"David . . . Come to me . . . Come . . . Come be with me . . ."

Curious, I propped myself up on my elbows and turned my head to see who was calling me. There shouldn't have been anyone else in the room, but I don't remember being afraid. At first, all I could see was darkness, but the veil soon parted to fill my eyes with a vision of the most exquisite creature to ever grace the world. Call it exaggeration, call it poetic license, call it what you will -- but that's truly what she was.

She was beyond beautiful, more than magnificent, and she literally took my breath away. Gawd, she had to have stood six and a half feet tall, with a body that was perfectly proportioned in every way. Her luscious legs were oh-so long, slightly athletic, but still deliciously feminine. One glance and I just wanted to lick my way from ankle to thigh and back again.

She had the kind of hips that promised perfect procreation, with just enough fat on them to soften the bones beneath. They were the kind of hips that you knew would offer a secure handhold while you fucked the living shit out of her - which, believe me, I certainly wanted to do.

As for her waist, well . . . it was Barbie doll thin -- waspish, even. We're talking the stuff that dreams -- fantasies -- are made of.

From there, my gaze travelled up through the swell of her breasts, magnificent globes of flesh that left me wanting to suck them and fuck them at the same time. That's not to say she was top-heavy, mind you, just . . . well, erotically proportioned. Oh, and they were real - there was absolutely no denying that.

Now, if it had just been a dream, surely I would have stopped there. I didn't.

Flowing upwards from that flawless torso, her swan-like neck gave way to an ivory visage that eclipsed absolutely everything. Her lips were full, and red, but this was no fuck-me lipstick -- her colouring was all-natural. Her cute little nose fit perfectly into place, and her deep, emerald green eyes were the perfect complement to her cascading mane of crimson hair. Gawd, even her cheekbones were perfect, arched as they were over blushing cheeks that needed no cosmetic aid.

"Breathe, David." Spellbound, I watched those incredible lips moisten as they formed the words of her speech. "You mortals tend to require the exchange of oxygen, as inefficient as it is."

I was so enraptured by her presence I saw nothing amiss with her command. It wasn't until I'd obeyed that I realised I had been holding my breath. Yet . . . I still could not take my eyes off of her. My first impression had been that she was naked, but the red skin that shone so brightly in the darkness was simply a form-fitting, perfectly tailored bodysuit. It looked like something you'd see in one of those fetish shops - perhaps latex or PVC - but it was nothing so ordinary. Nothing so mundane.

"Perhaps I should introduce myself," she began, drawing my eyes back to her face. "I . . . well, I guess I fit the role of whom you would call the Devil." When she smiled, I thought I'd cream my fucking shorts -- her face was that exquisite. "You, however, can call me Lucy.".....(cont)