Coming through the mist

Susan was on her front porch when through the fog out stepped a magnificent man, his feet suspended by something otherly. Erasing her stressed lawn, a red carpet came into her mind. Cameras flashing, people cheering, calling his name pushing forward with random disregard for manners feverishly longing for a piece of him.

"Hello my dear Mademoiselle. I am Atillio," he said, keeping a respectful distance away, uttering his name softly; sexy, allowing the L's to roll off his tongue seducing her ears. Right then and there she just knew he had to be real because her previous hallucinations had never been auditory. This was discussed with her doctor at length and she watched him as he wrote down this disclosure with a hospital ballpoint pen, keenly aware of the way he underlined the revelation. Somewhere, this information sits in a file as proof.

"Can I come sit beside you?" He asked, dropping his eyes first towards her breasts possibly lower and then towards the empty chair that she had no reason to wipe down. The towel she used to wipe down her seat lay damp by her feet, as it seemed companionable with the wetness developing between her legs, a sensation long forgotten once upon a time.

"Of course," she said. "Sit if you like, but what I would really like for you to do is to join me in my bedroom and make sweet love to me." Her declaration was not shocking. It seemed natural to them both, as natural as the rolling fog.

"But of course," he said, ready like an on time train pulling into the station. "Your wish is my command, Mademoiselle."

Inside the bedroom, they disrobed ever so slowly watching each other as if before a mirror for the first time, and Susan wondered if his skin felt the same fire that was burning through her pores. When he dropped his drawers she received the answer, pleased by the size of the package he presented. It could not have been more custom ordered.

"What's next?" Was not said by either of them and Susan could not explain how she was in charge but she was, guiding his hand and his phallus to each craving needing attention especially the cavern within her body throbbing with each thrust that he generously offered until she was completely satiated with a finality, surrendering politely but commandingly,

"That's enough." She said. At Susan's command he got up off the bed and dressed himself as if this was something that had happened ten thousand times.

"You can go now," she said, suddenly craving to be alone.

"Your wish is my command," said Atillio, preparing to leave the way he arrived, suspended off the ground through the mist, confident he had accomplished his goal.

But before he left he looked back at Susan one more time asking, "Mademoiselle. Please forgive me. I never asked you your name."

And Susan was not so sure she wished to reply so she did so reluctantly,

"Isn't it a little too late for formalities? Besides, you had me at dear Mademoiselle."