Chapter 1

When you fall asleep - it’s your conscious mind that sleeps!

Your subconscious mind never sleeps. As a matter of fact, your subconscious mind is responsible for your dreams - good, bad, ugly, beautiful, horrific...

The subconscious human mind runs on a totally different power source, than the rest of your body, controlling every function, every thing - in your life.

Learning the secret of connecting your conscious to subconscious - can propel you to happiness and total bliss.

From there, the possibilities are limitless.

Have you ever drifted in and out of a dream? Maybe one that was so exciting and erotic that you want to lie still, keep your eyes closed and somehow drift back inside that dream?

But what would happen if you were trapped somewhere in between?

... Between lying sound asleep in the middle of the night, or having the time of your life inside the subconscious world of your most fantastic, satisfying, erotic dream ever?

But then, what if you didn’t quite make it back to your dream but you were somehow trapped out there, a thousand miles from nowhere, in a subliminal, mindless ... empty space?

Have you ever faced such a life altering decision that it caused you to stop and wonder if this is the right thing to do? Wondering if maybe you should at least step back, look it over, and think it over?

What if you didn’t have time to think about it? You are forced to make a split-second decision.

One part of your mind says, Go ahead man, let ‘er rip.

Then, the other, more cautious part of your mind says, Hold on now. Let’s don’t have a runaway here and get into more trouble than we can handle. You need to remember the last time you decided not to let common sense have a say so.

That makes you remember the last time. It was almost this same situation, the way it happened. As if there’s a little red devil sitting on your left shoulder, urging you... Go for it. Hell, let’s really get fucked up and have some fun for a change.

But then, there’s that darling little blonde haired angel, sitting on your right shoulder, dressed in a diaphanous white nightie, smiling as she tells you; Don’t pay any attention to that horny little red bastard over there. He’s the one who got us in trouble the last time, remember? I remember well, because I’m still not convinced it wasn’t him who got me drunk, took my virginity, then buggered my coochie until daylight.

Finally, you’ve made up your mind, and tell your little angel, ‘Hush and hold muh beer - Or you can get off here and wait until I come back this way’

’ ... You’re not leaving me here alone in total darkness! Besides, you need to understand, that pretty woman’s husband gets off work at seven each morning, and he’ll break you in half like you’re a dry noodle if he comes home early and catches you with that damn cock of yours, buried to your balls his wife’s pussy - in his bed’

Then your dick gets hard, and that horny son-of-a-gun has never listened to reason, especially after it gets a whiff of pussy.

You’ve seen her at least a half-dozen times, coming and going, in and out of the apartment building. The first time you saw her, her appearance absolutely blew you out of the saddle. The next time you saw her, you stood aside as she met you in the hallway and passed right by you without so much as a word, or even a glance your way. Your legs were so weak, you staggered over to lean against the wall, shaking your head while watching as she walked away. Finally, she turned at the end of the hallway to look back at you. She waved, smiling as if she knew all along you were watching the swish and sway, to and fro of her sexy ass.

Oh but, yesterday - she said hi to you, and she even stopped to lend a hand.

You’re standing at the door to your apartment with your key chain in one hand, fumbling as you try to get the key in the lock. You have half a dozen plastic grocery bags dangling from the fingers of both hands.

Snatching your keys from your fingers, she tells you, “Here, let me help.”

She opens your door, pulls your key out of the lock as she enters, then holds the door open for you. She closes your door and runs to catch two of the bags before they slip off your fingers.

She’s standing at the counter looking up at you with a smile that could lead you to commit adultery.

“Hi again. I’m Autry.”

That’s all she says, still smiling at you as you stand looking down at her enormous breasts.

She’s not wearing a bra. Her pointy nipples leave no doubt about it

“Hi, Autry. I’m Tony. I’m glad you stopped to help. I’ve been wanting to meet you. Uh, would you like a beer?”

“I’d love to drink a beer with you, but my housemate forbids me to drink unless he’s home to drink with me. You know, reputations, and stuff like that.”

“OH! Well I’d hate to cause trouble between you ... and your friend. Does he work nights?”

“Yes, the eleven to seven shift each night - six nights a week.”

“He doesn’t work swing shifts?”

“No, he prefers the eleven to seven. He makes nearly two dollars an hour more. He’s trying to get bumped up to assistant night-foreman, so he kisses ass at work. At least that’s the impression I get, from the way he talks.”

“I see. Hey look, I’m not trying to get you into trouble, but it’s only midnight.”

“I just now glanced at your clock over there. I was bored as hell and I was going for a walk, just to kill time anyway. Why don’t you put the rest of your groceries away and I’ll get two of those frosted glasses I saw in your freezer, and pour us a beer. I’ll drink one beer with you, but that’s all. Beer makes me horny, and there’s no way in hell I could drink two beers, and trust myself around you.”

“OH? Do I look that menacing?”

“Menacing yes, but not in a threatening way. Besides, it’s me I don’t trust. How old are you anyway?”

“Twenty-two.”

“I’m twenty-one. Do you work or just go to school?”

“Both. I work at the steel mill nine hours a day, five days a week, and attend classes three nights a week.”

“I could tell by the size of your arms, you must work at the steel mill.”

“Actually, I workout down at the beach on weekends, and I’ve managed to get into shape without working out every day.”

“I’ll say you have. You sure do have huge biceps.”

“Thanks. One girl told me I look like a nuked-up-freak.”

“She probably has a sissy for a boyfriend - or she has a girlfriend.”

“My last girlfriend - had a girlfriend. I was okay with that, but then I kicked her ass out one night when I came home from class and caught her in bed with her girlfriend, and a guy she was fucking in his ass, with a dildo she had strapped around her hips.”

“DAMN! Her loss - is the only comment I’ll make about that. I love this Bud Light. Mort drinks Coors and I can’t stand the taste. Could I ask you for a favor?”

“Sure.”

“Take your shirt off and let me see your chest and abs.”

“Autry! Though I always take my shirt and pants off as soon as I come home from work or class, I’m not sure about doing this in front of you. You just said your housemate is the jealous type.

“We have another seven hours and besides, I wasn’t asking you to strip naked. You do have underwear, don’t you?”

“Tommy Johns.”

“Do you really? I wear Tommy Johns.

“I wear the boycut panties in black. I have three of their bras in black too, though I hate wearing bras. I only wear them when I go to class. The guys all stare at my nipples if I don’t. You need to tell me what your schedule is at night school. We may go on the same nights.”

“Uh, I wear the mid-thigh Tommy Johns in black.”

“Could I pour us another beer, while you take your shirt and pants off? I hope you don’t think I’m like this all the time. You’re the first man I’ve spoken to, since I moved in with Mort five months ago.”

“I wondered about that. I’ve seen you at least a dozen times and I never did see you even look my way, so I kept my mouth shut.”

“OH, I LOOKED AT YOUR SEXY ASS - ALRIGHT! Just not so you’d notice me looking. I love this beer. I think I told you that already. Hurry and take your shirt and pants off. I want to see to you wearing just your Tommy Johns, before I have to leave.”

Tony watched as she turned to get two more beers and two more frosted glasses. He wasn’t going to let this lead to anything that would cause either of them lingering problems. Yet, he couldn’t keep his dick from stretching and swelling as he looked at her ass, covered in skin-tight stretchy-gray short-shorts ... and those breasts, that stretches her thin shirt, and his imagination, past the limit.