I am a dominant Alpha Male who dreams in colour.

Here I reveal myself by dreaming of a serendipitous, brisk, early morning walk with my dog -

He felt himself precariously balanced on a knife-edge of anticipation, not knowing where her surrender might end and his dominance begin as he lead the way for them both.

Only a couple of hours ago he had seen her on his daily ritual - briskly walking his dog at 5:15 AM, enjoying the view of the mountain. Why was she coming home so early on this Saturday morning? Why had he never seen her before? Why had this house always seemed as if it beckoned him to stop and to knock? Why had he seemed always to be thirsty at this place during his walk?

He had seen his dream girl lugging a very large suitcase out of her car and putting it down to get her key ring from her purse. As she pressed the button he heard the car doors snap to the locked position and, as if he were on the same frequency, he snapped from the curb. Within a few steps he reached for the suitcase and said, "Please allow me to help."

"Thank you very kindly, Sir," she had timidly said, almost as if she really didn’t want him to help but was strangely moved outside herself to submit to this man who seemed already to have some interesting power over her. He followed her to the steps and waited on the second one, a comfortable distance behind, while she unlocked the door.

"This is very heavy. I'll be happy to put it where ever you want it, if you wish," he said.

"Oh, thank you so very much, Sir," she had said, thinking to herself that she hadn't intended to invite inside, the man she had admired all summer on his walks as she had her early solitary breakfast. She now remembered being glad that the early summer light had allowed her to see this athletic, muscular man as he briskly passed each morning with his, white Spaniel prancing, properly, at his side.

Damn Airlines with their stupid over booking she had thought when she had been told that there were not enough seats left. But finally she was serene with the thought of a day of solitude, a free round trip to anywhere she chose and a hundred dollars extra cash she would save for that later trip. Now she would pack a few things she had forgotten and would take the same flight tomorrow morning.

"Where would you like this bag?" he politely asked.

"Oh, please, just bring it in here and put it on the bed, if you will, Sir," she said, as she led the way to the guest room. "Would you like a cup of Coffee?" she caught herself asking. "I'm making some for myself anyway, and you're welcome to join me," she invited, not quite believing she was really doing it, as she led the way to the kitchen table and gestured with a very attractive, servile manner for him to make himself comfortable in the chair she pulled and held for him.

“Surely,” he had said, graciously taking the seat she offered at the table, “Please make mine with cream and sugar.” She fixed two cups and placed hers on the table but brought his to him and bent her knees and seemed almost to kneel as she presented it to him cradled upon her upturned palms in an elegant manner. He lightly brushed her hand as he received the saucer with cup.

The coffee was wonderful and he had thought that she was too as he contemplated the idea that he already knew her while she opened the door leading to her fenced back yard for his dog to go out. This kindness to his dog made him feel very comfortable with her. He had enjoyed the view of her athletic looking legs and buns as she let the dog out and turned to proceed to the table as he discretely noticed her pertly breasts. She didn’t feel discomforted, but, as if it came from within herself, she felt vulnerable and almost naked in his courteous gaze that focused on her eyes. She tried half heartedly and failed to fight away that feeling of vulnerability.

He enjoyed her story of intense moments at the airport, a story that she now told with a sense of humor and victory. Her attitude was very appealing, not to mention other very attractive aspects of her person, aspects which seemed already strangely familiar to him.

After a wonderful conversation with this intelligent, articulate, yet sweetly submissive, woman, he had stood to express his gratitude, and return to his walk, a walk that had serendipitously provided him a welcome relief from his loneliness. Somehow knowing his intent, she also had stood. As he had moved toward the front door glancing at the sports watch he wore only for his walks, he was thinking that it was impossible that 50 minutes could possibly have passed as they had visited. She had gone to the French Doors off the kitchen and let in the patiently waiting dog that went directly to his master, dancing and jumping with excitement, seemingly sensing that the front door led to the opportunity to walk and sniff and enjoy once again, the outdoors, with his master. "Macon, down." he had said, hardly believing that he had not thought of his dog as he had arisen to depart the presence of this exciting woman. Macon had lain on the floor near the front door. He had turned to her expressing his gratitude for the coffee as she extended her hand in a gesture of good will. He took her hand and both of them realized that they were holding more than shaking each other’s hands. He raised her hand turning the palm upward and, lowering his head, kissed it gently with a slightly lingering caress of his lips. When he slightly released her hand, looking at her eyes, he noticed that the hand became weightless as she continued holding it, seemingly an extended offering, palm still upward, toward him. Her hand had seemed to float on its own - as if it had become a satellite seeking its natural orbit. He transferred the hand, onto his other hand and kissed the palm less lightly. He trailed the kiss upward in a series of little pecks that led to her wrist where he felt a slight quickening of her pulse as his lips brushed over her radial artery. The kisses seemed to her to send a series of ripples up her arm cascading over her shoulders and onto her breasts.

As she had focused on the feeling in her breasts the ripples catalyzed a warm tingle and she noticed her nipples reacting. He now held both her hands raising them to his cheeks and pressing them there for a moment before letting them go and placing his hands on either side of her waist. She hardly noticed that her hands stayed on his cheeks pressing gently after he had released them. With her arms raised, her top pulled upward and left the skin above her tennis skirt quite bare. His hands loved the warmth of her skin as they slowly traced that band of bareness from her vertebra to her naval and back again charging her body with a tingling energy.

He looked into her eyes. As she timidly returned the gaze, he bent his head downward to kiss her lips. She found herself standing on her tiptoes to meet his lips and briefly wondered how it had come so naturally to do so. She could not quite believe this was happening. Her lips seemed to have a will of their very own as they welcomed his with a natural affinity that seemed to come from some primal source deep within, boosted this moment by her own internal excitement. His lips separated and the tip of his tongue lightly traced the crevasse of her mouth which eroded into a wider and wider cavern with each pass now made by that delightful oral member as it become one with her own beckoning mouth, the kiss now protracting into a séance of bodies, minds, spirits, joined in an eminent dance of dominance and surrender.

Her spirit soared as he continued the compelling kiss, slowly exploring her mouth in its every minute detail with the tip of his tongue touching her ever so lightly as might a soft beam of light. As it was lighting upon the internal tissues of her warm, wet, mouth it set them aglow with its touch. She knew not what had made her hands clasp themselves behind her neck in complete surrender. While his fingertips continued to trace the bare skin of her midriff, she wondered if he could feel the churning of her abdomen within. His kisses now trailed across her cheeks from her mouth to the corner of her jaw near her earlobe. Then the kisses traced down around the corner of her jaw and down upon her neck. She wondered how he seemed to know of the vulnerability she felt when this particular spot was kissed and licked as he now was doing. The churning in her abdomen continued to escalate.

“Ughmmm,” she caught herself groaning as he pressed down her skirt and cupped her buns with his big hands. Her legs came together long enough to allow the skirt to fall to her ankles and then one foot stepped out of the garment and moved to the side so that her feet were planted just a little wider than her shoulders on the level of the living room just a short step above the foyer where he stood. This stance allowed him to wrap his fingers lightly around the under side of her buns. His hands moved firmly, captivatingly, the slow motion creating friction that strangely warmed her buns, the heat taking possession of them. Then he began to press his demanding, strong but gentle hands slowly, firmly, hotly downward, possessing now the lower edges of her feminine lips with his touch ever so scarcely taking her to new heights of submission.

She noticed a hotness begin to spread in her pelvic floor as she groaned just a little louder this time. Her groan, together with the touches, now stoked the fire that began to burn deeply within his own abdomen somewhere behind and below his naval. Her hands now found themselves reaching upward above her head in full surrender.

As he pressed her nether regions tightly to himself the pressure made evident to them both a rising of his manhood that surprised him. She, too, was amazed at his reaction. He felt himself pressing himself to her belly where the hardened maleness, still growing, felt more comfortable for them both as it nestled between his abdomen and the part of her stomach just below her ribcage.

His moan now gave momentary evidence of his arousal. He felt very warm all over his now tense and excited body as she lowered her hands and they simultaneously kneaded each other’s buns. She couldn’t quite understand the return of submissive feelings she had not known since her teen years, but she cherished each moment as it came. His hands curled their fingers beneath her buns again and lifted ever so slowly, with her wonderful firm derrière cupped in his large palms, as his tongue now probed deeply into her throat moving like a serpent as it wriggled about the deep recesses of her mouth. As the weight of her upper body transferred slowly to his hands, she slid her hands up to the center of his back and suddenly caught herself lifting one knee and wrapping her calf behind him to rest it on the ledge formed by the curve of his lower back and his round, muscular buns. This motion raised her pelvis just enough for the base of his hardened maleness to press wonderfully into the upper recess of her feminine slit and to place just the faintest pressure on her very rapidly responding nodule as it swelled and peaked its head from beneath its hood. An involuntary, slow tightening of her diaphragm caused her to emit an utterance that was like the sound a larger species of purring, almost growling, domesticated cat might make. She felt suddenly weak and breathless, desirous and vulnerable. Her pelvis tilted further upward now pressing her little budding protrusion more firmly in wonderful contact with the base of his strong male member.

His hands moved slowly upward lifting her derrière still pressing her to him. His eyes gazed down into hers. As her eyes met his intense gaze, the flood of sensations building inside her, now libidinously rampant body, mesmerized her. Those gazing eyes into which she hypnotically focused transfixed her. She was both frightened and stimulated by the flood of sensations that immersed her in a warm stream that transported her into a new realm of surrender, excitement and wonder. His thumbs followed by his hands slipped beneath the snug, smooth, fabric that covered her body above her waist. The fabric accompanied his hands moved upward. His hands moved, now, toward the center of her back between her shoulders. She found herself congratulating herself for the wisdom she had exercised in deciding to omit the bra as she had dressed for comfortable travel, so as to have, now, bareness she could submit to him while his hands, unencumbered, roamed toward his mastery of her bare skin. He firmly massaged her back, his fingers moving from her spine gradually lightening their pressure as they slowly moved toward her sides to the sensitive flesh below her armpits. She found herself raising her arms as if making wings to her sides with her elbows, her thumbs resting on her shoulders as the backs of her fingers touched the line of her jaw, continually hoping that his hands might make her his slave, move further forward toward her breasts. She was repeatedly disappointed as his hands lingered momentarily at her sides and reversed their direction for their return journey to the center of her back. The anticipation and longing in her breasts for the touch of his strong hands grew with each trip his hands made toward her sides. His eyes, gazing into hers, seemed to peer deeply within her, making her eyes the windows of her soul as she submitted more fully to the wonder of each moment and to the strength of this masterful man.

She discovered herself rising higher and higher upon the toes of the single foot left connecting her to the ledge of the raised living room floor. It was as if some mysterious force sought to launch her into freedom and adventure from the monotonous ritual of breakfast, housework, office work, dinner, bed, shower, breakfast… and from the inattentive partner who seemed odious to her deepest desires. How could this man know, she wondered, as he reached down and, with both hands beneath her buns, raised her completely from the floor as she wrapped the remaining leg around his waist and her arms around his neck. He seemed to have read her mind, she thought, as he lifted her higher than necessary as if seeking to launch her toward the sky for the flight of her life. Now his fabulous, kind, intense eyes looked upward into hers and she looked down and smiled, submitting totally, allowing him to take her toward the guest room where he had previously placed her suitcase.

As he slowly walked, she bounced ever so slightly and could feel the tip of his maleness nudging her feminine bud, which now blossomed into a state of more and more, full, arousal. By the time they entered the guest room, for the second time today, and by the time he crossed the open space to the position required to place her on the bed, she had playfully pulled from his back the knitted golf shirt he wore, taking it with her toward the bed as she leaned backward from his grasp. Now she playfully threw the shirt at him as she was tossed backward onto the bed smiling and laughing and falling to her back on the bed. Holding her hands toward him, she said, “Nice ride. I want to go again. Please Sir!” she added, her mouth forming a mischievous grin as with one foot she pushed the suitcase off the far side of the bed onto the floor near the window where it landed with a small thud on the thick, plush carpet.

He, standing over her, smiled back. “Turnabout’s fair play.” he said, as he took her by her hands and pulled her further than a sitting position so as to reach over her shoulders to grasp the top already bunched high on her back and quickly pulled it over her head and from her outstretched arms as she tumbled backward once more onto the bed and bounced back up to a sitting once more. He no longer could gaze into her eyes as those beautiful breasts bounced elastically while her nipples were like a composite of small round rivets sitting atop large, protruding pyramids wonderfully capping her firm, small breasts, binding his gaze to themselves as his inner furnace burned wildly out of control. “OK, but you must be this big to ride this ride,” he said, bending forward to cup her breasts with his large hands as if to indicate the required size and to simultaneously gage their moderate fullness and weight. She laughed out loud enjoying his sense of humor as he said, “Just the right size it seems, so ride you may, my girl.”

She couldn’t help but like him, and, she loved his hands on her breasts where they had now lingered, his fingers holding the weight from beneath as his thumbs gently fondled her larger than expected nipples in an alternating motion of circles and crossover flicks that made her entire body seem to blossom. She could hardly believe that she was here, with the man now lying beside her, whom she had admired as she had looked out her window so many mornings in the past. Her nipples seemed to be directly connected to her very warm nether region and she felt the coolness of the moisture evaporating from her only remaining garment. She knew that the moisture must have made her panty transparent and that knowledge gave her a feeling of being naked and vulnerable in her surrender. Why did she like this feeling so much? Why did she want nothing to interrupt her wet slide to wherever she was now submitting?

She placed one hand on his bare stomach and enjoyed the rippling of his muscles there. It felt to him as if his stomach were a sea being tossed by wave after wave from some internal storm. He released her breasts and reached to her far shoulder pulling her, in a wrestling motion, over him and rolling to a crouched position over her pinning her on the far side of the bed. She giggled, raised her free leg and, curling her toes beneath the band of his trunks, pushed them playfully down past his knees so that one side came off his foot and the other was near his ankle. His maleness, now free of the encumbering garment, hung stiffly at an angle. With her free hand she gave it an easy, toying slap and she watched as it oscillated from side to side not fully realizing how it was affecting her, till she felt the wetness on her panty grow forming a wet heather in her pubic curls. He broke a mischievous grin, reached to her sides and began to tickle her from her armpits to her hips over and over. He positioned his face above her chest so that as she wriggled from side to side, her elegantly, projecting, nipples brushed his lips. It seemed to her that he tickled her too long but she enjoyed the extended, lighthearted, play. On the last tickling path his hands moved down her sides and, picking up her panty, took it all the way to her feet where she lifted first one foot and then the other before he tossed the panty which struck the center of the dresser mirror.