The Touch

The dream

I am still staring at the note. I don't know how long it has been .....

He was never real. He was a man I had conjured up in my imagination that night. However, if he was just a figment of my imagination, how does my body recognize him? How can I feel his touch, sense his presence, and even detect his body aroma, as if I had been yearning for him for decades.....

I feel the weight of my eyelids. I am too tired to think about these...but I don't even have the control to stop this curiosity.

This is a game. A game where my opinion wasn't even considered about participation. I don't even know where this is turning out. I have no clue. Neither of the past nor about the future steps. Who is he? Who on earth is he?!?!

I lie down on the bed and close my eyes letting out a sigh. Soon I start losing track of reality and drift off to deep unconscious sleep.

I am somewhere... different... But.... where? A dream?

As I step into the room, I'm immediately struck by its stunning and sensual aesthetic. The walls are painted in a deep and rich-blooded red shade, which exudes a feeling of passion and intimacy. As I walk towards the bed, I notice the rose petals that are scattered all over it, creating a romantic and alluring atmosphere. In the corner, there is a jacuzzi, also decorated with rose petals, and the whole room is bathed in soft and low lighting, which adds to the seductive ambience. The air is filled with a heady and intoxicating scent of dark roses and lavender, making me feel like I've stepped into a different world altogether.

I am now aware that none of this is real. I am conscious that I am dreaming about my deeply buried dark aesthetic obsession. But I don't have control over it. It is...as if I am seeing that I am dreaming without having control of the dream.

As I enter the room, my eyes widen in amazement at the numerous details that come into view. The curtains that cover all four sides of the bed are a beautiful sight to behold, swaying gracefully with each wave of the cold wind that enters the room through the window. The antique piece of long glass is a magnificent work of art that depicts a perfect combination of history and art, with engravings that tell a story of their own. The wine bottles on the cabinets are arranged in a perfect infinite triangle, a testament to the owner's attention to detail. But it's the middle cabinet that catches my attention as there's something unique about its design. The triangles make it look like the end of something and the beginning of something else at the same time.

I walk up to the cabinet, and as I move the bottom of the antiquity, I notice a hole with a button on top. Out of curiosity, I press the button, revealing a hidden door between two cabinets. As I step into the darkness, I find a staircase that leads me down to an underground room, where I'm greeted by an unexpected sight. The room is filled with shelves stacked with books of my favourite genre. The floor is covered in a soft leather mat, and I can't resist running my toe tips over its smooth surface. The room gives me a feeling of comfort and tranquillity, and I can't help but feel grateful for the discovery.

Suddenly, the dream vanishes and I jolt up to the sound of the alarm clock.

"Fuck it".

I slam down the clock for interrupting the dream. Disappointed. I get up from the bed, quickly grab my diary and jot down every detail before it slips away from my memory. I check the clock, one more time before heading to my favourite en-suite washroom for a steam shower.

That would be just more than perfect, after a dream like this. A perfect relaxing steam shower.

It's been a few minutes under the hot water. I am still restless... about the weird and obsessing dream I just had. I couldn't help but feel a sense of déjà vu. The dark aesthetic of the dream was exactly what had turned me on, and I can't help but feel myself reminiscing about it. I run my fingers over the soft leathery skin, imagining it to be the soft leather sheets like it was..in the dream.

Lost in the thoughts, I felt a rush of pleasure through my body, and goosebumps followed. I couldn't resist the urge to pleasure myself, and what was I stopping myself from? And why?
A perfect early morning session wouldn't be that bad.

I trace down, my fingertips to the warm folds of my skin, letting out a small gasp. The warmth of the inner folds feels good to explore. My fingers slowly Ravel down the erected small piece of flesh, in a circling motion and I immediately start feeling the intensity of the rush of hormones in my body. As I increase the pace of my motion, touching every inch of my labia walls and pressurizing on the g-spot simultaneously, the gasps, and the moans increase.

"Oh my god. Fuck". The words laced with desire, escape from between my lips.

My breaths are heavy, giving away the perfect rhythm between care and lust. I shut my eyes tightly, relieving the heavenly feeling. I slowly move my fingers down and enter the entrance to my body. Two fingers at the same time. With the matching rhythm of my fingers, I start rocking my hips in a parallel motion, which just pushes me to the edge. I arch back, as the pleasure breaks through my body.

"Ohh. My. Gowd."

After I am done. I look at how steamy the glasses are. 

The perfect steam shower.

As I step out of the shower, I feel the warmth of the water slowly fading away, and the chill of the air hitting my skin. I quickly dry myself off, wrap a towel around my waist, and head towards my closet to pick out my outfit for the day. After a few minutes of scanning through my options, I finally settled on a crisp white shirt, and a navy blue suit. I quickly get dressed, comb my hair, and head out of my apartment to start my day.

As I walk towards my office, I can feel the weight of the day ahead bearing down on me. I know that this deal is crucial for the success of the company, and I can't afford to let any distractions get in the way. I take a deep breath and try to clear my mind, focusing on the task at hand.

However, despite my best efforts, I can't shake off the lingering thoughts that have been plaguing me. The dream that I had last night keeps replaying in my mind, and I can't help but wonder about the stark contrast between its dark aesthetic and my reality. I try to push the thoughts aside and focus on the deal, but they keep creeping back into my mind, like an unwelcome guest that refuses to leave.