I have been having some rather odd and dreams of late, some of which are a little disturbing and are making me really think there something I am craving. Here is my memory of one of the most recent. It is worthy of mention that my husband, Ted, was away, I’d had a few glasses of wine whilst trawling through several porn sites, several of which were interracial, something that really find appealing. Before sleep I considered having a play with my big ten inch black dildo but only got as far as getting it out of the drawer before crashing.

Ted and I were heading on a romantic trip to France and were taking the Euro tunnel. For anyone unfamiliar with the euro tunnel it is basically a drive on/off train on which you ride, in your vehicle, link between France and the UK. Although I’m now in my early sixties in my dream Ted and I were in our mid thirties. We had boarded and were the front vehicle one of the sections, which are divided by twin glass safety doors. We had only been travelling about five minutes when the train suddenly stopped. The stop was soon followed by an announcement on the PA system that every one was to remain in their vehicles. The train had been taken over by a political activist group but it wasnt their intention to harm anyone, so if everyone complied nobody would be hurt.

A few minutes later several people were out of the vehicles behind us, making all sorts of noises about what was happening and they weren’t going to stand for it. I looked at Ted and asked, “what now?”

I should point out at this time that Ted is a military man with specialist training in counter terrorism. He looked at me and very calmly said, “Well they have stated their intent so we will comply and hopefully nobody will be harmed. I just hope these lot behind us see sense as well as everyone else on the train.” With that he lowered his door window and shouted at the people behind to get back in their vehicles. A short verbal exchange followed with Ted trying to reason the people back into their vehicles. Mid way through I saw the dividing doors in front of our vehicle open and I stared, wide eyes and open mouthed, unable to speak, as I saw a black man and a black woman, both carrying pistols, enter our section of the train. The man was largely built, a little chubby, his hair slightly greying. The woman appeared to be a lot younger, she was tall and athletic looking. They were both dressed in black, zip up coveralls.

Almost simultaneously they both cracked a couple of the people making the noise in the face with their pistols and screamed at everyone to get back in their cars. In the commotion I hardly noticed several other people, all dressed in the same black coveralls, stride past towards the back of the train. It suddenly went quiet and I realised all the people had gotten back in their cars. Then the woman stood by Ted’s open window and leant forwards, her head close to him her pistol pointed straight at him. Despite her fierce glare she looked very attractive, huge brown eyes, full red lips, her hair tied back, accentuating her prominent cheekbones. Why were you shouting at those people?” She slowly said to Ted.

My heart was pounding amd my breathing rapid as my insides churned with fear. Ted hardly blinked an eye as he calmly said,” Well! You’re armed and serious. You’ve already shown you are prepared to use violence. However you said if everyone complied nobody would be hurt and I think you meant it. So I’m complying. I stayed in my car but had to try and get them to stay in theirs too for everyone’s sake.”

A slight curl appeared at the edges of her lips and her eyes softened a little. She then said, “Military man?”

“Ted nodded and said, “Yes mam!”

The woman almost looked like she had warmed to him as she focussed her gaze on me. “Is your lady going to be compliant too?” She asked Ted.

Ted looked at me and nodded before looking at the woman and saying,” she will because she knows its the best thing to do.”

“We’ll see! said the woman as she nodded to the black man, whom was now standing next to my door.

I looked as him and he opened the door, looked down at me and said, “Well! You’re a pretty thing aren’t you? Get out! I looked at Ted and he nodded and gave me a “every thing will be fine, he wont hurt you” look.