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Sweet Dreams
Chapter Two
Slowly Thomas began to wake from his deep sleep. Once again he leaned up on his elbows and surveyed the scenery. Once again he awoke beneath a large tree. For two straight weeks Thomas had been revisited by the dream of Anna and her roses. Thomas had tried almost everything to escape the gruesome ending, but no matter how far he ran from the mansion Anna always found him. And no matter how hard he resisted, Thomas couldn’t force himself to throw off Anna’s advances.
A few days ago Thomas had resolved himself to confront Anna directly and he had decided that tonight would be the night. But how exactly could he go about it? After all, Anna was a part of his dream. How did one carry on a conversation with their own dream? Thomas sat calmly at the base of the tree, collecting his thoughts, when he felt a smooth, delicate hand caress his cheek. Thomas looked over and found himself face to face with Tracy, a colleague from his office.
Thomas clenched his forehead in confusion at seeing her in his dream. He didn’t really have intimate feelings for the petite, raven-haired secretary. It wasn’t for lack of looks though. Tracy was one of the most beautiful women that Thomas had ever laid his eyes upon. But there was something about her. Every time Thomas was around her he felt rigid chills race up his spine, and he wasn’t quite sure why. And that’s what bothered him the most.
Gently, she leaned forward and pulled him closer to her waiting lips. With a wicked grin, she swallowed the warmth of his mouth, drawing his lips into a passionate embrace. Thomas found himself questioning the origins of this dream, based on his lack of interest in Tracy.
Then, all of a sudden, Tracy broke the kiss and looked off towards the mansion. Looking up at Thomas she once again caressed his face, telling him “My love. Soon we will be together forever, and you will be out of that witch’s clutches. Soon. I promise.” With that, she kissed him once more upon the lips and ran off towards the horizon, away from the massive house.
Then Thomas heard Anna’s familiar voice calling to him. Once again facing the mansion, Thomas saw his “dream girl” strolling up the hill, umbrella in hand, with a basket in the other hand. Seeing Thomas she immediately picked up her pace and seemed to reach him in seconds. Remembering that this was a dream, Thomas wasn’t entirely surprised.
“Hello lover. I noticed you relaxing out here by the tree and decided that we should have a picnic outside.” Setting the basket down, Anna leaned over and ran a finger across Thomas’ lips. “What’s this?!”
Thomas’ eyes grew ten times when he noticed the bright red smudge on Anna’s gloved fingertip. Rubbing the back of his hand against his lips, Thomas realized that Tracy had been wearing an exceptionally bright shade of lipstick.
Thomas couldn’t help but chuckle. This was the first time he’d ever railroaded himself in a dream. Then he realized that Anna was standing over him, with her hands on her hips, and he coughed to hide his laughter.
“Uh . . .I can explain . . . .”
“Shhhh . . . “, Anna quieted him as she placed her finger upon his lips. “I don’t want excuses. Not here.” With that she replaced her finger with her own lips and washed away all of his worries.
The two quickly fell into an embrace that both had become accustomed to over the past few weeks. Anna found herself welcoming the rough texture of Thomas’ hands as they removed the straps of her blouse and massaged her shoulders. She softened against the firm press of his lips and quivered against his familiar touch.
It didn’t take long for him to uncover her breasts, cupping each one firmly in his hands. With one final kiss, he settled her down onto the grass and loomed over her. His eyes gleaming with lust, Thomas began to massage her breast and nipple with his tongue. Moaning, Anna arched her back, forcing her body against his rigid sex. She could feel him firmly pressing up against her inner thigh and she deeply wanted him inside her.
Placing her hands upon his chest, Anna forced Thomas off of her and quickly sat up, removing her blouse, and tossing it toward the tree. Turning back toward her lover, she caught him staring at her, naked except for her white gloves. Crawling towards him on all fours, Anna licked her lips longingly, staring at the massive bulge in his pants.
Out of habit Thomas leaned back onto the cool grass and prepared for Anna’s delicious torture.
Straddling his legs, Anna ran her tongue up and down Thomas’ crotch. Removing his pants Anna saw that he was exceptionally hard for what little foreplay. “You seem rather excited today, my love,” she said with a firm squeeze on his cock for effect.
“Rough day at work”, he said very plainly.
Anna paused for a second at this comment. It was often peculiar how modern his language was for a lover who was supposedly set in the past.
“Something wrong?” he asked.
“No”, she said returning to the situation at hand. With that she cupped his balls in her free hand and swallowed his entire dick. Thomas moaned with approval, which only caused Anna to be that much more satisfying. Running her tongue around in circles, Anna started pumping at his shaft with her other hand.
Removing her lips, Anna examined the pleasure on Thomas face as she continued to jack him off. His eyes shut, head tilted back in pure enjoyment, Thomas was completely oblivious to the rest of the world. Therefore he didn’t notice the short, petite, dark-haired woman standing just a few feet away from them.
Not wanting to interrupt his bliss, Anna continued to pleasure him. But she stared curiously at the woman. She couldn’t directly make out the woman’s features, but she knew that she didn’t like the woman. Something deep inside of her told her so.
Suddenly the scenery changed and the three figures were immersed in a field of roses. Immediately Anna froze in horror at the evil grin that crept across the face of the dark-haired woman. Slowly she drew her finger across her throat, and Anna wondered if the woman was crazy.
Then she felt the cold trickle of something warm running down her neck and Anna began to sob. She had endured this nightmare for two weeks straight, always ending in the same manner. Closing her eyes Anna tried to will herself to wake up before the shock set in.
“What the fuck! Oh my God! Not again”
Anna was jerked from her solace by Thomas’ cries of panic. Opening her eyes she saw the puddle of blood that had formed on his chest. Again, like every night before, she broke into uncontrollable tears as her hands leapt to her throat, attempting to keep the blood where it belonged. Again, like every night before, she could feel the strength draining from her body. She tried to cry and the scratchy wheeze that escaped her lips, sent chills up her spine.
The last thing she saw, before darkness, was the dark-haired woman walking slowly toward her, flashing a sadistic smile at her pain and suffering.
Suddenly Anna awoke, sitting upright. Her body convulsed and shook as her mind sought to verify that she indeed was alive. Again, like every night before, she sat there curled up in her covers crying and moaning herself into near exhaustion. Eventually her mind settled into a quiet solace. Rising to her feet, she decided to patrol her house for awhile. It was times like these, during the first hour after the dream, that her imagination would prey on her fears the most.
Tossing on her robe, Anna headed to the entertainment room first. Anna surveyed the softly lit room and all of its many unpacked boxes. She sighed a frustrated breath out and decided that tomorrow was definitely the day that she would finish unpacking.
Her stomach clenched tightly at the thought of her new job. She had been here a few months prior, following up on a job possibility, and considering her recent degree in International Finance, she felt that she had made a good career choice.
Moving on to the other rooms, Anna’s mind wandered back to her nightmare. Her mind dwelled the dark-haired woman. Cold and cruel, the woman touched a spot deep in her mind that buzzed with static. It was the same feeling that she got every time she saw roses in her dream.
Shaking her head, she forced the thoughts out of her mind. Those thoughts would only lead her back to panic and tears. Next her thoughts drifted to the mansion that she had called home for so much of her childhood. She still hadn’t figured out why it kept appearing in her dreams. She never even liked the damn thing. It always made her feel like it was watching her. Waiting to devour her.
Again she shook the thoughts from her mind. If she kept this up, she’d never fully calm down and get back to sleep.
As she entered her “personal” room, her thoughts drifted to Thomas. She smiled unconsciously at the thought of her dream lover. She could clearly picture his sharp, sloping jaw. His cool gray eyes. His coal black hair. In fact, she knew his face so well, she had started a portrait of her fantasy man. She didn’t know what she hoped to accomplish in giving reality to a figment of her imagination, but it was something that made her happy.
She sat down at the easel and chose her brush. Returning to the colors of her previous nights, she began to wrap herself in the joy of painting. It was the first time she had ever painted from memory, but the likeness was astounding, if not perfect. She filled the next few hours of the night, solidifying his presence.
When she had finally finished, Anna once again had peace of mind, and decided to squeeze what little bit of sleep she could out of the night. Returning to her bedroom, she hung her robe on the back of the door and settled into bed.
She stared up at the ceiling, allowing her mind to wonder back to Thomas. She closed her eyes and imagined his hands caressing her body. Soon her own hands began to mimic those of her dream lover. Pulling the top of her nightgown over her breasts, she pinched the nipples sharply, making them hard and sensitive.
The image of Thomas firmly locked in her mind, Anna’s hands slowly found their way down her stomach, stopping at her pussy. Anxiously she rubbed her fingers between her lips and brought them away, covered in her juices. Opening her mouth wide she sucked the sweet liquid from her fingers, and licked the pair of her fingers like she had Thomas’ cock, many hours earlier.
Her free hand kept her pussy busy, as her thumb found her clit and rubbed furiously at the swollen nub. Removing her fingers from her mouth, Anna drove two into her sex, cupping her palm over her mound.
Her breathing became heavy and quick, as she developed a steady rhythm. Her free hand once again found her breasts and tweaked them to the point of pain, sending a quick jolt to her pussy below.
Rolling over onto her knees, Anna reached behind her and reentered her pussy from behind. She pictured Thomas behind her, forcing his fat cock into her, and forced a third finger into her sex. Again she closed her eyes, and heard Thomas talking dirty to her. Telling her how badly he wanted to fuck her. How badly he wanted to cum inside of her.
And that was the straw that finally sent her over the edge. Driving her face into the pillow and pulling at the sheets with her free hand, Anna’s body rocked its way to a frantic climax, covering her in a cool sweat. Collapsing in a heap of exhaustion and sexual relaxation, Anna snuggled into the warm comfort of her bedcovers.
Finally sleep overtook her and she slept soundly till the morning came for her.
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