Phantom Love

My Phantom Lover

She comes to me at night, when my resistance is low, when all is quiet,
and I sleep soundly. The softest of breezes slowly makes its way into
my bedchamber. A light scent of her perfume wafts it way to me. On the
slight movement of air, the whisper of my name is carried. "Michael..."
the lilting voice calls to me. Restless now, where peace was before, I
toss. Again... "Michael..." the gentle breeze ruffles my hair as if
caressing fingers tenderly brushing it from my brown. Unconsciously I
arch, and shift, tangling the sheets in my effort to press my body
close to this enchantress.

Her breath fans my face, a warmth fills me as lips meet mine. The
barest meeting of lips, yet I am flooded with sensations. My mind
struggles to wake, but a languid feeling envelopes me. I don't want to
wake, for if I do, this creature of desire may leave me, and I would be
left bereft. The lips graze mine, then travel my features. I arch,
wanting to press against her, to feel her sumptuous body against mine.
My body shutters as she breathes against my ear, her lips brush against
it as she again whispers my name, this time, with the sound of need,
"Michael... come to me. I need you so...." I turn my head, her lips
move across my cheek, and I capture those soft lips... my arms, even in
their leaded state, move to hold her against me. She opens slightly to
me, her tongue moving out to taste mine. I gasp at the shock of
excitement that rocks me, then ensnaring her against me, I deepen the
kiss, our mouths cling, tongue caressing and tasting the other. My
hands move up, taking her face in mine, I slowly open my eyes. There
before me is my dream lover.

I've spoken on the Internet with her, exchanged bits of memories, and
laughed together in a way that I had forgotten. Her eyes of green have
haunted me, since that first glance. And now, from half the world away,
my lady is with me. But this can't be, I just shared time with her
online! I know that it's not possible for her to be with me, and yet my
eyes tell me that she is indeed smiling down at me, my arms tell me
that she is held within them. Her body pressed close to mine. I try to
speak, the words wanting to rush out to find out how this magic has
occurred.

She presses a finger across my lips, silencing me..."Michael.. I don't
have much time, come to me Michael. Please I need you." Her eyes
implore me. My arms try to tighten around her, but the body that was
there weakens and fades. Her eyes beseech me, her lips smile at me, and
then they too are gone.

I realize I am covered in a fine sheen of sweat. I try to convince a
heart that what had gone on was only a dream, but I know that something
has occurred. It was too real, and yet it was impossible. I shake my
head and drift back to sleep.
When I awake, a stewardess is jostling me. I look up at the woman, her
nametag identifying her as Tammy. Groggily I ask where I am. "We're
just arriving at the Greater Pittsburgh Airport, I'm sorry sir but I
have ask you to prepare to depart." her smile is one of fatigue, and
compassion. At that point, what she'd said began to sink in! I was
arriving in Pittsburgh!

A rush of adrenaline went through me, I had no idea how this had come
to be. Last I knew I was sitting at my computer, just finishing an
email to my dear friend! A jolt of fear swept through me along with
overwhelming confusion. Something was definitely wrong here! The
intercom buzzed and cracked with a voice telling us thank you for
flying with them, and to enjoy our stay in Pittsburgh. I jumped to my
feet, ready to bolt, but didn't know in what direction I should
go.

The crowd pushed me along the aisle and out of the plane. The terminal
was bustling. I looked around bewildered when a porter approached me.
"Sir, would you be Michael?" his face was one of amusement, and I found
this irritated me. I had no reason to be in Pittsburgh, no idea how
this was happening, and now this man was grinning at me and asking me
in a haute tone to accompany him. With little choice I did as he
requested. To my surprise he escorted me to a taxi. Passing an
overnight bag to the driver, and said for him to be direct about it.
"Direct about what!" I demanded, but to no avail. The cabby knew only
the destination. Some hotel within the city.

My dream came to me then, didn't she say she needed me? For me to come
to her? But that is preposterous. I had only been asleep for a short
time. Not nearly long enough for the flight, to say nothing about the
preparations needed.

We pulled up in front of a large imposing hotel within a valley of
buildings. I'd not paid attention to my surroundings for the ride, and
had no idea where I was. The folly of this was not lost on me. The
doorman opened the cab door as if it was the most elegant of limos.
With a flourish he directed me inside a large lobby, and to set of
elevator doors. They whooshed open and I was deposited inside with the
unfamiliar overnight bag. I gazed at my reflection in the mirrored
steel doors of the elevator. I was slightly disheveled from the flight,
and a look of confusion deeply etched in my face. The doors opened
suddenly, to a suite of luxury. I stepped out for no other reason than
I didn't know what else to do.

The scent of my dreams made it's way to my senses. My head snapped
around, searching the area for her. I heard the soft intake of her
breath, and spun to see her standing off to the side. Her eyes were
wide green pools, glowing out to me. I stood transfixed by her ethereal
beauty. The gown of sheer peach clung to her curvaceous figure. I
swallowed hard and took a hesitant step forward as she took her first
step toward me.

How we managed those last few steps is lost to me. Next I knew, her
small hands cupped my face, her eyes roaming my features. She seemed to
be as affected by this as I was. The small pink tip of her tongue moved
out to moisten her soft full lips. And I knew I had to taste them. I
pulled her to me swiftly, wrapping my arms around her tight, afraid
that her image would fade away again, and plundered the lips that had
taunted my sanity. My hands went into her hair, the sound of pins fell
to the marbled floor, unnoticed. Her blond hair tumbled down, her eyes
widened. We both knew that it was time to truly be together. Her hands
clenched my shoulders, and a soft mew of desire escaped those luscious
lips. We kissed deeply, passion flaring, as our hands moved over each
other, learning the contours and textures of the bodies we'd hungered
for, as we worked our way to the bed. At the edge of the bed we broke
apart for a moment, trying to catch our breath, and gain control.

She reached out and placed her palm against my chest, I knew she could
feel my heart pounding, my chest heaving. A slow shy smile came over
her face, and those alluring eyes sparkled up at me. Her fingers began
to move against the buttons of my shirt slowly releasing them. I grew
impatient to experience the pleasures I'd been longing for, and pulled
the shirt from my slacks. She stayed my hand. Slowly slipping the shirt
from my shoulders, she kissed the newly exposed skin. A look of
admiration in her eyes had me hardening. My hunger grew even
more.

Her teeth skimmed my heated flesh, her lips teasing my senses. I moaned
softly when those moist lips found my flat masculine nipple and nibble,
suckled and teased them to puckered hardness.
I could take no more being idle, my hands moved to her arms. Sliding up
them, to the straps of that gossamer gown, and slowly pushed them down,
I let the dress slide lower and lower. She then pulled me towards the
bed and pushed me gently backwards. God, I hope this is not another
visit by the phantom. If she was a phantom she certainly was aware of
my growing excitement.
"Sit Mike and relax" she whispered to me.
I felt her icy cold lips on my body, tracing a line from my neck to my
inner thighs. Jolts of electricity shooting through me wracked my body.
She was standing over me, naked, green haze surrounded her body. Here
was my phantom, but she was for real, phantoms can't kiss you or fondle
you. She looked down at me and smiled.
"Mike I know how much you have yearned for me ever since my last visit,
but now your wait is over, I am all yours". She said with icy
breaths.
I saw her stood astride me lowering herself onto me.
"oh yess" I moaned.
"I 'm actually going to make love to my phantom".
Just as I was going to savour that most sought after jewel I noticed
her image blurring, fading. She had an imploring look on her face as
she faded from view, her arms open to me and reaching out for me.

I woke up suddenly, the monitor screen glimmering in the dark and
typeface was scrolling down the screen. Looking at my watch I noticed
that several hours had passed. I looked at the screen and saw that
Cherie, she was my lady of the internet, was still frantically typing
away.

Mike are you still there darling
pause
mike please speak to me.
Pause
Oh god Mike I hope you are ok
pause

Scrolling up the screen I saw that Cherie had been typing for quite
some time and she seemed to be getting frantic. I noticed part way up
the screen some type she had done it said

"Sit Mike and relax"

"Mike I know how much you have yearned for me

ever since my last visit, but now your wait is over,

I am all yours.

"oh yess"

I 'm actually going to make love to my phantom

These were the exact words that my phantom had spoke before she faded
from my view. This got stranger. I had known Cherie for a little over a
month now and we had formed quite an intimate relationship over the
Internet. Just recently we had got to the point where our cybering was
becoming so intense we could actually feel what the other was feeling.
I spent a lot of my waking hours just thinking about Cherie, much to
the consternation of my friends. My sleeping hours were similarly taken
up, but this time I was visited by a phantom figure dressed only in a
green diaphanous gown. For quite a few nights I had dreamed of my green
phantom. I had also made a connection between the phantom and Cherie.
Nothing as intense as this last dream though, I had actually been on
the plane to Pittsburgh or had I?
As my senses got back to normal I returned to the computer and began
typing some words to Cherie as I got comfy something fell out of my
pocket. I picked it
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I just stared in amazement at the Pittsburgh baggage check.
I had not dreamed it, so my phantom was real, or was it perhaps Cherie
trying to draw me to her. A more evil suspicion dawned on me, was the
internet capable of transporting a body as well as electronic pulses.
No it was too silly to contemplate.
I would just sit back and wait for my phantom to call me or visit me
again.