Sapphic Dreams, Chapter One

by Adam Bookbinder

Katie woke with a start. There was a sheen of sweat on her naked body and her heart was racing. She'd had the same dream again. The same dream she'd been having for over two weeks now. It was a cool summer evening and her windows were open yet she was hot and her duvet was in a heap on the floor by her bed. She'd been hot in the dream too. In it she always seemed to be in the same place, a Greek island, and it appeared to be late in the day and she was aware of it being hot. She screwed up her eyes and glanced at the clock on her bedside table. It was just gone four-o-clock in the morning and it was still dark outside, yet she was wide awake, just as she had been on previous occasions when the dream had woken her.

Her heart was still pounding and her head was spinning. It all seemed so real, but it couldn't be, it was just a dream. It was just her mind mixing reality with fantasy, but then, she could still taste the salt on her lips from the sea, or was it from her own perspiration?

The dreams had started just after she had found the Sapphic Dreams story web site where she had entered an exciting world where men and women wrote romantic and erotic stories about little girls. It was wonderful. It was a revelation to discover that there were other people in the world like her with the same desires! Although there were lots of stories written by a variety of different people the main editorial was written by the webmistress, a woman who called herself Psyche. To Katie her words were like poetry and very, very erotic. It was the way she wrote that made it special as if each letter joined together to form a hypnotic spell. Her writing was so beautifully descriptive that it painted a picture in Katie's mind that was so real it was almost like actually entering Psyche's erotic world. In her story Psyche described a beautiful place where everyone was free to love whoever they wanted. In her corner of this world, a place she called Eresos, little girls were brought to her to be initiated into the arts of sapphic love, and the women who loved them came to teach, to satisfy their own desires and to watch them at play with each other.

When she had got to the end of Psyche's story she was thrilled to discover that it wasn't really the end at all. Every few days there was a new chapter and in reality the story was like a blog in which she updated her readers on the latest erotic, romantic and lustful goings on in Eresos. And Katie had been transfixed. It had changed her life. All she could think about every day while she sat at the supermarket check-out, monotonously scanning the contents of a never ending line of shopping trollies, was Sapphic Dreams and the little girl's of Psyche's Eresos.

There was one girl in particular that Psyche had written about who Katie had fallen in love with. Her name was Pixie and she was a skinny little eight-year-old with fair hair and sparkling blue eyes. Pixie was a horny little imp who preferred women to girls of her own age. She especially liked women who would really go wild with her rather than the ones who treated her like a china doll that might break unless they were ever so gentle. Psyche wrote that Pixie liked the women best who desperately, desperately wanted to have sex with a little girl. The ones who were really hungry for it and when they got their hands on her would let themselves go really wild, as if that one night with Pixie might be their one and only time with a little girl. And with women like that Pixie wanted to be that girl. She was funny too and many of Pixie's antics made Katie laugh. Most of all though she liked her confidence and her assertiveness in getting what she wanted for herself. She wasn't selfish but she had the self assuredness to speak her mind. In Psyche's tales of Pixie's encounters with women it was Pixie who was in charge. She was like a seductress attempting to awaken the inner beast in her lovers, delighting when she did and then giving herself completely to the woman's desires.

It was some time after Katie fell in love with Pixie that the dreams started. In the first one she was swimming in a beautifully warm, bright blue sea. She was wearing just a small black thong and she had a tremendous feeling of happiness and of being free. She dived underwater and swam towards the bottom with her eyes open. There were dozens of tiny little silver fish swimming around her and they sparkled in the sunlight like miniature shooting stars, flashing and dancing around her. She felt as if she was a part of the sea and as if it was part of her, and everything in it was connected. The feeling of the gentle caresses of the warm water on her bare skin aroused her and her nipples became stiff and erect on her small, hard little breasts. There were starfish on the sea bed and richly coloured shells and pebbles everywhere. Suddenly the sea became shallow and she broke surface on a pretty beach behind which was a picturesque village of white and pastel coloured buildings perched at the top of a gently sloping cliff.

On the beach was a woman, naked save for a white cotton loin cloth, holding out her hand to Katie in a clear invitation to join her. As she stood up, with water dripping from her glistening body, the woman smiled warmly and she had an overwhelming sense of belonging, and her heart filled with joy. Stood at the top of the cliff and part way along a narrow path that twisted and turned its way down to the beach was a fair haired little girl, naked, like the woman, save for a white cotton loin cloth. As she got closer to the woman it seemed that she was just about to speak when Katie suddenly woke up. She had the same dream the following evening and then again the evening after that and each time she awoke just as the woman was about to speak. She decided to keep a diary of her dreams, making a note of anything new that she noticed. The woman looked to be in her late twenties or early thirties with long dark hair and olive coloured skin. Apart from being very atractive it was her eyes that Katie tried to concentrate on each time the dream recurred. They were beautiful almond shaped eyes, dark and mysterious and full of unspoken wisdom.

Katie decided to draw the woman. She loved to draw and paint as much as she loved to read and write and the thing she loved to draw most of all was that which she was most passionate about, women and pretty little girls. She always drew the girls as flower pixies and the women as fairies, as this was a common theme in fantasy art and it was a mask for her true desire. Even though she was twenty four years old she lived with her mum in a small council house in which it was difficult to keep secrets from each other. Her mum didn't know that she liked women as well as men and she certainly didn't know of her passion for little girls. She planned to keep it that way.

Drawing the woman from the memory of a dream had been difficult but she took her time and the recurring nature of her dreams, and her dream diary, helped her and soon she had a picture that she felt was a good likeness. The woman was indeed pretty. She was tall and slim with small pert breasts and a flat, toned tummy. Katie's heart lurched. If only she were real, she thought.

Next she drew in the cliff behind the beach and the little path that twisted and turned its way up to the village. Then she drew the little girl but she was too far away to draw her in much detail and she thought how strange it was that her dream was all in perspective. She wished she could see the girl more closely and she felt excited as she imagined her standing there naked apart from her loin cloth.

It was after she had completed her picture that her universe seemed to turn impossibly inside out. She had finished work at the supermarket one evening and had hurried home and logged on to Sapphic Dreams to see if Psyche had added any more chapters. She had, and excitedly Katie decided to make herself a cup of tea and really savour the latest news from Eresos. When eventually she settled down with a steaming mug and some choccolate biscuits she'd brought home from work she was feeling really aroused and hoped that Phyche's tale would turn her on even more. She clicked on the latest chapter and lent forward as words filled her screen.

Within moments she began to feel dizzy and her head spun in disbelief at what she read. Psyche began the chapter with news that a newcomer was about to arrive in Eresos, a young woman in her mid twenties. There was always a celebration in the village when a newcomer arrived, wrote Psyche, and a feast was prepared to welcome her. Pixie was particularly excited because, Psyche told her, this woman was more passionate than any who had visited before and, she said, the urge for love with a child was strong within her. Tables were set out in the main square and they were filled with fruits, fresh fish, cheese and salads. There were also little round cakes that were a local delicacy. Most of the women and some of the girls donned cotton tops but many remained in their loin cloths as the sun was still hot.

The girls and women had put flowers in their hair and around their necks and a band began to play traditional Greek music. When it was time Psyche slipped off and made her way to the path that led down to the beach. Pixie followed but Psyche told her to wait at the top of the path and not to push herself on the newcomer when she arrived as it wasn't fair to the other girls. It was their way that the newcomer should choose her first partner in the ritual they would have before the feast.

All the little girls would stand around her in a circle. She would then be spun around and would choose her girl by daubing red paint, previously applied to her midddle finger, on the child's forehead. Dizzy after havng been spun around it ensured a degree of randomness in the newcomer's concious selection so that she would get the girl she was destined for. Then the feast would begin followed by dancing and entertainment that would go on until late in the evening. At any time after sunset the newcomer was then free to take her chosen one home and it was not expected for them to be seen in the village again until after the next full moon. It was not done for a girl to put herself forward before the choosing ritual. Psyche told Pixie that she could watch the newcomer's arrival from a distance but then she must join the other girls before the newcomer began her journey along the path.

Psyche walked down to the beach, leaving Pixie at the top, and smiled as a beautiful young woman emerged from the sea. Water poured off her glistening body and Psyche admired her slender form. She was wearing nothing but a black thong and her nipples were stiff and erect on her small, hard little breasts. When she smiled her whole face seemed to radiate happiness and Psyche smiled back extending her hand in a welcoming gesture of friendship.

Psyche went on to describe the newcomer in more detail and Katie's mind spun as she read. Not only did Psyche describe her, Katie, in perfect detail, but she had also described her recurring dream, told from the perspective of the woman on the beach! This was impossible! How could a woman she had never met describe her almost perfectly and, even more astonishing, how could she describe her dream?