In the dream, I was walking up to an old, ramshackle ranch style cottage. It was a peach color, matching the landscape of the sunset speckled sky, and I was not walking alone. Their identities unnoticeable, three of my close friends walked along with me as we approached a man standing just outside the front door smoking a freshly lit cigarette.

He was a homely middle-aged white man with a dirty blonde mullet and was the type of guy that had no business at the high rollers table. He seemed oblivious to his rapidly receding hairline, and smiled a toothless grin behind the smoke. He greeted the friend to my right, then to my left, and then my other friend without acknowledging me. The friend to my left quickly introduced him to me, but I cannot remember his name. Waldo maybe, or Wilson. His name was perfect for his hillbilly appearance, and he grabbed my hand in his, a humongous ball of flesh that seemed to swallow mine as if it were a child's. He continued to grin toothlessly, and invited us into the house.

While walking through his dirty, unkempt shack, I had the overwhelming feeling that I was following lead to the fellows I was with. There was a blatant excitement in the air that seemed to permeate from the four of us, and I knew we were walking into some sort of party. Suddenly we were on the rear balcony now, a long and narrow wooden structure overlooking an ocean. I heard female voices in the near candlelit distance. I began to get aroused.

Upon receipt of greetings from a group of very attractive young women sitting in the shimmering candlelight, I fidgeted my crotch, and had to readjust. I noticed the body language of the three fellows I was with, and like me, the sheer beauty of the four women in front of us took them aback. We all initiated a large conversation, one in which we made jokes easily for them to laugh at, and they replied with enticing sexual innuendoes. Apparently, they were as interested in us as we appeared to be in them.

Suddenly, shifting, (as dreams so often do) we were in a large, heart-shaped bedroom painted red. Everything was red, right down to the plush, satin sheets spread romantically over the red mattress. My friend Nick was lying on the bed, now nude, with a blond woman dancing provocatively above him. Nick was smiling, and I noticed he was also salivating. The man with the mullet, now in the rear corner of the room, was videotaping the entire event when I realized we were in a makeshift television set. There were people all around us - stagehands, directors, photographers, actors, the four girls, and us. The four girls and us were suddenly nude, all standing confidently naked in each other's presence. Nick and the blond seemed comfortable and happy with one another. We watched longingly, waiting for our collective turns.

Nick was holding a beer bottle, as the cinematographer and the director positioned him awkwardly around the set, collecting various angles for the amateur porn movie. Nick smiled, and inserted the beer bottle into the vagina of the girl as she whimpered in pleasure. Then, somehow, I knew that the Hillbilly, an amateur porn director, had set up the eight of us for a shoot. I was beginning to wonder when I would feel the red satin under my ass, and with whom I would be paired.

Suddenly I was on the bed. Above me was an adult model that I had seen on the Internet, Aria Giovanni, and she was now eliciting a provocative dance to me. She was wearing a red garter, and nothing else - just like I had seen on the Web. Nick and his girl were doing things on the red bed right next to us that would have made Heidi Fleiss blush. Aria and I paid them no attention. I immediately laid a juicy one on her open mouth. She accepted, and returned the favor. I was kissing Aria, her mouth so wet and inviting, and my body surrendered. If there was anything else in the world I would rather have been dreaming about, I sure as hell didn't know it.

We continued to ravage one another, never committing the act of sex, as all the others joined us on the bed. Everyone on the bed besides Aria and I were involved in a full-fledged orgy. The two of us, however, had blocked out all existence, as we continued slowly down the elusive road to becoming one. She hungrily grabbed at my piece as she breathed heavily, and a warm genuine breath escaped her mouth into my ear. I was intoxicated in her as she slowly inserted me into her as she straddled me, her shiny red heels digging into the outside of my thighs. I lost air as I felt her from the inside.

At this point, I would rather have died than wake from the dream.

Quickly she took me out of her, and bit my lip as she drew her head away. In a daze, I wiped her aromatic saliva from my entire face. We had attacked each other in overwhelming lust and desire, our bodies and minds yearning to become one with the other. I could not bear to wait any further; I had to have it now.

"No," she told me, yet I did not ask her why. I knew why. She did not do that type of thing. Aria was a nude model, not a porn star. She poses naked for the flashing bulbs of cameras, sometimes with other females, but not other males. She never does insertions, either, and I began to realize what it all meant. Like a train, it struck me with tremendous force and a painful twinge in my heart.

She must have liked me. She let me inside of her, something she must have - like me - been unable to control. Something she must have done only with those she actually desired. The immense privilege washed over me as I rose up from my back, now drenched with sweat, and kissed her mouth again. Not as fiercely, yet just as passionate.

Immediately, the director snatched Aria up angrily by her left arm, and forcefully fumbled with her beautiful nude body. I watched dumbfounded as he dragged her across the room to the entrance of some type of indoor water slide. He violently pushed her down the slide, her scream fading into an echo, and into nothingness. Brokenhearted, I quickly jumped after her and down the mysterious water slide. The rest of my dream, my friends, my red-room encounter with Aria Giovanni - all washed away with me down into the blackness.