "Harriet, you know something is strange and you know that you..." I had a big long speech worked out but Harriet put her finger to my lips and shushed me on the spot. I stopped talking and we leaned in closer, looking into each others eyes. I was literally trembling with anticipation of another of her kisses and she smiled devilishly and she said, "So?"

"W..What?" I asked confused and a little shaken because she didn't kiss me.

"So, why me? Why are you so interested in me?" and with this said, Harriet backed away from me and took another sip of her wine. I realized that I hadn't drank any of my wine yet and I took a sip. It was very good wine, sweet but with a hint of crispness that left your mouth feeling cool and your body relaxed.

"Good wine." I said. Harriet smiled and continued to wait for me to say something, I looked at her and said, "This is going to be more complicated than you may think."

"Oh really? Why is it complicated?" Harriet asked and she glanced up at the clock. It was obvious that she was expecting Paula to walk in any time and I waited for her to ask me to leave. She didn't.

"Do you ever think about why you dream?" I asked.

"Hmmm...good question. Why do you ask?" Harriet asked looking at me as if I was getting stranger by the second.

"Ahhhh..no fair, you can't answer a question with a question!" I said smiling and Harriet smiled slyly, maybe a bit annoyed and then she looked over at the window and said, "I don't know. I guess I never really thought about it. I guess it's just part of our subconscious, just something that we store inside and it comes out at night."

"But have you ever dreamt something that you just couldn't explain? Visits to a landscape that you have never seen before? People speaking in languages you've never heard before?" I asked watching Harriets eyes, looking for a sign of recognition. There was none. My heart began to sink and I was no longer sure that Harriet was the one. All this time, risking everything and Harriet might just be a normal woman, with a normal life and there would be no way to make her understand. Harriet looked at me and said, "Do go on."

"Well, it's hard to explain but dreams are just dreams perhaps, but perhaps they are a bit more. I don't know, you don't know. But something is hidden, something is there that comes out in dreams and we all, everybody, dreams of worlds, people, places that are more fantastic than anything we have ever experienced here. And sometimes we have dreams that as soon as we wake we loose the dream. Like mists or vapor they just dissipate and within a few minutes upon waking they are gone."

"Yes, and so this is all leading to...?" Harriet asked, beginning to think perhaps that I was a bit insane. I looked out the window and thought to myself how to explain something that most people just couldn't possibly imagine. Then I smiled and said, "Do you want to try something?"

"I'm not doing anything crazy and if this is just a cheap attempt to get in my pants, I've got news for you!" Harriet said accusingly. I looked at her and said, "Harriet, sooner or later you are going to have to stop thinking I'm only after you for sex. Trust me, sex is just the end of something erotic, there are worlds upon worlds of erotic pleasure, not all of them involve getting in your pants. But right now I just want to show you something and it doesn't involve your pants in the least bit." Now I was a bit angry. I couldn't help it, after all I had gone through to just get her to sit here with me now. But how could she know the risks I've taken, how could she know what might happen to me still just because I'm sitting with her now? So I let my anger go like falling leaves and felt it pass away. She could sense my calm and she sat with me on her shaggy blue rug. We had to move her coffee table out of the way so we would have room to sit facing each other like we were meditating. Once on the floor I could see that Harriet felt a little strange. She hadn't seen nothin' yet!

"Let me have the dream stone I gave you." I said and Harriet felt her neck for where it should be hanging and a sudden look of shock passed over her face when she felt that it wasn't there! She looked at me and I held out my hand and opened it to reveal the dream stone. Then I said, "See? Worlds upon worlds. One were the dreamstone is still around your neck, one where it is in my hand and one..." then I closed my hand and reopened it, "..and one where the chain attached to the stone is no longer there, maybe it never was." I said smiling.

"So you are a magician?" Harriet asked.

"No, not really. Magic is based on tricking you into seeing something that isn't real. What I'm telling you is that different realities exist. That you and I and everything you see around you are not all that is." But she didn't understand. Her mind was locked into this reality, into the fact that I was here, in her apartment and soon Paula would arrive and sit behind us as we meditated. Harriet would see Paula and her heart would leap up and she would be happy, a happiness that I can never equal because in this reality there are rules, guidelines and I am only what she thinks she sees. My sister had warned me before I even came here that it was useless to attempt this. She had said, "What you are asking someone to do is believe in something that they cannot see and cannot feel, you are asking those creatures you care for to look into a place that has been closed to them. Listen lover, when you are locked into a reality, then for you that reality is as real as anything. If you go there and try to do this, you are going to fail and then you will end up like everyone else who has ever tried to open them, dead."

"But you are wrong." I had said foolishly, "It's different, I mean I know that I risk everything by trying to tell her the truth, but I think she can handle it, I believe in her and I think she will believe in me. I really don't think she will close herself off, she isn't like all the other people. And that reminds me, can you just start saying "people" and not "Them" and "Those creatures". You sound like a fucking Nazi." I had said angrily. She just looked at me and then laughed and said, "Well, if you insist on being a fucking nutcase, then I'm going with you. When the mobs start taking to the street to rip you apart, I'm at least going to be there to try to save your worthless ass." I had smiled at her and thought to myself that I really don't deserve her love. But she understood and I had watched her do worse things over the course of history.

"Listen, I don't know what the hell you are talking about and my company is going to be here any minute, perhaps you should go?" Harriet said, trying to stand. I was snapped back to her apartment and suddenly I felt very lonely, I was doubting this original mission and that wasn't good. I had to be strong, I had to believe that this would work.

"I know you think I'm crazy and maybe you are right, but I do want to show you something and then when I'm done, you can say goodbye and I'll leave you alone." I pulled out a metal egg shaped object, not much bigger than the stone. I clicked a latch at the bottom and six metal pedals opened and I placed the stone inside. Harriet sat back down and watched what I was doing. I closed the pedals and then I turned a small metal ring in the center. The metal started to glow as if it was getting hotter and I placed it on my other palm and it started to spin. Within a few seconds, the metal pieces separated from the center and began to spin around and around. Harriet stared in amazement and she tried to ask a question but right as she did, I dropped my hand and the spinning now continued in mid air.

"What is it doing?" Harriet asked dumbfounded.

"Just sit where you are and look at the center, at the stone." I said looking and waiting. Then Harriet looked up and started to say, "Is this some kind of..." but as soon as she looked around, she stopped. Her eyes got wider and wider and then she said, "My dear God!"

"Perhaps." I said smiling.

The air around us hummed with the crackle of fresh electric transfer and Harriet simply couldn't believe the thousands of tiny lights that flew around us. She didn't move at first and I watched as her eyes bounced around following the little trails of light. I don't think she was even breathing as the little glowing lights moved closer and closer to us. A smile curled across Harriet's face, maybe the first real smile I had seen from her and then the lights changed from lights to little glowing figures. Tiny forms glowing light and because they were made of light, you could only see the shape, but no details. I didn't watch them however, I watched Harriet, she was glowing and the shadows danced across her face as the little balls of light passed by. Harriet was radiant and her skin seemed to glow in the bluish light and her eyes were alive and happy and she said, "Wow! What..." but before she could get the sentence out of her mouth, the little creatures were gone, scarcely a trail of light to show they were here and they were replaced with complete darkness. I reached out and touched Harriet's hands and she grasped mine firmly.

"Don't be afraid Harriet, we are simply passing through." I said calmly, trying to make my voice show no sign of fear.

"Passing through? What is happening?" Harriet asked, the edge of panic starting to filter into her voice. I pulled myself closer and the ground fell out from beneath us and Harriet screamed. There was no sense of falling, only now there was no sense of anything other than her and I. I held her close and she held tightly onto me, pressing her warm body into mine for the first time. Then as quickly as the darkness had set upon us, there was light, only a dim light but a sense of something. Then there were stars and the sounds of the forest and Harriet and I were standing in a clearing. Harriet looked around and up at the stars, a crisp wind blew across us and Harriet's white silk dress blew out and billowed behind her. I pulled away from her, pulling her hands up and out so as to get a better look at her and then I said, "My God Harriet! You are absolutely beautiful! That dress fits you perfectly and you are radiant in the moonlight. May I have this dance?" Harriet looked down at the dress, pulling her hands away from mine and pulling the silky, feather light fabric out from her. A thousand stars danced above our heads and the trees swayed easily in the gentle breeze and then, as if on cue, a hundred little downy seedlings from the trees released and circled around Harriet and she laughed and spun around in them, her tiny little hands reaching out for them but unable to catch a one. I laughed at her dance and joined in, both of us skipping around in the dew covered grasses and the little white seeds floating around our heads. Harriet was absolutely glowing with beauty, her dress was fine silver white, and did not cover so much as enhance the gentle curves of her beautiful body. Her short dark hair flowed in the breeze and glimmered with moonlight, catching each silver ray and giving it meaning. Her face was soft and smooth and her red supple lips glimmered as if painted wet with dew. The dress hung off her small, soft shoulders and as she danced her neck seemed to invite a thousand kisses from a thousand lips. I caught the little curves of her small breasts through the silky fabric, each one soft and gently shaped. Both her dark nipples seemed to soften in the moonlight and I found myself completely entranced by her innocent beauty. She twirled and lifted her leg gracefully, the wind lifting her and placing her down like a small feather on the breeze. She giggled with delight and I smiled at her joy. Then in one swift motion I caught myself in her dance and my hands found her's and we began to spin. Now the cool dew covered grass was replaced by a reflective marble tile floor, elaborately decorated with intricate designs of flora and fauna. The whole tile floor created a large Muncha painting of exquisite design and beauty. We danced to the music that flowed from the shadows and my simple clothes were gone and now were replaced by a elaborate suit of the finest material. Harriet looked at me and her eyes filled with awe as she ran her tiny fingers through my hair and then we kissed.

Her lips were soft and warm and when our tongues touched I felt my body warm and I pulled Harriet closer. I ran my hands down her small back and across the gentle curve of her bum and she let out a soft moan that was more music to my ears than the instruments that played around us. When we finally came up for air Harriet's eyes only half opened and she looked around the room we were now in, and she smiled at the hundreds of people dancing around us. But we didn't care about anyone else, because there was only the music, the sweet air and our warm loving caress. Harriet let her hands trace down my back as well and then across my chest and she looked deep into my eyes.

"Who are you?" Harriet said dreamily and then I realized she wasn't asking she was just simply accepting that I wasn't something, this place wasn't something, she could understand. She laid her head on my shoulders and I smelled her hair as it curled across my face, it was the scent of fresh spring time and moonlit flowers. A gentle breeze passed across my back and I looked up to see that we were standing on a balcony over looking a perfect English garden. A maze of manicured bushes led down to a beautiful rose garden and Harriet looked down at the garden and then back into my eyes. Her arms wrapped around my shoulders and she said, "Isn't it beautiful?"

"Yes, it is." I said, noticing that my voice was now deeper, my shoulders fuller and my hands bigger. Apparently Harriet liked her men a bit larger than I usually am and so her mind had produced a better me. Then she drew in a deep breath and looked out at the rose garden and said, "I had a friend who got lost here once. She was playing a game with friends," then she seemed to think about it and her face seemed bothered but she went on, "well, I'm not sure they were friends because they left her in the garden. It was late at night and she was cold, alone and afraid. She..she heard a dog bark ...somewhere and she wondered what would happen if the dog came and found her in the garden?" Then a I heard the barking of a dog in the distance and when I looked back, Harriet was gone. I turned and put my hands on the rails of the balcony and looked down and saw a small naked girl in the rose garden, she covered her small nude body with her hands and arms and she looked from side to side, afraid and alone. The balcony was starting to disappear from under me and I realized that Harriet had now been lost in her own dream world and if not for the stone that I was still touching back in Harriet's flat, I would have been removed from her dream, leaving Harriet alone to face her recurring nightmare. I jumped off the balcony and as I flew down to the ground I replaced my 18th century suit with dark leather pants and a tight black shirt and a black leather coat that billowed behind me. The sound of the dog barking became three dogs and I saw the shape of several wolf like creatures move past me in the bushes ahead. I ran through the trees, trying to get to my sweet Harriet before her nightmares did. A wolf like dog ran past me, not paying any attention to me because I was not part of it's world, I was not supposed to be here and it could no more care that I was here than the bugs that circled my head. I leapt into the air, trailing over the tips of the bushes and the small girl Harriet, nude and afraid didn't notice me as I came down right in front of her. She was paralyzed with fear as the wolf dogs circled her, moving in for the kill. Tiny tears flowed down the cute little girl Harriet's face as she tried to curl up into a small ball so that the wolves wouldn't get her. I walked up to her and stretched out my hand and little Harriet looked up at me, shock, fear and confusion on her face. Then a dog made a leap for us and I waited stretching out my arm catching the wolf dog by the neck and stopping it's attack in mid air. Harriet looked on confused and then screamed. I threw the dog to the ground and Harriet ran into the folds of my long coat and her small body curled around my legs. With the little girl Harriet safely in my coat and unable to see, I smiled at the dogs and motioned for them to leave. The nightmare dogs seemed annoyed but looked at each other and turned and walked grudgingly away. Then one turned and spoke to me in the ancient language, "You shouldn't be here, you are going to have to pay." I looked at the wolf creature that now looked more like a shadow than a dog and spoke back in the same language, "I have already paid, now it is your turn." and the shadow of nightmare became only a pair of eyes that stared angrily at me and then were gone.

I felt hands curl round my neck and the little girl Harriet was gone, replaced by the full grown and very beautiful Harriet. I felt my clothes melt away and then my coat blew away with the wind and became leaves that raced across the garden and then were gone. Harriet brought her body close to mine and I felt her soft downy pubic hairs press against my stiffening cock. In a single movement more like turning than falling, Harriet and I were on the ground and her beautiful body was down in the cool soft carpet of thick grass. My hands moved down across her small breasts, caressing her hard nipples. Harriet's head fell back and she smiled at me and then my hand moved down across her tight little belly and I looked down at her heart shaped bush and my fingers moved through the soft dark hair and found the small folds of her delicate flower. She was already moist and my fingers played with her gentle warm lips as my body pressed down on hers. My lips touched her's and she moaned and I felt my body melt. She was so beautiful and so sensual and only part of me felt bad for taking advantage of her dream, but another part of me simply enjoyed that I was making her happy. I let my, now wet fingers, trail across the soft skin of her creamy thighs and I pressed against the inside of her thigh and her legs opened. I brought my hand back up and my fingers found the slightly parted folds of her creamy pussy and my lips found her hard nipples on her small breasts. I lightly licked her nipple and it tightened against my touch and then I sucked deeply on it, pulling it into my mouth and enjoying the feeling of it as I lightly bit down and teased her. My fingers started to rub deeper into Harriet's wetness and I pressed hard against her soft clit. She arched her back and let out another delicious moan that made my cock throb and my heart pound. I wondered as I touched her, what face she was dreaming of, what was going through her mind? I could hear the wet sucking sound as my fingers slid in and out of her moistened pussy. Her legs opened wider and I started to finger her a little faster and then she took my shoulders and pulled me to her. I let her body guide me as I moved over her and placed my cock over her wet pussy. Her face moved up and her lips met mine and we kissed again. I could never get tired of kissing Harriet and my tongue danced with her's much as we had danced in the ball earlier. Her mouth was sweet, as if she had just been eating candy and her body was warm. I rubbed my throbbing cock up and down her slit, teasing her and making her wetter. She wrapped her legs around me and her hands moved down to my ass and then she pressed me into her impatiently.
My cock entered her soft wet lips, parting her open and sliding down inside her. I relaxed and felt every little fold of flesh inside her. Her pussy seemed to hug my cock and suck me down deeper into her. Once all the way down inside her I had to stop, my body was rigid and alive and this was a moment I wanted to savor, I wanted to enjoy how soft and warm and wet Harriet was and she looked at me and smiled, her eyes only half open, she was so beautiful. She pressed my ass down with her hands and tried to force me to start to fuck her but I wanted to savor the feeling a little longer and waited until Harriet seemed just about to get annoyed and then I started to grind my cock up and back, making slow, sliding arches against her clit. Each time I pulled back I did so very slowly, feeling my cock slide all the way to the point were it felt like I was just about to come out of her silky flower, then when her labia started to tickle the head of my cock, I would press up and against her clit and slide down a little faster. I started to make a slow easy circle like this, sliding up and out, stopping only for a second and then sliding back down. Harriet's mouth stayed open and she moaned softly as I teased and tickled her clit with my cock, then she grabbed my ass and couldn't stand it any more and I start to fuck her faster. Then I lifted her ass up and we seemed to twirl in the air as I thrust my cock deeper and harder. Her gorgeous legs wrapped around mine and we ground against each other, moving in rhythm and enjoying every stroke. We turned in the air and Harriet was now on top of my cock, sitting up right and her head thrown back in passion, my cock was buried so deeply inside her warm wet pussy that I could barely move and I sucked on her tiny hard nipples and she moaned louder now. She was rocking her hips back and forth against my hard cock and I took her soft ass in my hands and pulled her cheeks open so that her pussy opened wider. This made Harriet gasp as my cock seemed to bury itself even deeper. I pressed my finger into her tight little asshole and she moaned and kissed me. Then I could tell she was close because she started to grind in a rhythm that became focused and she whispered, "Don't move! There...ahhh...oh yes! Right there! My God! I love your cock, you are making me so fucking wet!" Then she clinched her ass and pressed my fingers out of her tight little hole and she started to cum, "Ohhh..yesss! Fuck, oh my god! Oh yes!" she screamed and I felt myself start to release my cum inside her. I was trying to keep from cumming but her beautiful face all curled in ecstasy as she released into a beautiful orgasm was too much for me to take and so I started. It was an odd feeling, the cum shooting into her warm little pussy, but I could also feel the fabric of my underwear back in Harriet's living room. Then I heard a girl's voice say, "That was fucking cool as hell!"

Harriet looked at me in shock and confusion as she recognized the voice. Suddenly the cool thick grass was replaced by thick shag carpet and the trees were replaced by walls and the stars with a stucco ceiling. Harriet seemed to fall backwards, her hands moving down to her crotch. I could feel the sticky cum in my underwear and I know my face was a little red. I looked over and Paula was sitting on the couch looking from Harriet to me and then back to Harriet. Then she said, "Harriet! Matt! What the fuck!? That was so cool! I want to do it!" and Paula dropped off the couch and sat Indian style on the carpet. My hand was still extended only now the dream stone was cold and gray and Harriet looked from my face to Paula's and then she shook her head and said, "W...What did you...? What was that? What did you do to me?"

"What did I do? I did only what you wanted, it was your dream." I said defensively.

"So that was real? I mean you were there?" She asked still not grasping it.

"Yes, I was." I said. Paula looked us over again and then said impatiently, "What? Come on! What did you guys do!? I mean I want to do it!" But Harriet couldn't stand it and she got up, a little shaky but still able to get up and go into the back room and Paula looked from her back down to me and asked, "What's her problem?"

"Nothing, it's just that she is trying to make sense of what her mind just showed her. She can't make sense of it, and the more she tries, the more she will loose the dream." I said a little sadly.

"You mean you shared dreams with her?" Paula asked a little too knowingly. I looked at her again, knowing there must be more to this girl than I had first thought. Then I said, "Not any dream, just her's."

"Cool, can I try?" She asked and I smiled and said, "Maybe...let's see what Harriet is doing." and we walked into the back room to check on her.