My Adventures with Riya
 by T.S. Rajesh©

Part-I: Coming into Existence
 
I have been dreaming of a beautiful woman almost all my life. Okay. "So what's
new in that? Everyone does that." In my case, it is a bit more than "Normal".
Mostly it has been the same woman. Or I should say, Girl. The interesting part
was, it was becoming so real day by day, year after year, my dream girl also
grew with me. Like a childhood companion. To say that she was beautiful is an
understatement. She is the most perfect woman I have even dreamed of (huh!) that she didn't even appear to be human. Her skin was without the slightest of the blemishes, that she appeared almost translucent. Another weird thing was that I was losing track if she was a dream or a reality.
 
That day, I started quite early in the morning, as I had to go onsite to our
upcoming office complex far from the city. It was still dark and cold. I pulled
up my blazer to protect myself from the chill, and started my motorbike. When I reached the end of the street, I saw her. She didn't look exactly like my dream girl, but somewhere behind my mind I was getting to smell the fragrance of lilacs which I had associated with my dream girl. Her face was baby like, but
the shape of her breasts, neither too big nor too small, were proving that she
is far from a baby. She smiled at me as if she had always known me, and I
automatically slowed down. As she was wearing a Jeans and a T-shirt, the
outlines of her breasts were showing up clearly - I have never seen breasts so
perfect, except on my dream girl. I started feeling warm from within. "Are you
looking for a woman?" she asked, in a sweet voice. "Your Place or mine?" she
asked. That stuck some chord within me. "Oh!" I thought to myself. "She is a
call girl". I could never imagine her selling her body for all takers. I felt
pity for her. I also realized how easily within my reach she was. That beautiful
body... Those breasts... I was not only very close to saying "yes" but was
dangerously close to jump upon her, hug her, and suckle at her breasts. I
was feeling my control leaving me. She seemed to gauge me, and was smiling as if at a private joke of her own. It took all of my will power to check myself, and I took a step back. "No!" I whispered in a voice that was barely audible. "No! I am not looking for a woman for sex" She smiled knowingly. "Okay!  On your way then" she said, and I started my bike. After going a few dozen feet, I turned back to look at her again. But there was no one. The street was empty. My head started spinning. I thought that I had imagined things, perhaps dreaming, having gotten up so early. "What a wonderful dream! If only I can see her again" I felt like I lost a part of myself.
 
It was mid day, and I was strolling away from our office complex. I realized
that until the complex is completed, and my company moves into this new place, this is just more than a jungle. "We will build a city around this,” I thought, and sat down under a tree and opened my lunchbox. A stray dog came from nowhere and stood in front of me, wagging its tail. I threw some food and it started eating it. When I started eating my lunch, I heard a hungry voice. "Kind Sir, I am hungry. Please give me something to eat". I turned to see a woman standing, with a baby in her hands, held to her breast. Old shabby clothes, uncombed hair, and dirty face as if she hadn't washed for a few days at least. One of her breasts were exposed, disappearing into the baby's mouth. But every now & then the baby released her nipple and continued crying, and she would again thrust her nipple into it's mouth, as if it is a pacifier. I started getting warm inside, and for no reason, remembered the girl in my dreams. Although this woman is nowhere half as beautiful as my dream girl. "Sir, I haven't eaten for two days, I don't even have enough milk for the baby. For the baby's sake at least, please give me something to eat".

Without thinking much, and before I could change my mind, I handed over my lunchbox to her, and she started eating hurriedly. I kept watching her eating. She didn't stop until the lunchbox was empty. After that she looked at me. "But Sir, you have given all your food to me, and now, because of me you'd starve.." she said with a hint of thanks in her voice "Is there anything I can do for you?" She was openly inviting me "Anything."  She came near me, placed her baby on the ground and opened her blouse further. Her nipple jutted in front of my face. "Maybe you like to drink some milk? That is the only thing I can give for your hunger." I felt as if I was stuck by a stun gun. She came near me, and touched her nipple to my lips. I tasted the sweetness on the tip of her nipple. For that moment, I forgot her shabbiness and dirtiness. I could smell lilacs in my mind, without the stimulation of my olfactory nerves. I've always had this fire burning within me, the deepest desire, to be held lovingly and breastfed. And this woman as if could somehow read my soul and core, pressed her nipple to my mouth, and instinctively I opened my mouth to take in the nipple to suckle. Nothing in the world could've prevented me from giving in to the magnetic pull of the desire for her life giving nectar. Nothing. Except.. "The Baby" I said, wondering if it was my own voice. "You said that you don't have enough milk, and I don't want to starve your baby by stealing what is rightfully his". She watched me for a moment. "You are very kind, Sir! It would've been an honour to have you suckle at my breast". She pressed my face to her breast and squeezed, letting down some of her milk in my mouth. "God bless you" she kissed my forehead, picked up the baby and was gone. It took me a few moments to realize what happened. That I had lost something. An opportunity that I had been waiting all my life. One I am willing to wait for until my death had presented itself, and somehow I managed to lose it. Quickly I tried to search for her, but she was nowhere to be found. It could've been a dream too, but I still had the wonderful taste on my tongue, and realized that although my desire and longing remained, I was not hungry any more.
 
I was lying in my bed, already asleep and dreaming. Today, Again, I was dreaming of my dream-girl, my senses heightened by my experiences of the day. I was relaxing and dreaming, of my face buried in her breasts, she lovingly pressing my face to her breasts and gently caressing my head, and I was lost in the smell of lilac. "My Sweet Raj!" She was saying, when suddenly I remembered that this is a dream. And also, I remembered that never before in my dreams was her voice so clear. Today, it felt so real, that I thought that I was waking up from a dream into another dream. I was hearing just what I always wanted to hear. "I love you very much my dear Raj" she whispered. "Me too" I said, my voice muffled into her breast. I was having the most unique feeling of sleeping peacefully on my bed, and same time, lifting up my head from her breasts to take a closer look at my dream girl. She was as beautiful as ever, pearly, translucent like a mist, but feeling very much real in the softness of her skin on me, as if partly a dream and partly real. "Of all these days, why did you chose to talk to me today"? I asked. "Today you are more receptive to me. We have to talk a bit. So, lie down and sleep comfortably" She made me lie down on her lap, and I closed my eyelids, which was transparent and I could see her looking down into my face lovingly.
 
"Are you a dream?" I asked.
"Yes and No"
"A Fairy then?"
"In a way, you can say so"
"What does that mean?"
"I am your Metaphysical Twin" she said. "Celestial and Terrestrial Partners".
"Like a Sister?"
"Not exactly. We are playmates, friends, siblings, lovers, sexual partners. We
have been whatever you  have thought of me all these times. Although, I am in a world what you consider "Dream", we are very much part of each other, and recently, due to certain patterns of emotions and behaviours and certain other conditions in the celestial time space, we both are able to share the same physical as well as metaphysical time space". "Means?" 'Means, I can come out of the dream world and become very real to you, as much as you can get into the dream world with me. You only have to reach out for me, and I’ll be there. Now sweety, continue your beauty sleep, and We shall meet in the dream world" "Wait!"  I cried. "What is your name?" "My name is what you had thought of a long time ago.. you can call me Riya".
 
"Riya"
 
That name triggered a torrent of emotions in me. Indeed, I had given that name to my dream girl a long time ago, without knowing how I chose that name. It barely sounded normal, but so many times had I whispered that name? So many times I had slept with that name in my mouth, dreaming of playing with her, dreaming of suckling at her breasts, dreaming of having passionate sex with Her. "Riya" I said slowly "Can I kiss You?" She threw her arms over my shoulder and pressed her lips to mine. They were soft and sweet. We kissed deeply, and I lost track of time, and lost track of when the dream ended and I went to a dreamless sleep.
 
Next day, I was able to remember my previous night's dreams remarkably clearly, and was walking as if drugged. I couldn't make up my mind if it was a dream or it really happened. Sleepily, I reached my office and sat down in my cabin. "You can find me if you reach out for me" she had said. I felt like going back to sleep right away and dream about Riya. I had to pull myself back to my senses. "This is work time. I should not be found asleep in my work hours,” I told myself, literally slapped myself and indulged myself in my works. Towards the evening, I sat down to relax, and whispered 'Riya". I was aching to get back onto the lap of "mother sleep", where I can find my beautiful dream girl. "Riya" I whispered again, my eyes closing and the lovely face of my dream girl came in front of my eyes. Then I felt the fragrance of lilacs and felt a soft kiss on my cheek. My eyes flew open. "Riya! Are you there?" I whispered, beginning to think if I started losing my mind.
 
Then it happened.
 
Though I was half-expecting it, I was not prepared for what was materializing in front of me. It looked like a mist was forming, but rapidly it became translucent, and the pearly white form of my dream girl was in front of me. And then it started taking a definite form. Even though I had dreamed of her countless times, I was stunned to look her in real form. For a brief instance I was afraid that I got into something occult. But then, looking at her, I realized that it was "MY" Riya. "Riya" I whispered, not able to believe if I was
actually seeing her, or if I was dreaming again. But the smell of lilacs
soothed me. Within seconds, she was in front of me, as real as anything else in the room. "Are you for Real" I whispered, my voice full of awe. She brought her hand forward and lifted my hand, kissed it and pressed it to her breasts. She was soft, smooth as silk. "Yes my dear, I can be very much real when I wish, or when you wish". We closed the distance between us and locked in a tight embrace. Her supple body and hard breasts pressed onto my body as my mouth found her sweet lips. When we broke the kiss, I said "You are beautiful". "So are you" she said. We are each other's dream beauties". Then I asked "Riya.. Can others see you?" She replied "As of now, No. I exist only to you. But with time, I can come completely into this real world of yours. Being of metaphysical origin, I can do things you can only dream of. I can help you in ways not humanly possible".

We kissed again, as I stroked the swell of her breast, I started asking
"Riya!..." Before I said anything, her robe was becoming translucent, and then
dissolved in a wisp of mist, and was gone as it came. I touched her bare
breasts, soft but hard and smooth like a china doll, but active and responsive
to my touch. She pushed my head towards her breast.. "Don't I know you Raj?" she said teasingly and as I got busy, she silkily and dreamily said  "My Sweet Raj!

Going by our experiences in the dream world, I am so very excited and look
forward for our time in this corporeal form". Her eyes twinkled.

Part II:  Riya At Work

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