I dream of you

Its late and I just received a box of fantastic cigars from my submissive. I poor myself a glass of my favorite wine and with a good book and lap blanket in hand I am outside taking in the crisp evening air after an afternoon of rain. I carefully snip the cigar almost ritualistically taking in the cigar visually, its shape, color, size and manor in which it separates as I slice a clean perfect cut at its tip. I dip the freshly sliced tip into my wine just enough to whisper its smooth velvety wetness into the now penetrated cigar. I light a cedar wood match, the sound is almost ceremonial as the scratching hisses into a flame. I roll the cigar now between my lips and consume the tip in its entirety with the matches flame, with each puff the smoke increases until the tip is evenly lit and glowing with vibrant shades of reds and oranges. I  release the first puff into my wine glass and watch it dance and swirl against the glass and the ambrosia within. The smoke lingers fighting all laws of nature to disperse. They are now lovers and as I take a sip and breath the cigar smoke into my body I feel the two make love on my tongue and it is heaven. Wrapped in a blanket my mind paints the images of the words as I pull them from my my book creating the characters faces, the lights and sounds of the bar and the submissive boy behind the bar eagerly serving the Goddess he desires. The combination of the love making within my mouth, the crisp air on my skin and the words that transport me all fall away when I read the words "she pressed her fingers to her lips and said I can feel your desire. It scalds me. I know you want to kiss me and I'm afraid I wont be able to stop you." Everything else fades away and all I see is you, I am on my knees in the crisp night air not unlike tonight's, under the well lit night sky just off the freeway for all to see me worshiping my Masters cock. I look into your eyes and ask what my little one heart desires above all else, "Sir, may I please have a kiss before you fill me up and my kiss is no longer desirable to you". You looked at me with eyes of gentle confusion and asked "why do you hunger for my lips"? That wasn't the only time you asked me that question and it found a place in mind attaching itself to your memory..."why do you hunger for my lips". My cigar is now out and wine consumed and with that I feel the hour catch up with me and find my place in bed next to the dog and cat already asleep and wake up just enough to express their irritation that I have disturbed their rest. The wine makes for a smooth transition into sleep, so much so that the reality that it is a dream is as lost as I am within it. I am at a play party and have played here many times both as a Top and bottom, my hair giving my head space away. Those who know how I play recognize that and seek me out if my hair matches their mood. My hair is up a sign that I am in a Top head space, my hair is only down at a party to make it available to my Top to pull and quickly snap me into a primal mindset. I am with a bottom with whom I have played with many times before and know what it is she desires from our scene. I clean up the blood and cum from our area as she sips her water and we set a call time tomorrow when I will check in on her for after care. Cigar in hand I join my fellow Tops, the air is filled with leather, smoke and power.  I see you, walking through the crowd and they melt away into a blur and there is only you. I am hit with a primal energy and I find myself hunting you, I hunger for you and if I have my way you will be mine for the night. I lose sight of you as you walk through the tarp set up to block out the play from the vanilla world. The light is brilliant as it hits me leaving the tarp and I do not question it, We are in a business district with a small acre of grass and stones at the center of the buildings. Business men and women are rushing past me late for meeting and lunches not noticing my fetish attire but smiling at me and saying their hellos. The sun kisses your bald head and the light catches my eye and I have once again found you. The closer I get to you the greater your powerful energy grows around me, I am in Top space and want you for my toy. Just a touch away, your eyes find mine and you smile your smile and softly but firmly say "come here little one." I kneel at your feet my hair now down over a leather collar and kisses my soft blue nightie down my back. I feel your hand stroke my head and I am no longer Mistress I am only your little one. Your powerful hand throws my leg against your shoulder and as you first enter me consuming my silk, owning my body. My fingernails gently grip your neck and head as I lose my breath and for that moment the ability to stand as my back arches with a orgasmic like pain that is over too quickly. People walk by, I can feel their gaze but I feel nothing but sub space. I feel you not in a dream sense but with the true intensity of our past reality. I beg for your lips on mine and again you question me, I feel your lips on mine as your tongue dances along mine teasing me and I could cum from this kiss alone. I cry out a scream of ecstasy as I feel you cum inside me hard, your hand gripping my quivering calf tightly and I lose the strength to stand on my own. I lose track of time in your arms as you stroke my head watching people bustling around us. I feel a strange and subtle sensation like a veil being lifted. I sink into your chest and kiss it tenderly moving my way down your body with a hunger to worship your cock and drink you in for hours like I used to. The closer I get the thinner the veil becomes and reality is sinking in that this is dream. I fight it, I am not ready to wake up but it cannot be forced. Your gone now I am dressed again as a Top and am back within the circle of leather and smoke and finally in bed with the sun filling my room with the reality that you are not there. Only the wetness our visit remains and the words "why do you hunger for my kiss?" I roll over to find a message from you teasing me about my previous message and I smile knowing that you are not fully gone.
Once again it is that time for me to rest and though I know I will not get to return to my dreams of last night I welcome the rest it will bring and as I drift off I am brought again to to words "why do you hunger for my lips" and I am gone.