CHAPTER 1

As I sit here writing this, I think back to when this all started.

It was an ordinary day, nothing special or odd about it. I had gone to the grocery store to pick up a few things I needed. I was browsing around the chip section when I felt something tug at me. I looked behind but saw no one other than a woman who was at the other end of the aisle. I shrugged my shoulders and dismissed it.

I was going up the aisle to the checkout counter and passed the magazine section along the way. Again that feeling of someone or something tugging me was there. I looked around again and saw no one. I turned to my left to see I was in front of some wrestling magazines. I looked them over, thumbing through them. I picked up the last one. It was a WWF poster magazine. I looked on the outside cover. It had pics of Rock and Austin. I flipped it over to see it had some of the Divas (I scrunched up my nose) and at the bottom a pic of Undertaker. I bought the magazine and went home.

I went into my room and began pulling out the posters. I also saw they had a poster of Kane in there. As I opened them, I was so hoping that Taker was not on the back of Kane as I liked the both of them. Luckily, it was only Austin. I breathed a sigh of relief. I discarded the others and put up my Taker and Kane posters, with Taker right above my bed.

The poster showed Taker dressed in blue jeans (fitting snug), open black vest, blue bandana around his head, his hair pulled back, sitting on his red Titan, with sunglasses. Every inch of him exuded sexuality as he sat on the bike. "Man, what I wouldn't give to have that really in bed with me every night." I drooled just thinking about it.

For the next couple of weeks I would look at my poster before going to bed. Often times I would imagine he was actually watching me as I undressed for bed. My body would get tingly and break out in goose bumps at the thought of him actually watching me.

CHAPTER 2

It was a couple of weeks later I began to get weird feelings. It was like there was someone watching me as I undressed. What was even more strange, as I would move around my room, I could feel eyes watching, moving with every step I took.

For some strange reason, those feelings led me to the Taker poster. I shook my head. "L.C., you must be hallucinating." It was just so odd. I've had posters up before, but none ever did that. I even looked at the Kane poster. Nothing. I knew I had an active imagination, so I continued to believe that's all it was, imagination.

I decided to try an experiment. Before going to bed, I would undress in the bathroom. When I entered my room, a sudden rush would hit me, as if someone was upset. When I mean sudden, it was like I had done something very wrong. I did this for a couple of days, the same thing happening every time.

Then I undressed in my room and waited. There was nothing. No sudden rush of any kind. Just complete calm.

From then on I stayed in the room and would undress for bed. Oh, by the way, I wore nothing to bed. What happened next you will not believe.

CHAPTER 3

It was a month later. I woke up one morning early, as I needed to get to the office to get some extra work done. When I first opened my eyes, I felt warmer than usual, but it was a good kind of warm. I turned over in the bed.

I sat up in complete shock. The spot next to me was warm. I sat there wondering what the hell was this. "I know I went to bed by myself!" I felt the spot. It was still warm and I could smell something. It was coming from the pillow. I brought it up to my face. It smelled of Drakkor Noir. I began to shake, wondering if somehow someone had gotten in the house and had done this for a turn on.

I got dressed and began to inspect every window and door. Nothing seemed to have been messed with. I went back to my room and double-checked the windows. I happened to turn and noticed the poster looked a bit different. I looked again. I swear I could see a hint of a smile. I looked away for a bit. When I looked again it was gone. I sat on the bed and ran my fingers through my hair. This was getting a bit too bizarre. "Get a hold of yourself. You haven't been with anyone for a long time. It's just wishful thinking."

I showered and dressed, going on to work, thinking it would help keep my mind busy. I got home that night exhausted. I looked in the frig to see what I could whip up fast. As there wasn't a lot, I grabbed a carton of fruit and yogurt and sat in front of the TV. I flipped through the channels, and then saw Smackdown was about to come on. I sat back to watch it. About three-fourths of the way through, I hear the song "Rollin, Rollin, Rollin." Taker came out on his Titan, the red one, looking exactly like his poster. He parked his bike and got in the ring, walking around with his arms in the air. As the camera got a close up, he looked at it and said "Soon."

I dropped the remote and jumped up. I had heard him say it, the voice coming through the set. I expected the announcers to say something but nothing was said. Did they not see him say it or was it something only for me to hear? I picked up the remote and turned it off, but it came back on. I thought maybe I had hit it twice, so I went over to the set. When I pushed the off button, it wouldn't turn off. I saw him look at the camera and shake his head no. I sat back down and watched the match. When the match was finished, he got on his Titan and rode up the ramp. When they cut to a commercial, the TV went off.

I went to the bathroom and showered. I crawled into bed but couldn't sleep. I tossed and turned for a couple of hours. Then a peaceful calm came over me. My eyelids became heavy and soon I was asleep.

CHAPTER 4

The next morning I woke up, again that warm feeling of a body next to me was there. I quickly turned and saw the empty, but still warm space, the familiar scent drifting up to my nose. I turned and looked up at the poster. It looked just like I had bought it. I thought back to Smackdown and what he had said. What did it mean?

I had put in for some vacation time and was packing as I would be leaving on a flight that night. After making sure everything was secure, I left.

I came back a week later exhausted. I did have fun but I had found myself thinking of the poster. I had missed the feel of a warm body next to me, the scent that lingered on the pillow. When I went in my room, I looked to see my bed was askew. I saw wet spots on the pillow. I looked at the poster, seeing it was extra shiny, especially around the eyes. I touched the eyes and quickly pulled my fingers away. The poster felt damp, as if it had been crying.

I unpacked, putting my dirty things in the hamper, then showered and went to bed. It wasn't long till sleep overcame me.

CHAPTER 5

Sometime during the night I woke up to the feel of something next to me. It was warm and smelled of cologne. I looked down to see the outline of an arm draped around my waist. I quickly turned, the outline of a large body next to me.

I was ready to scream when a pair of lips cut me off. I was stunned. I felt them grinding into mine, prying them open as a warm tongue entered my mouth, exploring every inch. Never had I been so thoroughly kissed as I was now. I groaned as I felt hot flashes go through my body. My arms came up on their own volition and wrapped around his neck.

My body was pulled closer to his, his hand stroking my back, gently cupping and kneading my backside. I thought I would met in the bed, realizing there was absolutely nothing between us. he pushed me onto my back, still kissing me, his hands caressing my breasts, his thumbs softly rubbing my tips. I felt them become hard. Somewhere in my mind, I moaned for him to suck them.

His lips left mine, gently nipping and kissing my cheek and neck. I could feel my slit become wet and begin to throb. He made his way down my chest. I arched my back as he licked all around before taking the tip in his mouth. "OOHH!! I moaned as he sucked and nipped till it was swollen, then went on to the other, doing it the same till it was swollen. I cried out as his lips were now licking my stomach, nipping at my navel.

I grabbed the covers as his fingers were now at my thighs, stroking them, tickling the dark curls that hid my desire. Whispering in a soft, low voice, he told me to open my legs, that he wanted to make me feel good. he was already making me feel good, so it didn't really take a lot of encouraging on his part.

I opened my thighs, his hand cupping my passion. His lips nuzzled my neck as two of his fingers opened the outer folds, slipping his middle finger in. It had been so long since I felt like this as they slowly massaged my wet slit. I took a ragged breath, my whole body feeling as if it were on fire. Then he found my bud and began rubbing it till it swell, sliding his long fingers inside of me. I moaned as he found my g-spot, tickling till I closed my thighs around his hand, holding it there as he slid them in and out. I WAS GOING OUT OF MY MIND!

He moved down, his other hand opening my thighs, his fingers still inside me. He knew exactly when I was almost there. Taking his fingers out, he bent and teased my inner thighs, making me sob. My body cried out for release, but I made myself wait. Sliding his hands under my buttocks, he slipped his tongue inside. I nearly jumped off, grabbing the covers as I arched my hips to give him more. I can't begin to describe the way he was making me feel. If I were to die now, this would be the way I would want to go. I was in sensual paradise.

His lips caressed my bud, sucking and nipping, driving me insane. I continued to grip anything I could, bucking my hips. Gripping my buttocks even tighter, he buried his face further in me. I screamed, ready to burst at any second. Tangling my fingers in his hair, I bucked faster. "OH GOD!" I cried as he thrust his tongue inside my love tunnel.

My body shook; I could no longer hold back. "I'M CUMING" As I flowed, he drank my essence as if he hadn't drunk in a long time. When I was through, he slid up my body.

I looked in his eyes, which seemed to shine. "I want you to do me," he said softly, then laid on his back.

The moon shone in the room. I saw the outline of his shaft. I began to throb again, licking my lips in anticipation.

I know I'm overdoing this, but this is something I just had to tell you, putting in every detail.

I got on top and bent to caress his lips. I licked them slowly, tasting myself, before he took my tongue in his mouth. My hands seemed to have a mind of their own. Running over his hard chest, feeling his nipples perk, then sliding to taste them. I heard a low rumble vibrate through his chest. "Keep going," he moaned. I slid down his body, smelling the mix of male scent and leather. My fingers went through the coarse curls to the base of his shaft.

It will seem like a dream, but my fingers just made it around the base as I slid them up and down. I heard him gasp, then moan. I licked up and down his shaft, the smell of musk driving me on. I went lower and licked the two sacs that held his seed. His fingers ran through my hair, his hips moving. I licked back up his shaft, curling my tongue around the tip as I took him in.

He lifted his hips, a low growl escaping his mouth. I licked and sucked him, remembering all the tricks I used to do. He held my head, bucking his hips. "OH SHIT! THAT FEELS GOOD!" he groaned.

I could feel him stiffen, ready to burst. He stopped and lifted my held up, "Not yet." Pulling me up his body, he put me on my back and positioned himself. Taking his shaft his put the tip in, then lifted my legs over his shoulders and slid in. For a bit he stopped till I adjusted to him, then he began a slow sensual thrust. I moaned as I felt his tip reach all the way. He gripped my hips and sped up his thrusts, the both of us breathing ragged and sweating. I was shaking, the need to release overwhelming. I moved faster, the familiar tingle again taking over. "AAAAHHH" I cried as I came, his warmth filling me as he continued, slowing down till he stopped.

He collapsed on top of me, kissing my forehead. He moved to lay on his side, pulling me close to him as the both of us drifted to sleep.

CHAPTER 6

The next morning I woke up to see the spot beside me empty. I looked at the poster, a half smile was on his face. I showered and dressed, then again looked. The half smile was still there.

I know what you're thinking. Yeah, she's two cards short of a full deck. Go ahead and think that way. I know what happened was real.

The next couple of months were like a dream come true. Every night he was there, holding me tight. During some of them our passion would overwhelm us.

Then something happened. I came home from work, going to my room first thing. I saw the poster was empty. I knew he liked to play tricks, so I thought I would play along. When I went to bed, I expected him to be there. I awoke to find he was not there, the poster still empty.

After a week, I knew he was not coming back. My poster lover was gone. I cried for a week after that, the days going by slow.

I didn't turn on the television anymore. The pain of seeing him would have been too much. I decided I needed to get away. I asked my boss for the extra time off. I packed that night to leave out the next day. I looked at the still empty poster. A tear slid down my cheek as I knew he had met so much more to me. I had gotten my wish. He had been in my bed, but now the wish was over. It was time for reality.

I left for the airport the next morning. As I waited to pick up my ticket, I sighed as memories went through my mind. I took my ticket and was going to the boarding area to wait. As I walked, I got distracted and didn't watch where I was going. I felt like I had walked into a brick wall. All I saw in front of me was a chest. I looked up and gasped. It was him.

CHAPTER 7

He got a quizzical look on his face. "I know you from somewhere?"
"How?"
"I don't know. I just do."

We looked at each other for what seemed like eternity.

"Would you care for a drink or something? My flight doesn't leave for a while," he said.

I stuttered to get the words out. "I..I.. wouldn't mind."

We went to the lounge. He had a whiskey and I had a margarita. I went to introduce myself but he said. "Your nickname is L.C."
I was stunned. "And you're Mark or should I say Undertaker."
"You live in a two-bedroom duplex. Your room is decorated with wrestling posters."
I couldn't say a word.
"I don't want you to laugh," he said, "But have you ever had an out-of-body experience?"
"I don't understand."

"It happens usually when you're asleep. Your body physically is there, but it's like your inner being leaves. You see yourself. For the last couple of months I've been experiencing this. I don't know how or why, but I found myself coming to you. It didn't make any difference where I was. I found myself there with you.

I thought I was dreaming all this till now when you bumped into me."

I sat there fascinated. A couple of my co-workers had told me about it, but I had never thought any more about it. I explained what had occurred when I had put his poster up above my bed and the strange things that happened after that, especially the night we had made love.

"I remember," he said, looking at his drink. "I hope you don't think me forward, but that was one of the most beautiful nights I ever had. Was it for you?"

"It was," I replied. "When you kept coming back after that, I got used to you being there. When I saw the poster empty and you didn't come back, I thought It had all been a dream and it was time to wake up."

"May I ask you something? Would you mind if I came by to see you?" he asked hesitantly.

I nearly fell out of my chair. "I would like that," I replied softly. I wrote down my address and phone number. He gave me his cell number to call. At that moment, my flight number was called. I told him I would be back in a week.

CHAPTER 8

The week I spent on vacation couldn't go fast enough. When I returned, I got home as fast as I could. I walked in the door to the phone ringing. I ran to pick up; it wasn't him. I thought to myself it was too good to be real, everything had really been a dream after all.

I went in my room. I looked at the still empty poster. I sighed and began to unpack. That night as I lay in bed, I looked to my right, expecting him to be there. Of course, he wasn't. The next day at work, I went through the motions, my body there but my mind was elsewhere.

I left to go home to face another night alone. When I pulled onto the street, I saw a strange car parked in front. I pulled in the driveway. As I exited the car, I saw someone get out. I recognized the figure immediately.

I ran to him. I was never so glad as I was to see him. "When did you get here?"

"About an hour ago," he answered.

For a while we stood there. "I guess we had better go in."

I opened the door. As we entered, he looked around. "Would you like something?" I asked, going to the kitchen.

"This is just as I saw it. Down to the knick in the wall by the closet."

"I went in the bedroom and looked by the closet. Sure enough, there it was. "You remember that?"

He nodded. "Everything that happened was for a reason. That reason being we were meant to be together. What you and I experienced was the real thing."

"You mean I had an out-of-body experience and didn't know it? But why did the poster stay empty?"

"Because, we were to meet. There would be no reason to stay there any longer."

CHAPTER 9

I had just finished, going back to read when an arm came around my waist, pushing me down on my back. A face appeared above me, a pair of green eyes looking into mine.

"Good morning, beautiful. And I believe a happy one year anniversary."

A small wrapped box appeared on my chest. I opened it to find a beautiful diamond tear drop necklace. "It's beautiful!" I cried in surprise, sitting up.

He took the necklace and put it around my neck, then kissed me, pushing me back down. "What would you like to do today?"

"I don't know. Do you have something in mind?"

"Oh, I thought about just spending the whole day in bed," he said softly, his lips nuzzling my neck.

"Sounds good to me," I groaned, his lips covering mine.

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REMEMBER: That poster you buy next time and hang on your wall just might turn out to be something much more. I know it was for me.

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