Desires, Inc. – My Dream Girl

You can have anything you desire. That was what the sign said. I read it every day as I stepped out of the subway on my way to work. At first, when I read it, I thought, “What about my dream girl?” Laughing, I thought about how flexible truth in advertising really was. I mean honestly, anything you desire? That’s just not possible. I told my co-workers, who laughed as well.  Except for one. He just shrugged and said, “You never know.”

He was the weirdo sci-fi geek in the group. Always going to conventions and watching movies about how advanced we’re going to be in the future. He’s a fan of cloning and alien conspiracy theories, so I didn’t pay any attention to him. I should have.

Now, like I said, at first I laughed.  However, seeing that sign every day made me start thinking about it. Brainwashing? Maybe. The power of suggestion? More likely. But every day, there it was and all I could think about was my dream girl.

“You can have anything you desire.”

There was an address, too. I never noticed that before, but it had to have been there. I just wasn’t paying attention. It was uptown, in the business district, but I couldn’t quite place where, though I knew I’d be able to find it with no problem.

Find anything my heart desired? Yeah, right. More likely an empty building or a serial killer. Still it probably wouldn’t hurt to just ride the subway up a few more blocks and check it out. What harm could walking past a building really do? My cynical side thought it was probably an empty lot. That’s what my ex-wife would have said. That was when I made the decision. Or maybe I had made it days before and only just then admitted it to myself. I don’t know.  In any case, the very next day I stayed on the subway and went uptown.

Searching for My Dream Girl

It looked like a doctor’s office. The brick building was nondescript and rather boring. It looked totally safe.  I could see a receptionist through the glass and people coming and going, though none would meet my eye, so I decided to go in. Maybe it was a classy doctor’s office? There was no sign but I’d memorized the address.

“You can have anything you desire.”

Suddenly, I was thinking of everything I desired. Money, fame, a hot babe, a new car. A smile curved my lips and I must have looked like a fool strolling in, grinning.

The beautiful young receptionist smiled back and purred, “What do you desire?” She reminded me of the phone sex Mistress I’d called a few times. If I had to pick someone, she would be my dream girl. She was the only one who knew what I really wanted. I hadn’t called her lately and didn’t want to think about our last session, though I had cum harder than ever before.

My voice stammered out a response.  Soon,  I found myself in a clean, comfortable room with a bed and fireplace. How did I get there? A small device had been attached to my wrist by the receptionist and now I was in what I thought of as a very sensual and lush hotel room. Things got even better when a woman walked in. She looked surprisingly like my phone Mistress. She had long thick waves of hair, a curvy body and was wearing pink lingerie with a black silky robe thrown over it all. Everything came together into a perfect package. How could a stranger look like my dream girl?

Getting What You Need

I watched her come closer, my heart racing, cock hard, thinking that this was surely something I truly desired. Then the moment I never thought would happen did. I was with my phone sex Mistress, my absolute dream girl, telling her how I loved having a beautiful woman with me. I then added, “But I wish you had a strap on cock for me to suck and even fuck.” Why did I say that?

The moment the thoughts slipped through my mind, I heard a soft machine whirring and she (or the machine-Mistress?) dropped her robe, revealing no panties but instead a very large strap on dildo. It looked so real and the moment she indicated I was to come suck it, I was on my knees.

This was everything I desired. My phone sex Mistress, so gorgeous and controlling, with a cock for me to suck. Then I merely thought about her fucking me and instantly she was behind me, fucking me. It was something I had never allowed myself to even say, just a thought I’d had. I love women after all, but this was just too much. Clearly, I needed it and wanted it and she gave it to me.

All I had to do was think about what I wanted and it happened. Not only did I have my dream girl, but my dream girl had me.

IT’S ALL YOURS

“You can have anything you desire.”

It’s not a slogan or some place for empowerment. It’s truth. I’ve been there and experienced it. But you have to be careful.  That’s why I’m writing this. Your desires, the deep ones you don’t talk about, they are still there. Once you start to want something, you just want it more and more. Make sure you’re ready to be given what you desire or you may find that “Be careful what you wish for” isn’t just a cliché.

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