Sapphic Dreams, Chapter Two

by Adam Bookbinder

For the next few days the dreams continued but Katie never got past the moment on the beach when the woman was about to speak. She always woke as the woman's lips parted, as if the dream was quickly being snatched away from her by forces that didn't want her to hear what she had to say. A week went by and the dreams increased in frequency until she was having the same dream several times a night. It was almost as if there was such a thing as a dream-sender who was becoming as frustrated as she was and kept resending the dream repeatedly in the hope that it might eventually get past what seemed to be a sticking point. The problem was that Katie was growing tired as her sleep was being disturbed by the repeating cycle of sleeping, dreaming and then waking. When she woke she always felt wide awake and it was difficult getting back to sleep again, particularly as she knew that even when she did get back to sleep the dream would eventually wake her again.

It was still exciting though, being in that lovely warm sea surrounded by the silver fish and the feeling that the waters of the sea were caressing her body. Each time she emerged from the sea she was thrilled to see the woman standing there with her hand outstretched, welcoming her. As she walked towards her she could feel the sand between her toes and the hot sun on her bare back. Then her eyes would follow the path, twisting and turning up the cliff to the village at the top. And always it was the same, at the top of the path was the fair-haired girl, watching her and seemingly willing her to climb the path. And then it would all be over. Just as she reached out to take the woman's hand the dream was snatched away and she was wide awake again. Each time she tried to see more in the dream as if there was something she was missing that might explain something important. Once she thought she saw what looked like a man in a brown robe hurrying away just as the woman held out her hand, but it was only a fleeting glimpse and she couldn't be sure.

Then one night it all changed. She had stayed up late watching a film and when she went to bed she found her bedroom illuminated by the silvery light of a new moon. She crossed to the window and admired its beauty, and then, under her breath, she asked the moon to guide her in her dreams and help her to get a full night's sleep. Suddenly she had the notion that it was up to her to get past the point in her dream where she always woke up. There was something she had to do and although she had no idea what it was, she knew that finding the knowledge of what she must do next was her mission. As she considered this she knew that she had found the answer and her body suddenly filled with a strange energy, as if someone had poured a dose of happiness into her, and this feeling of elation seemed to confirm that what she was thinking was correct.

She looked up at the moon and for a moment it seemed to radiate the same strange energy that she felt inside her. Perhaps it was just her imagination but she felt excited again and more convinced than ever that the dream was something special, something magical. As the euphoric feeling subsided she thought about her new idea. What could it be that she had to do and why was it so important that she should do anything anyway? What she needed to know was whether it was something she should do in the dream or in her waking world. What she was sure of was that there was something and it was simply a case now of finding out what it was. Now she had a sense of purpose.

Leaving her curtains open she undressed in the light of the moon and lay naked on the bed, her bare skin illuminated by its silvery glow. Laying her head on the soft pillow she closed her eyes and wondered what it was that she must do. As she did so her thoughts drifted from her dream and entered the world of Psyche's Eresos and the sexy little eight-year-old Pixie. Her fingers involuntarily moved between her slender legs as she thought of the little girl and how wonderful it would be to be one of the women of Eresos. She imagined running along the beach, hand in hand with Pixie, both of them laughing and full of happiness to be so free and to be together. Her fingers found her wetness and she masturbated as she imagined rolling naked on the beach with Pixie and making love to the little girl at the edge of the sea.

She orgasmed quickly and allowed the sexual energy to flow through her body, wondering if sexual energy was anything like the strange energy that had filled her before. Suddenly she felt earthy and full of female sexuality and she was aroused by the fact that she was naked and fully exposed to the new moon. She remembered what she had read about Pixie on the Sapphic Dreams web site and how she liked women to go wild with her. So she imagined her again, and this time she carried Pixie in her arms, off the beach to a room with white walls and a smooth marble floor. Pushed up against the far wall was a rectangular bed with white cotton sheets, and she threw the fair-haired little imp onto the bed and pulled off her loin cloth in one deft mood. This time she fucked Pixie, without any preamble, gripping her small buttocks and sucking her bare mound hungrily, the tip of her tongue pushing into the child's cunt. Katie wondered what a little girl's cunt would taste like and she thought that Pixie's would probably be a little tangy with a slightly salty taste of the sea.

In her fantasy she began to imagine fingering the little girl as she sucked her, caressing her flat chest and moving the palm of her hand over her corrugated ribs. Searching she eventually found one of her little nipples and she scratched and pressed it gently with her fingertip. It was all too much, she was turning herself on so much that she just couldn't stop her next orgasm from shaking her slim body, her hips and her hand moving together like ballerinas dancing. She bit her bottom lip to prevent herself from crying out and screwed her eyes tight shut in absolute ecstacy. A little tear escaped her left eye and rolled down her cheek leaving a silver trail in its wake. She breathed in deeply, her mouth open now, and filled her lungs with air, the depth and steadiness of her intake of breath a representation of her desire for Pixie. She masturbated again and this time she held Pixie's angelic face between her spread legs and fucked the child's open mouth. God, how she would love to do that, and just the thought of that one thing made her come again.

When sleep eventually took her she had orgasmed several times, and although she could have continued for much longer she was keen to get into her dream and start looking for the clues that might give her the knowledge of what it was she had to do.

Suddenly she was swimming again, naked save for her little black thong. Once again she felt aroused by the warm water caressing her bare skin. She spun around in it, luxuriatng in the feeling of nakedness, and a sudden outpouring of her female sexual energy thrilled her. As she did so she realised that she had never done that before, it was something new in her dream and she wondered if by exerting her will she could change what happened next. Rather than swimming to shallower waters she remained below water but swam parallel to the beach. When she broke surface for air there was no sign of the woman or the little girl who stood at the top of the path, but it was the same beach and the same little village at the top of the cliff, the pretty little buildings radiating their whites and pastel colours as if they themselves were shinning.

Katie swam towards the beach and her heart raced as suddenly she became aware of the fact that she could feel everything. In fact she could use all of her five senses. She could taste the saltiness of the sea as well as feel it, and when she looked around she realised that the whole world was around her and her dream was not limited to this little beach and the village at the top of the cliff. She was in another world and it was as real as the one she had left behind. Eventually she bumped against the sandy bottom of the sea and she noticed a man dressed in a brown robe walking slowly by the water's edge. Every now and then he would bend down and pick something up and drop it into a leather pouch he was carrying.

Standing up she became aroused once again by her near nudity and the knowledge that her body would be appealing to the man. She walked over to him and as she got closer she realised that he was quite elderly, perhaps in his sixties or seventies. He smiled as she approached and strangely she had the peculiar feeling that she knew this man, although she was sure she had never seen him before. Before she had chance to speak he held out his hand and she took it. He bent down and kissed it, then, placing both of his hands on her shoulders, he kissed both of her cheeks, first the left and then the right.

"Welcome to Eresos," the man smiled, his eyes sparkling like a youth's. "I sense that you have not swum here from the next bay, but perhaps have arrived from another realm."

It didn't seem to be a question and Katie felt that he was telling her rather than asking. Suddenly she didn't know what to do. Should she kiss his cheeks too and if she didn't would he think her rude? Instead she just asked him politely where Eresos was.

The man smiled again. "The place of your dreams I suspect. This is the island of Lesbos."

"How do you know about me?" Katie asked, "How do you know what my dreams are and where I've come from?" Her tone was enquiring in a friendly way and not challenging. She was seeking knowledge from this man and she had a strong sense that he had at least some of the answers.

He squeezed her hand gently. "I have been watching you for some time now. It seems that you have been struggling to remain in this realm, and, if I am correct, you now seek the knowledge that will allow you to stay here."

Katie's jaw dropped. How could this man have been watching her? She had never seen him before! And she asked him curiously, how he could know anything about her when she had never seen him before.

The man smiled, "I have always been here," he said, "it is just that you have never looked for me before, although you caught a glimpse of me once." As he spoke he began walking and led her across the beach towards a clump of trees and bushes from where the little path began its journey up the cliff to the village above.

The man stopped some twenty yards from the path and Katie realised that she was closer to it now than she had ever been before.

"What you must do," the man said, "is to know why you are truly here and seek the answer in your heart."

As he spoke Katie heard voices at the top of the cliff and when she looked up she saw the woman talking to the little girl, the sound of their conversation carried on a gentle breeze.

"When you stand before Psyche does her near nakedness not arouse you?" the man asked.

Katie frowned feeling that his question was a little rude, flippant and certainly intrusive. What business was it of his whether she felt sexually attracted to her or not? Perhaps he was just a dirty old man and she was wasting her time talking to him after all. But then it suddenly dawned on her, the man had called the woman Psyche! How could this be? Psyche was from her world of Sapphic Dreams!

The woman began making her way down the path and then turned and shouted, "Stay there," to the child who hung her head slightly but followed her orders. The little girl was disappointed, Katie realised, and she had a sudden urge to run up the path and sweep the girl up in her arms.

"Quickly, you must answer me!" the man encouraged, "you will soon run out of time."

Suddenly Katie had a sense of the man's wisdom and even felt herself where this was leading. "Yes ... yes!" she replied, "The woman is beautiful and when I look at her slender body I do desire her!"

"Then know that Psyche stands in-between you and that which you desire the most. It is the girl that you are here for and she for you. Know that in your heart when Psyche greets you, overcome your desire for Psyche and keep it in your heart that your true lust is for the girl. Greet Psyche politely but then look beyond her to the girl and yearn for her with all your heart."

The man's words made sense to Katie and she was filled with that same feeling of euphoria that she had before in her bedroom. She looked up the path, not to Psyche but to the little girl and her heart lurched as the child gave her a secretive little wave. A wave that Katie knew Psyche must not see and she sensed that for some reason now was not the time for her to meet the girl.

As Psyche reached half way the man turned to leave, and over his shoulder said: "You are not supposed to see the girl although you will choose her later. Do not let Psyche know that you have seen her or or she may be eliminated from the choosing."

Katie was desperate not to miss anything and she took a step towards the man to make sure she caught his final words.

"Two things you must know," he said, "You must truly know yourself and why you are here. You must know exactly what you want for you and the girl, and hide nothing that is in your heart. This is not a place where your feelings need to be hidden. In fact, you can only be here if you are in touch with your true feelings. This is how you must know yourself."

Psyche was now reaching the last quarter of the path and Katie's mind was reeling. "What's the second thing?" she shouted urgently as the old man continued to put distance between them.

"There will be a brief chance for you to be alone with Pixie when you reach the top of the path. Listen to what she says very carefully and remember what we have both said to you. Write down our words in your book and you will know what you must do next. Do not try to come again until the next full moon."

"What do you mean?" Katie asked desperately, "What do you mean, 'come again,' do you mean I can't stay?" but the man had turned now and was taking great strides along the beach. Psyche had reached the bottom of the path and she could not follow him.

The woman approached her as she had in previous dreams, smiling and with her hand outstretched. This time Katie took it and the woman spoke. "Greetings and welcome to Eresos Katie. My name is Psyche and I am honoured that you should join us here."

Remembering what the man had told her she looked deeply into Psyche's eyes, took her hand and spoke politely but remembered in her heart that it was the girl she desired the most. As Psyche turned to lead her up the path she glanced up to see the girl jumping up and down excitedly, but then holding a finger to her lips in the universal sign of silence. Katie knew that Psyche must not know she was aware of the girl's presence.

The path was dry and dusty and Psyche gave her some leather sandles to wear so that the sharp stones would not cut her feet. "How did you know I was coming?" Katie asked.

"It is the way of things here," Psyche replied, "The girls come first and then the women who desire them. Yours is already waiting and we will see if you can choose her later. We will see if it is your destiny to meet."

The sun was hot on Katie's back and she wondered how she could feel the heat so intensely in a dream. In fact, she wondered how she could feel everything in this world as if it actually was a real place, even her legs were beginning to ache as the path became steeper. She wasn't sure she understood Psyche's answer but she remembered what the man had said and she tried to focus on that in the hope that his words would somehow bind her to this realm.

"I don't know how far you will get along this path," Psyche said, "Just remember that there is something you need to learn about yourself before we can prepare you for the choosing. If you are properly prepared when you come back next time then you will find the girl who came here for you. And remember this, you will only have one chance to choose and you will not even get back unless you discover that which you must know."

As they reached the top of the path there were little whitewashed and pastel coloured dwellings built into the side of the cliff to the right. The walls of these dwellings seemed to flow like natural stone and blended in with the smooth rock face at the top of the cliff. The interior of these dwellings must have been very small for some of them seemed not much wider than their brightly coloured front doors.

Psyche led her to a pale pink dwelling with a pretty round window above the door which she opened and led Katie inside. It was refreshingly cool in the little house which she quickly realised was not much more than a single room. The walls were painted white, there was a smooth marble floor and a rectangular bed was pushed up against the far wall. A door next to the bed led to a small bathroom in which there was a shower. Katie noticed there was a table in the main room with a jug of water and two glasses and that was about it.

Psyche told Katie to make herself at home and to return to this place on her next visit. She told her that when she arrived the next time she should come here, and would find a maid waiting who will assist her and answer any questions. She told her that she must shower herself well and then would be given a loin cloth which she would wear to the choosing. With that she turned and left, closing the door behind her.

Katie tried to focus her mind on this second thing that Pixie would tell her. Perhaps she had written it down somewhere, but she could find no scraps of paper or writing on the floor or walls. She held it in her heart and mind that she had reason to be here and there was more yet that she had to learn from Pixie. She dreaded everything ending now and waking up in her bed before Pixie had told her what it was she had to know about herself.

Suddenly the door burst open and a little girl wearing nothing but a loin cloth rushed into the room banging the door shut behind her. She had straight, shoulder length fair hair and a pretty face with bright blue eyes. She was very slim with a body a little like a young boy's, so her loin cloth was tied around almost non-existant hips. She was breathing rapidly and there was a look in her eyes that was a mixture of great excitement and urgency.

"Quick! We have to be quick!" she almost shouted, "I'm not supposed to see you before the ceremony and if they catch me I might get taken out!"

Katie was bewildered for a moment but she guessed this was Pixie and she was delighted to be alone with her at last.

"You have to know what it is you want most from this place," and she stood with her hands on her hips and an expression that said: and I hope you know what that something is!

"Quick!" Pixie shouted, standing right in front of her, "Remember what I say and write it in your book! Look at me and tell yourself what you most want!"

Katie frowned momentarily and frowning back, as if frustrated, Pixie pulled off her loin cloth and jumped naked onto the bed. Katie gasped with shock and excitement and looked down at the naked little girl who had now spread her skinny legs and was thrusting up her hips as if offering her bare, hairless mons, thrusting it up at her lewdly.

"What is it you want?" Pixie shouted, "What does your heart desire? Tell the truth! Know yourself! Start a new story! Your story! Tell the story of what you desire. Make it the truth and do not disguise your desire or dress it up to be something it isn't! Start your own story! You know where to do it!" With that Pixie lewdly pushed her middle finger into her bare cunt and began fingering herself lasciviously and licking her lips.

"Why are you here?" she shouted, "and why will you come back next time? You must be honest with yourself! You must know yourself!"

With that final sentence Katie awoke in her bed at home, the light of the moon still casting its silvery glow on her naked body. She sat up quickly and reached for her dream diary, switching her bedside light on at the same time. Carefully she wrote down the two things that the old man had said she should know. Firstly she wrote down everything that he had said and then everything that Pixie had said. According to him this is where she would find the knowledge that would enable her to get back and Pixie had said this too and Psyche as well.

She wondered what Pixie had meant by starting a new story and then it dawned on her. The webmistress of Sapphic Dreams was Psyche and her story was the one that Katie had been reading, but there were other stories too, written by others and what Pixie meant is that she should start her own.

Then it suddenly dawned on her. Before she had found Sapphic Dreams she had always felt guilty about her fantasies about little girls. Because of her guilt her fantasies were repressed and in them she would often do little other than kiss a little girl or, if she had been very brave, slide her hand down the front of a little girl's panties. But finding Sapphic Dreams had taken her on a journey within herself and through it she had found Pixie and Eresos and discovered that little girls were a much bigger part of her sexuality than she had previously admitted to herself. In a liberated place like Eresos little girls could know about their own sexuality and be free to express it. In a place like this little girls did not just want women to caress and cuddle them, they wanted to make love and to fuck, and Pixie wanted women who would fuck her. Pixie had to know that Katie would treat her like an equal and would have sex with her in the same way that she would have sex with another 24-year-old girl.

That was it! That was that knowledge that would take her back to Eresos at the next full moon. The knowledge that she not only wanted to touch and caress and make love to little girls, she wanted to get earthy and fuck them too. She had to show that she knew herself, that she knew her desires and be honest about how she felt in her heart. She had to start her own story and write about how she felt about little girls, about what she wanted to do with them and she had to write about her desire for Pixie in the truest way she knew how.

Unable to wait until morning, Katie opened her laptop, logged on to Sapphic Dreams and began to write.

To be continued...