It had been about an year since he had gotten divorced and although he was an attractive man, he had been unable, uninterested or too demoralized to enter a new relationship. His luck with women had been abysmal.

He spent his time studying manifestation, going to mushroom ceremonies and meditating to get back in touch with himself. Being goodlooking, wealthy and open-minded just wasn’t enough in his case.

One day he decided it was time to try to manifest a new relationship.

He spent time on a vision board, decided how he wanted to become for his new relationship, more confident, better dressed, a patient lover with much to offer, including the kinkier parts.

He then started working on what he should be looking for. He got as brave as to try to find a picture that captures her essence.

He worked on generating an image, rather than using someone’s photograph, for fear of becoming too attached to a person he already knew. He wouldn’t just use a celebrity image. No woman he already knew was on his mind. He was looking for the symbol for his next lover.

Before he knew it that day, he had spent hours and hours finding the right hair, the right eyes, and the right lips.

His next step was to try to program his subconscious to find someone like her. He placed his alarm clock to ring at 4:25 AM. It was his attempt at a lucid dream, that would lead him to the woman of his dreams.

There was something in the air when he got into bed that night, a feeling of freshness, a slight crackling in the furniture and the electronics. He let some music play, thinking it would help his chances for the dream he needed.

As soon as his head touched the pillow, her image started playing before his eyes, a Tetris effect of all the work he had done that day. He didn’t feel as though he had fallen asleep, yet his dream had already begun.

He was transported in front of a line made of large cloths, dipped in yellow sunshine, a slight breeze blowing through. He was wearing a shirt with 3 buttons open. He was on his feet, gazing at the cloth in a sort of daze, hypnotized by the movement and the warmth of the yellow sunset light.

The silhouette of a woman made her way in front, on the other side, gently touching the cloth with her fingers as she approached the center. There was an opening there.

“Daddy, please follow me in.” he heard her say, her words were honey, but gave him no time to reply, just to watch. She slowly started walking away from the cloths. She was clearly on display, the curve of her hips moving was a feast for his eyes.

It already seemed like one of the best dreams he had ever experienced. He started taking steps towards her, not knowing what he could expect.

When going through the curtains, he was surprised to see the woman he sketched in his memes. She was wearing expensive black lingerie and a black leather choker with a ring. He took her in with his jaw falling open to reveal a smile.

“Don’t be so surprised Daddy, I’m here to please you.”

She made her way towards him with a smile on her face, stopping right next to his shoulder. She wasted no time, she already had him in her hand, warming him up.

She whispered in his ear with an intentionally innocent voice.

“I want you to get hard for me Daddy. We have an important job to do.”

“What might that be, how should I call you?”, something felt off for him, and yet, she seemed delicious.

He took her hips and she massaged his now hard cock.

“Call me the woman of your dreams Daddy.”

Each of her slow strokes were pleasure and agony.

He wanted to touch and kiss and see her, but he was entranced in her grip.

She gasped in his ear as his hands made their way up and down her back.

She whispered in his ear,

“May I suck it Daddy?”

“I was hoping for dinner before I get you in bed.”

“Not yet Daddy, I need a drop of your cum first.”

Not yet knowing why, he was reluctant to indulge.

“I’ll play, but I want a kiss first.” he said, interest peaked.

She picked up speed until he was one stroke from coming and stopped.

She placed her hands around his neck and looked him in the eyes. Her beauty was unmatched, truly the woman of his dreams.

“Come get it.”

Her kiss was intoxicating, he was completely enraptured in it. Her lips were hot, her tongue was deft and playful. She won him over with a single kiss.

When it ended, she asked.

“May I go down now Daddy?”

“Just one drop?”

“Yes Daddy just one drop.”

Now on her knees, she kissed his him through his pants three times as she undid his belt. Each kiss brought him just to the edge of orgasm, he wanted to pull back.

“Don’t worry Daddy, it will do exactly as I tell it. I can keep you on that final throb all night if I want to.”

One hand she massaged his testicles. With the other she slowly ran her thumb up his shaft, stopping at the very tip. She then pressed her finger hard at his base and pushed up on his urethra, expertly releasing a single drop of cum. Her thumb then pushed the rest back down. He shook all over, his eyes rolled up, he had an orgasm at her hand. He was not allowed to cum, but everything went up his spine and to his head, one of the most intense sensations he had ever had.

“I have what I need now Daddy.” She said when he stopped shaking. Then licked the drop of his tip. Her tongue was fire.

“Now we can get to the fun part. I can be whoever and however you want Daddy. I can see you want to date this one first.”

“Maybe you want to come between the tits of that brunette that ignored you.”

She said, making her way to bed. By the time she got there, she was wearing a little opened night robe, nothing else. She had the long black straight hair, fake tits and face of someone he actually knew. She teased him by squeezing her boobs between her shoulders.

“They can be all yours tonight Daddy.”

He watched her little show, still unsure how to act, for a moment stuck in anticipation, in awe of the impossible new world he had just discovered, of how vivid the dream was, of how intense the orgasm, of how alive his partner was. His cock still throbbing at her every move and word. Even so, something about that particular brunette was off putting.

“No?”

“I know... maybe that blonde you like.”

Her hair curled up, she became skinny, her robe gave way to white lingerie. She had garters and a bra, but her underwear was gone, she had a landing strip. Her hair became blonde with gentle curves, her eyes turned green.

She caught her hair in a bun, dropped on her back and started playing with herself.

“Blondy wants you to attend Daddy.”

This one he liked. He got rid of his pants, opened his shirt and made his way between her legs. Wasting no time, she guided him in right away.

“I want you to fuck me hard Daddy.” she said wrapping her legs around him.

Adam’s skin was burning, he had never before felt lust so strong. The only thing burning hotter was her wetness.

He wanted to stay firm and strong and slow.

She seemed in a rush.

She grabbed his ass and pulled him in, what he felt to be impossibly deep. Her touch seemed to make his penis impossibly long, reaching all the way up her spine to her head.

His slightest move now sent intense waves of pleasure through them both, she gasped at every stroke. When he slowed down for a moment, she caressed his scalp and threw in a piece of information.

“Fuck my energy body Daddy.”

Her voice cheeky and erotic.

“Have you ever felt something so intense before?”

“I have not, but I want to see your climax.”

He grinned and made his thrusts longer.

Going all the way out, and slowly back got her shaking.

He could see the energy of his falus reaching all the way up to her head, and from her spine, sparking up her skin.

“This is not my first time Daddy, faster.”

He picked up speed and she started cumming earthquakes.

As they both caught back their breath, he saw her face again. She was flushed and now seemed 10 years younger. The same blonde, but now as a younger woman maybe in her early 20s. Her new look made him wince. “Too young!”

She was completely unphased.

“Thank you Daddy. That’s exactly what I needed.”

“Mommy will see you now.”

Lifting his eyes, Adam saw another bed just a few steps away. There was waiting another woman in her forties, she was gorgeous. Dressed in a long golden dress, she looked curiously much like his pictures, but a little older and with the body of Goddess’ sculpture.

She beckoned him to come with her hand extended, a finger slightly out. Not gesturing in any other way.

“Come next to me.”

Adam only lifted one foot off the floor and was transported next to her in bed. He was on his back completely looking up. She laid on with her back on an enormous and ornate pillow. His eyes met hers. Her bust was right next to his face.

“I want you where you’re trying not to look. Do you dare?”

With reverence Adam released one of her breasts from her dress. Mommy brought her breasts right over his mouth and one of her hands made it’s way all the way down to his falus.

Her touch was magic.

Her smell was intoxicating, he was completely high, his tactile senses became heightened to the point where she only ever so gently caressed him and he was once again on the edge. Lost in her skin and their touch.

He dared to touch Mommy’s nipple with his tongue, then with his fingers. Finding the courage and a lust he didn’t know he had. His tongue became electric, she gasped and tensed. She too was that sensitive.

At this point, he just wanted to let it out, but something wasn’t letting him release.

Mommy squeezed him in her hand and whispered.

Her voice was bliss.

“You have an explanation coming.”

“Listen carefully” her voice said, but her hand was still keeping him on edge.

Blondy showed up naked and glowing with a chalice in her hands.

“It would seem that you are gifted in magic Daddy.

Your attempt at manifestation brought you to me.

You’re getting an Astral Lover, I believe you’ll find its superior to a regular female in pretty much every way.”

She climbed into bed with the chalice ready to pick up every drop.

“To make it happen I’m going to collect the fruit of this first encounter and share it with Mommy.”

“Next time you’re all mine Baby.”, Mommy whispered in his ear.

Her voice stirred him up. He pushed a hand up Mommy’s dress and started rubbing her clit as she played with his now red tip.

She pushed his falus in front of Blondy’s chalice.

“Come for me Daddy.”

His intent to penetrate Mommy for a moment became so strong he started to convulse. His skin started glowing gold. She must have seen and felt it.

They came together in a great release, where not a drop was spilled.

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When walking in, three women, all beautiful, waited at the door.

Two of them he knew from before,
On one he had a crush in the past,
With the other he had experienced one of the best tantric moments in his life.
The third, he had never seen before,
She was older than the others.
The first two were ecstatic to see him, the other, still reserved.

When he saw her long black hair,
And her curves through her slightly see-through golden dress,
His nostrils flared.

That’s when he knew, She was the one tonight.

He looked deep into her eyes and found something he liked.
“You… I haven’t met.“ That’s how he let her know he wanted her.

The other two left as though commanded. She then invited him into the room. It was a small one this time, but it was filled with pillows and mirrors. It had fantastic lighting and a slight scent of basil, filled the entire room.

“I’d like you to start with the dress on, even if it’s just to see how it falls off.“
She looked him in the eyes and smiled, looking flattered.
”I can do that.”

He decided to wait undressed in a lotus position. For a few minutes, mulling over her smile and his decision. The other two were pretty great, but he was looking forward to something new.

She walked in with a bowl of heated oil,
He opened his eyes just after she stopped in front of him.

”I’m Angela.”, she said placing the bowl on the mattress.
”Nice to meet you Angela, you look lovely tonight.”
”Are you a practicioner in the tantric arts?”, she asked.
”I can’t say that… I do have some experience.”

As though through magic, the beat of the music became louder, she turned around to slip out of her dress.
She did it slowly,
One strap,
And then the other,
As it slipped down,
She was perfection,
Her curves divine,
Her moves erotic,
Moving her hair to the side,
She revealed her neck,
Slim and graceful,
He could already see himself giving it a kiss,
She turned around and gave him another smile,
A little wider this time,
He could see it,
She felt,
Wanted.

She took a seat in front of him and took his hands,
They were now, both in a lotus.
As she performed her consecration,
He performed his own,
”Bastet,
Goddess of Love,
Lady of Perfumes,
If it pleases you,
Bless this act,
May it benefit and please us both.”

Somehow finished in perfect sync, he was invited to lay down on his back, as she began her massage to the tune of tantric beats.

Without words,
She caressed him with her long black hair from head to toe,
She then gently grazed him with her nails, until he was all goosebumps,
His skin tingled with desire, as one of her fingers slipped between his lips.
He could feel her surprise when he met her with a gentle lick,
With a little touch around his earlobe, she briefly took her leave.

He took the opportunity to find her in one of the mirrors on the wall,
He tried to meet her gaze, but as though in trance,
Her eyes were closed, her body, gently swaying to the tantric beat.

She made her way back to his body, with an oily touch,
Taking care to caress his every inch,
There was something about her way, that made him all a tingle,
The feast for his skin and muscles was only matched by the feast for his eyes.

She slowly made her way down to his feet,
Activating them with her nails,
With a gasp,
A wave of energy went through his foot, up his spine, right to his head.
Now infatuated,
She caught his gaze, as he watched her pour oil on her own body,
He surprised her by sliding his foot, up and down her inner thigh,
She surprised him, by picking it up, with a smile.

“What’s your sign?“, she asked, massaging the back of his foot with her nipple,
Tense in the anguish of not being able to turn around,
Fascinated by the scene in the mirror,
Engrossed in her touch,
”Scorpio”,
”A Scorpio Man.
And an Aquarius Woman.”
Scratching his thigh,
She offered no further explanation,
Smiling as though he were her prey.

Eventuallly she placed his feet down,
And made her way up his body, making use of her chin,
One vertebrae at a time,
All laid on top of him, her hand made its way from his shoulder to the top of his hand,
Their fingers,
For a moment,
Interlaced,
She gave him a lick on the back of his ear,
With a gasp, in ecstasy, he squeezed her hand.

Purring like a cat she pulled her hips up his back,
And brought her hands back up to his shoulders, in a long scratch,
She then started massaging his scalp as she gently slid her hips up and down his back,
Her hands pulled his awareness up,
Each of her strokes, connected to his heart,
As she slowed down,
With him entranced,
She whispered,
”It’s time to turn over.”
Her voice seemed of a different person, feline.

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That night she wrote:

“I want to be a naughty fairy.”

She sketched her dress her dress for the occasion.

She was thinking of using the alarm title, “Late to the ball“, when she started hearing his whispers.

“I want you to tie a green ribbon tight around your thigh for this one.“

Already biting her lips in anticipation, she tied her green sash around her thigh and went to bed in her night robe, wearing no underwear.
Before she knew it, the alarm woke her up, she took a sip of white wine as was their custom, and making her way back to bed, the trip already started.

She was a golden fairy, flying in the night sky.

Quite high up, she had no idea where to go, looking around, she started noticing her surroundings.
The clouds were beautiful,
The moon full,
The sky, dark blue.
The stars, moving gently on the sky.

“I see a castle.“

Enjoying her flight, she glided through the air, and back into her bed. She threw away her sheets.

The castle was far away, and the flight was long.

“Will I ever make it in time?“, she wondered, as she started caressing her sash.

As she thought it, she noticed a giant pumpkin pulled by horses flying in the sky.

“I’ll check that thing out.“

Getting closer, she saw it had open door, the pumpkin was enormous. It hinted at danger, with it’s black horses. Not knowing if to go inside or not, she hovered in the distance trying to get a better look.

A figure appeared in the door, she waved hello.
A Green string appeared around her waist, it was coming from the pumpkin,
It felt soothing, it looked magic,
The man inside, started pulling her towards the pumpkin,
At first gently,
Then one arm’s length at a time,
Each arm’s pull,
Came with a sigh,
A sigh lead to a jolt,
A jolt, to a sigh forgotten,
The entire way,
Pleasure,
Her hips,
Already gently swaying in her bed.
When she reached the pumpkin,
She found him,
Dressed in a gentleman’s suit,

My challenge for you here Katie, an alternative.

After being roped in,
She was in no mood for wasted time,
First thing she did was to undo his pants,
On her knees,
She made sure to make him feel the same,
When she saw him ready,
”I want you to make my wings flap… Master.”
”In front of the mirror.”, he pointed at the wagon couch,
With him behind her,
Looking at herself, and her wings,
Splendor,
She came,
In her bed,
Her knees, up to her chin.

The pumpkin landed in front of the castle for the ball.
”You’re late.”, he said smiling.
”I’ve already had my party.” she said exhausted.
”Your wings will fly you home, they’ll take you through the ballroom, keep your eyes open if you like what you see, it should be something special.”
As she drifted back home, through the ballroom,
Beauty,
Music,
Dresses,
Dancing,
Jewels and glamour,
All the way back home.

“I want to fly, I want you to give me my wings.“

She had read in the book, that for something very special, she should make a doodle, and spend some time on it. She had drawn a woman in lingerie with the wings of an angel. Every line, she drew, came with a thought, with information that someone somewhere sensed.

As was the custom, she wrote it on a note, placed her alarm clock at 4:32, labeled it, “Take Me“. That night, before returning to bed, she had Blue Nun, golden champagne, and some dark chocolate.

As she enjoyed her snack, she got in the mood, she snuck by her husband and took her finest lingerie and her satin robe. She silently made her way to the couch in the living room, as everyone was sleeping, the thrill of it already giving her goosebumps.

As she learned in her first encounter, she spent some time enjoying herself in the mirror. She already thought she looked good, she couldn’t help but wonder how good she would look when he took over.

When she lied down, she was already breathing heavily, she was ready for something good, and a little scared, what if this time, when she was so daring, she would be left hanging.

She lit a yellow lamp, and used her headphones for music looking at the shades on the ceiling as she started falling in between.

It started with a feeling of coolness on her feet, a slow breath, a cool breeze on her lower back, and when she opened her eyes, she was under water, looking up. Her legs were already peddling, she was swimming towards something.

She could feel her body swimming to the rhythm of the music, every stroke, a caress.

There was a golden ring, somewhere in front of her, that’s where she needed to get, she didn’t need to rush, the experience itself was fulfilling, she delighted in her trip up through the water of the subconscious.

When she reached it, his hand was already waiting, he pulled her up into what seemed to be a corporate office. He was stylish as ever, wearing a suit, an expensive watch this time he had a mischievous smile.

“This one’s going to be a little different. Based on your note, I understand what you want and need, but I’m not sure you do. You need to see my secretary first”

When she came up from the ring, she was already dressed in a short skirt, high heels, and a silk white office shirt.

The office was empty, he invited her to enjoy herself in the mirror for a moment, then step through the door, to the secretary. He would be waiting in his office when she’s finished.

She was now brunette, her outfit was gorgeous, she spent a good 10 minutes just taking herself in, already burning with anticipation.

“A secretary… Lets see what she has to say.“

When she came in, she met a beautiful brunette with a bob haircut, in a suit, waiting leaning on a desk in the most luxurious office she had ever seen.

“Please sit down“, biting her lip as she said it. There was a look in her eye that made it look like she was going to enjoy this. As soon as Anca sat down, the secretary began a speech with curious passion, but also sounding like she had done it all before a hundred times.

“Wings are not so easily gained, even in this realm, it takes some facing of the less adorable sides of ourselves. That being said, I’m afraid to inform you that a consent form will be necessary. You will receive a bunch of questions that will most likely make you uncomfortable. There will also be spanking involved. Are you following me?“

Anca breathed in with a start, “Spanking?“, the idea gave her a thrill, but was also a little scary, she had never enjoyed such activities before. After a brief pause, the secretary went to get her a glass of champagne, while she digested the idea.

“Yes, spanking, the Mistress will also join you on this one. She is in charge of this type of experience, the Master will be the one asking the questions. They are a formidable pair. It will be more pleasurable than it will hurt, that is guaranteed. I haven’t told you this, but towards the end, the girls from the club may come to cheer you on. It’s a pretty special trip. It does involve you facing some parts of yourself that you might make you uncomfortable though. You may not be able to complete it on your first try. However, if you answer honestly and release the things are weighing you down, it will be an “Uplifting Experience“. Do you have any questions?“

She took a long sip of champagne thinking what she might say, the monologue caught her off guard.

“I’m looking forward to it, but I’m a little nervous. Are you involved in some way?”
”No, I’m just here to get the consent form signed.”
”Is there a safe word?”
”You may pick one, but there’s no reason for it, they’ll lose interest in you if they feel that you’re not into it.”
As the secretary brought some papers for her to sign, she kept searching her mind for questions, curiously not one came up. She was a little anxious, but she thought she could do it, considering the beauty of the previous encounters, surely it will somehow be okay.

“If there are no more questions please sign here, the office door is that way.”

With her heart in her throat, she signed the papers, the submissive attitude was already taking hold.

“You’re going to love it.“ the secretary told as she pointed to the door.

As soon as she was ready, she heard his voice.

“You look lovely, please come in.“
His voice, sent a wave of erotic energy through her body, she was already prepared to start.
When she opened the door, he was there to show her around, the room was impossibly simple, small long chair, a sort of stool, and a huge mirror.
”The process is simple enough, we have a few things to introspect about, and the mistress will be spanking you here and there until you sprout your wings. The mirror is there so you can see how far you got. The chair is there for you to sit on, I’ll be right in front of you.
Any questions?”
”I still don’t know your name.”
”You may call me Master or Sir for today.
Anything else?”
”I was hoping it would just be you and me. Can’t you spank me yourself… Sir?”, she swallowed hard after saying the words.
”I need to focus on your mind for this one, don’t worry the Mistress has exceptional reviews. Maybe it’s time for you to meet her.”

A woman with long black hair, dressed in a short leather trench coat was waiting, leaning with her back to the mirror.

”Hi Darling.”

Anca’s eyes remained glued on the Mistress as she slowly took off her trench coat and placed it on a coat hanger that simply appeared there out of nowhere.
She was a vision of beauty, the black lace on her legs never looked so good on anyone else, she was wearing a corset and leather gloves. Curiously enough also some black cat ears.

A supermodel in slow motion, that’s how she approached Anca. Her eyes scanning her from head to toe. Each step she took, made her anticipation grow, the only sound in the room were her heels. Simply looking at her move filled Anca with lust. Their eyes met just as the Mistress reached her, she was a few inches taller.
Anca’s jaw had fallen open, her mouth was watering.

“Do you like what you see?“
Unable to talk, Anca simply nodded.
The mistress gently touched her face, and slowly made a way for her index on Anca’s lips. Even the taste of her leather was intoxicating. She smelled Divine.

The Mistress gave her a slap on the ass, it was just hard enough to make her jump, huge golden wings appeared on her back on impact.
There was no time to bask in their glory, they were there for but a second.

“That’s so you don’t forget why you’re here. I’m afraid we’ll need more than one to get them in proper order. Do you still want them?”
“Yes Mistress, please.”
Entranced by her beauty, she continues to ask,
“May I touch you?“

“This is going to be the main tool, she said as a black paddle whip appeared in her hand. I’m sure you’ll love it. You may lick it, if you want.”, she said pointing up her whip, bringing it not one inch closer.

Making her way closer, Anca first gave it a quick lick, giving the Mistress a look, the smile she saw seemed to say continue.
She got into it and slowly made her way up and down the entire shaft. Looking at the Mistress grin.

“I like this one.“

I’m going to need you on four legs over there. The Master will be sitting face to face with you, I’ll handle the rest.”

She climbed on the leather pedestal.

The Mistress, gently scratched her thighs, and it was enough for Anca to release a small shiver in anticipation.

The Master took his seat in front of her, and looking Anca in the eyes he gently took her chin and asked.

“Do you think yourself a good wife?“
The Mistress’ whip landed just as as the meaning of his words sunk in. Her sting brought a jolt of pleasure and a moment of clarity. Her guilt came rushing out.
”…No.”
”Sir.” he said formally.
”No Sir.”, she submitted biting her lips.
Her skirt went up as the Mistress was toying with her in the back,
Her fingers, magic,
Her nails, passion,
Her whip, a release.
”Good, you see, wings, flying, in this world are real, but they do require your mind to be free enough to express them. This is one of our ways of taking you there.” The master slowly explained.
Looking in his eyes,
She started to remember how unsatisfied she was,
How bored,
How much she wanted to keep things afloat.
How much she needed a release,
Stuck in her mind,
She felt Her whip,
A jolt, back into the present,
For a moment, she felt locked,
The Mistress whispering,
”It’s okay, I can take your blocks away.”
A firm spank,
She felt her lust,
Consuming,
She was wanted,
And she wanted them,
Both,
Her emotions resurfaced,
Outraged at her own guilt,
She grit her teeth at the Master’s smile,
She was on the whim of the Mistress’ hand,
Their minds in perfect sync,
The Mistress kept her right at the edge of climax,
As all her unpleasant memories and grievances piled in the act itself,
She could sense the Mistress smile,
As all she could think was “I want more.“
”I’ll help you let it go.”, the Master whispered, as his palms hovered close to her temples.
She became aware of how tense she was,
”Scream!” she heard the Master’s voice,
She tried,
”I can barely hear you.”
The Mistress stopped,
”Again.”
The sting,
She screamed from the jolt,
She now had the courage to do it,
The Master took her in her own head,
Her contradictions just below,
Her mind was just as tense as her body,
A spiderweb of messy thoughts,
As she looked at it,
She started breathing in preparation,
”Again, as loud as you can.”
She gave out the longest, loudest scream in her entire life,
The sound so strong it begun disintegrating the web,
Right after catching her breath, the Mistress’ whip again,
”Again!”
She tried to regain her strength at the mercy of Her whip,
Breathing out,
Each time a little harder,
Each time a little louder,
Until the sound of her pleasure started to dissolve the web in a crescendo,
And in a final howl,
It had fallen all away,
A smile of success,
Her body shook in pleasure,
Her head had never felt lighter,
A sweet sense of exhaustion spread through her entire body,
When finally opening her eyes,
She realized she was no longer in the room, but melted in his arms,
She could see his golden wings,
As she was being flown back to her body.

His voice whispering instructions when she was ready to hear them.
”Such experiences are beneficial, but have a toll, grievances often have a way of webbing back. And others can see when a human shines so bright. Go outside, walk through the grass, gaze at the water, try to see a shield around yourself if anything gets loud. Call on me for help should you ever get scared.”

When life started coming back to normal, she started feeling a powerful urge to see what else she could learn from her book. She was stuck in anticipation, hoping to savor the experience to its fullest before going further down the rabbit hole. The thought of the danger it might involve got her off as the days moved on.

She kept dreaming of the bed, of herself in the mirror, of the earrings and his scent.

Eventually, she made her way to the book, and one night alone in bed, read on, to discover a new trick.

“Imagine a set. A little introductory scenario, a place you feel safe, a place where we may have some fun. Don’t be too specific, I shall build it for you, in my own way. When you’re ready, write it down and place the note, under your pillow. Set the time for 4:32 AM, label it “My Place“, have a glass of something suitable, think of me and say “Hello“”

She couldn’t come up with something the first night, his first impression was just, so fantastic. The world was too magical, she didn’t know what to ask for.

At work, she kept staring at her pencil with a notepad in front of her. She listened to jazz the entire day, she would write something down, and then erase it.

“A club, Jazz, I’m Wearing White, You and Me“, that’s as far as she could get.

When in bed, as she fell asleep, she fell down through the covers, gently floating down into the darkness, accompanied by two white cloths that gently caressed her body.

They got tighter around her arms and gently pulled her upright, one of them softly caressing her chin. One of them softly passing between her legs.

Looking down, the cloths had dressed her, she was now wearing a beautiful dress, and white high heels. She sighed in pleasure as the sound of jazz slowly made it’s way into the scene, as a carpet of musical symbols came to meet her feet.

She stopped on to it and started walking towards a golden door that was waiting at the end of the musical carpet. Her steps seemed perfectly timed to the music.

“Wait“, she heard his voice.
A note took the shape of a golden ribbon and spiraled it’s way up her leg, transforming into a golden diamond bracelet on her thigh. She got goosebumps when the cold metal touched her skin, she wanted him already.

“What do you want to find coming in?“
”You.”
”You asked for a club, it may take you a moment to find me.”

She walked in, the doors opening by themselves. Inside a group of women wearing short golden dresses and cat ears were dancing, and sipping cocktails to jazz as the band it was the sexiest music she had ever experienced.

She walked around looking for him, the girls seemed to have an interest in her, she was being complimented at every step. Their words seemed erotic, her heart was beating harder, her skin was getting hot.

“You should stop and dance for a minute.“, one of the girls whispered in her ear.
”I’m looking for someone.”
”I know, today he’s in the music.”
A discrete lick on her ear bud as she walked away.

After taking in the image of the club, the music started to take hold, she began to dance, her awareness of the place began to change.
Now, there was only music,
The girls had turned to dancing notes, a smell of wine, that she could even taste.
Golden notes, slowly showing on her skin,
He appeared singing at a piano, right next to her.

“Hop on.“

She lied down on the piano, she could see herself from a distance, a vision of beauty.

Her body became an outline, full of notes, as he sang his song she felt it through her body, as did the room. Each stroke of the key, a wave of erotic energy and delight, through her entire body, enraptured she slowly started moaning on his piano.

One of the girls climbed the stage next to her and started playing a saxophone. Every blow of her sax made her notes spin.

She opened her eyes and met his own, the moment they made contact, it was as though he pulled all her notes. She moaned, hoping for more.

He got up and made his way to her, the piano was still playing. The music was still vibrating through her, she was at the edge of extasy, she could not get up.

“Self playing piano.“

Looking at her from above, he gently placed an index on her lips. As she slowly licked it, her thighs began to move up and down in shivers. Just when she was about to climax, he removed his finger.

“Tell me what you want?“
Barely able to breathe, at the edge of fainting, “Your magic, Blow my mind“

She became a cloth,
Music flowed,
Notes fell and gathered on top,
Each adding to her tension,
With a final blow of the sax,
Climax,
He blew her notes away.
There was no time to rest,
They kept coming and so did she,
Her body moving uncontrollably,
Her face shaking, she made the loudest sound she ever had, blowing everything away.
The cloth became her dress,
The background dark,
She was floating next to him in delight.

”Next time ask for a choker if you wish.”
He gently blew air on her forehead, and in a weightless state she slowly drifted back into her sleep in her own bed.

That night she read about a visitor that would visit women between dreams to give them an experience they longed for.

“For a demonstration, you need only read this thrice, When I visit, you must offer your consent. Set your alarm, to 4:37AM, label it “Visit“. Have a snack, once back in bed, imagine the bed of your dreams, just the way you like it.“

That night, she thought, why not try, so she set her alarm, and quickly managed to stop it before waking up her husband. She made her way to the kitchen trying to be as silent as she could, and she had some white chocolate and red wine, thinking this will never work, but it was interesting. A certain feeling of delight at her own daring started to wash over her with every sip of wine.

When back in bed, she was enthusiastic, and immediately began trying to picture the bed of her dreams. At first, she saw a hotel bed she was in that one time.

A trip almost immediately began, she woke up naked, opening the curtains, the golden light of the sunrise was coming in, the images outside were something not of her own imagination, a lake, a port, the most impossibly beautiful place she’d never seen. She took a breath of the freshest air she’d ever witnessed and then she turned around.

She heard a voice speaking directly to her mind.
“When I’m going to knock on your door, will you let me in?“
Still high from the moment, she was in disbelief.
”Let me get dressed first.”
”If you open the closet you’ll find some things I picked out, if you have any preference simply state it, the correct clothing will appear. All you have to do is touch it.”
She wanted to see what was in there. When opened, the closet revealed a red silk robe, and a set of green lingerie.
As soon as she touched them, she was dressed.
”Take your time. Look at yourself in the mirror.”
Never had she felt so hot. Her body was perfect, her hair was wrapped in a pony tail, held in place with three silver binds, she smelled like the most expensive perfume, her skin was perfect, and she was already wearing the most beautiful makeup. As she took herself in, she witnessed how the most beautiful silver earrings simply appeared on her ears.

For a moment she forgot all about him, while in the hotel room she was looking at herself. At home, in bed, next to her husband, her hands, were already slowly starting to pleasure her.

After a few minutes under the mirror’s spell,
“I see you are enjoying yourself already.“
Startled, she replies,
”Oh, sorry! Everything is just so beautiful! I’ll get the door right away.”
”In the other world your husband’s right next to you, are you sure you want to open it?”
She stopped for a moment,
He knocked twice. Nothing had ever sounded so intimidating or tempting.
Her heart sunk into her heels as she opened that door.

She first saw his black shoes, and slowly lifted her eyes.
He was well dressed, leisurely, Italian black pants and a white shirt, an expensive watch, a beard, he was the most attractive man she’d ever met. When she met his dark brown eyes her heart skipped a beat.

”Anca, you are a vision of beauty today. I could eat you up.”
As he took his first step inside, Jazz started playing in the room.
He took her hand for a slow dance, she felt perfect in his hands, their movements and rhythm were somehow perfect together.

With a hand on her waist, he moved in for a kiss.
Her face was burning, he was so close.
She felt her nostrils tense,
Almost to pull her in,
They kissed,
She felt like she was melting in his embrace as the music seemed to dance on her skin.

Maybe it was his influence, maybe she was just more daring in that moment, when they parted, she simply walked to the middle of the room and let her robe slip off with her back towards him.

He walked up to her, and his hands slowly made their way up her thighs as he kissed her on the neck. He touched her in a way that made her want him even more. His kiss was intoxicating, her hips started to brush against him.

“More.“
The next second they were in bed, her legs and arms wrapped around him. They picked up the pace and she moaned a little louder with every thrust. The harder he fucked her, the more aware she became of her husband.

She got courageous.
”Harder!”
”He might hear you.”
He gently place his hand on her mouth.
Her whole body tensed,
Her breathing stopping in both worlds.
He fucked her even harder,
She moaned,
No sound came out,
A wave of energy passed through her entire body,
She became aware of the entire dreamscape,
She was the birds,
The boats,
The sky,
After the most discrete of sighs,
Relaxed and timeless,
She fell asleep.