At the Edge of Dreams - Episode 2
Kate's dream touches her
At the Edge of Dreams tells the story of Kate, a confident businesswoman, queen of her empire. Hiding out in a remote cottage in Yorkshire she finds herself losing her grip on reality. Is what she is experiencing a dream state or an alternative reality where her fantasies come to life?
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The stones seemed to be the remains of a small chapel that was hemmed in by the surrounding bushes and trees and there was no obvious pathway in or out. The walls had collapsed down to below waist height and the only part that still stood was the archway. Kate cautiously peered around the stone columns to check if the girl was hiding there. Nothing but the fluttering leaves of the trees greeted her. Beyond the arch, the wood was thick with entwined trees and she could see no track leading away.
She turned back into the chapel, the ground between the walls was carpeted with luxuriant, soft grass that had grown up over small mounds of earth where the floor seemed to have been removed. There was no clue as to why the chapel had been there except for a single stone set into the centre of what would have been the floor. It was carved into the shape of a book and looked like it might mark a grave but was so shrouded in moss that she was unable to see if there was an inscription. At the opposite end to the archway and at right angles to it was what looked like a stone altar that rose up to waist height.
The scratches on her legs began to tingle and she sat down on the soft grass and picked out a couple of thorns that had caught in her skin. Confused she looked up at the canopy above her as if expecting to see the girl floating overhead. The leaves danced hypnotically in the last rays of the summer sun and she lay back on the grass.
The image of the enchanting female figure seemed to fill her mind and drift in the air in front of her. She had had affairs with women before, felt desire for them, but this time the feeling seemed to flow through her mind and coil around her like the girl’s misty dress. The humid air felt heavy on her eyelids and, as they closed, she let her hand slip beneath the hem of her dress. Dreamily she ran her fingers up the soft skin of her inner thigh until they touched the thin triangle of material that barely covered her sex.
The satin felt damp to the touch as she imagined the silky feel of the soft skin of a woman’s body against hers. In her daydream full, hard, nipples brushed against her own. Her lover’s scent invaded her senses and conjured up delicious images of blackberries and strawberries.
Her fantasy intensified as her nipples swelled to the caress of a tongue as it circled her breasts before brushing lightly over the aching buds and then a warm mouth enveloped each one in turn, sucking gently at first and then biting down with increasing ferocity.
Kate started and opened her eyes. The wood was quiet, as if holding its breath. She was surprised to see that the straps of her dress now circled her arms and her breasts were uncovered. She could feel that she had pushed her underwear to one side and had two fingers curled between her lips. For a moment her instinct was to get up and go back to the cottage but the sensation was so captivating that she allowed herself to drift back into her fantasy.
Now her lover’s tongue was gliding down over her flat stomach, gentle fingers caressing the soft insides of her thighs. She sensed warm breath on her lips before the fingers gently parted them to replace her own. She moved her legs further apart, submitting to the intimate touch as her passion began to swirl through her.
The first touch of the girl's tongue was ecstasy. She let out a low moan that echoed off the stones and pushed her hips forward, but her fantasy lover was enjoying teasing her. Each time she thrust forward her lover withdrew to run her tongue around the pouting lips. Just as Kate thought she could stand it no longer the tongue would flick back inside her like a snake tasting the hidden delights within.
Like a virtuoso building to a crescendo as she felt the tongue seek out the pearl at the apex of her sex, teasing it almost to bursting, before pushing back into the inner folds. Her body writhed in the grass, close to the peak. She craved deeper penetration, she wanted to be eaten, swallowed whole, her entire being was centred on her lover's mouth welded to her.
Just as her orgasm began to carry her along on waves of exquisite pleasure Kate felt something hard pushing against the lips of her sex. Her folds parted and it slid deep into her in one lithe movement. She sensed the hardness against her muscles and thrust her hips forward with an ever-increasing rhythm as if trying to completely enfold the object. Riding waves of desire she did not care who or what it was. Her lover returned her attention to Kate’s bud, teasing the flesh with her teeth and tongue before biting harder to release spasms of pleasure.
Kate thought she could take no more until she felt fingers coated with the nectar from her ravished sex circling the puckered opening below it and teasing it open. A second, smaller, more delicate, shaft slid into her, matching the thrusts of the larger one. Kate bucked, her cries echoing off the leafy canopy above her as she abandoned herself completely to the sensations. Her body shuddered and her mind emptied as she cried out in a final, shattering, spasm of euphoria.
Totally exhausted and only vaguely aware of the sounds of the wood around her she surrendered to the blackness that engulfed her. She felt herself sinking deeper and deeper into the soft grass, almost as if the earth was enfolding her and bearing her down.
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At the Edge of Dreams turns darker and continues on Saturday 9th Nov.
Well Simone- this was everything I was hoping for in the dreamy erotica thread.
it helps to know FF is not new to her & that she is compliant with every sensual/carnal touch she’s experiencing.
What taps into my preferences is the suspicion that someone/something otherworldly is messing with her mind - delicious duplicity, I can’t wait for more
Well, Kate's been lured into a "La Belle Dame Sans Merci" situation here, I think. Whether she's in a dream state, waking dream, or in reality remains to be seen. I'd say at this point, some fantastic, delirious mixture of all three. The ruined chapel is spot-on, given the clues from the prior episode, the book-shaped "gravestone" set into the floor may be significant (I don't have enough info to make a competent ruling on that one yet). The altar is an obvious chapel furnishing, but perhaps not "that obvious." I'm reminded of the scene from the classic 1973 folk-horror film "The Wicker Man," where Edward Woodward's very uptight police sergeant is informed that the ruined chapel is "no longer used for Christian worship." The same case may apply here--too much raw natural imagery and energy on scene--Kate's sexual delirium and drunkenness on desire and sense experience (Simone, I recalled the scene in "Painted Stripes," when Jocelyne was so inebriated after one scene with a couple that she simply collapsed into a lovely, narcotic "no more."). Her environs are feral, primal--she doesn't want to return to the cottage (a sign of civilization, her past--or her repressed self, perhaps--there's the whole icy, Machiavellian businesswoman thing we're still not privy to, nor are we clear on what the hell she's doing out here in the middle of Yorkshire at this cottage).
We know she's bisexual, or at least has no hang-ups about making love with women (at least in this nebulous realm, where things aren't as they usually are for her), so she's loved by this feminine being, who is joined by something else--Kate's not frightened by the experience--in fact it blows her out of reality into unconsciousness.
OK Simone, as of now, my surmise is that Kate's been taken into custody by some sort of faerie-esque beings, based simply upon the setting, and what she's been through thus far. However, I can't help but rule out the old incubi-succubi tag team at work here for two reasons: the dark, brutal sensuality of her bondage-themed dreams from the prologue (and how they seemed to drill right down through all of her daylight, hard-cased personae into a realm she keeps locked away in a place even she won't admit to existing--where she derives passion and pleasure from her humiliation, captivity, and pain--the inversion of her reality), and your letting the cat out of the bag, informing us that the next Episode will, in fact, be darker! And, obviously, you've got an established track record of horny, demonic beings roaming around your titillating stories getting up to all kinds of sizzling mischief, getting mortals hot and bothered, then sucking the souls right out of them, which tends to ruin an otherwise fine day. Which is what makes the stories great to begin with. Perhaps Kate's not all that honest a businesswoman, and has been thieving her way across the UK--on the run and all that--hiding out from the law, and we may be in for a bit of "Satanic Vigilantism" a la "The Confession?" Probably not, but I can dream, can't I? I know that you've dropped the third installment, so I head there right now to survey the landscape. But as always--top shelf, sensual writing, with a stimulating touch of occult surreality!