Julienne's Dream

Once Upon a Dream.

1. A Dance with Pleasure
He began to unlace her tight, constrained corset. It had been closing in on her waist and chest all evening during the ball, like a python on its prey. As his delicate fingers unweaved each silk lace, her breath was deeper, and longer. "Edward no we- we can't the servants will-" Edward hastily interrupted her, closing in to her neck right next to her ear, his warm sweet breath almost wet tingling on her neck "I do not care, for what the servants think. All I want in this moment is you."

Finally unweaving the corset, it fell to the floor. Edward with one foot kicked it away with his black suit shoe, his trousers of the same colour ruffling at the speed that he launched it to the other side of the room. Julienne, for the first time exposed to a suitor, felt as if she was vulnerable. Her armour, worn and on the other side of the room, made of laces and floral pins was nowhere to be seen. Her raw skin, her warm breath, her almond shaped amber eyes and her sweet Cupid bow lips were the only thing she had left to remind herself of who she was. Her hands were pinned on the nightstand that she was standing over, a mirror in front of her reflecting Edward behind her, like a hungry wolf upon a lamb. The jest being, she, was the predator. His grip tightened around her hands placing it hard on the light blue coloured desk of the night mirror stand, as he continued to suckle on her neck like a hungered vampire. Julienne began to whimper, her skin slowly turning red, her eyes beginning to role. It hurt so badly, but to her it felt so good. She flipped around and locked eyes with his green orbs, a fire burning so bright for one another in both of them. Grabbing both her naked breasts with his hands he began to tug and pull as if they were chew toys-julienne arching forward in a sudden reaction. She grabbed both of his hands and slapped them down to his side, grabbing him by his neck collar and throwing him onto the bed. He readjusted himself, and sat up watching julienne come over to him in all her glory-it was as if the Goddess Aphrodite had stood in front of him right at that moment. The moonlight shone in from the large rectangular French windows onto the king sized Georgian bed, and lit up juliennes triangular shape, from her powerfully auburn hair, down to her full hips and slim stomach. Slowly walking over with what remained of the outfit she had worn that night, she continuously locked eyes with Edward until she was right in front of him. Throughout their entire lives, they had been craving this moment, this hunger, insatiable, had now only begun to be satisfied. He grabbed her by the shoulders and threw her body on the bed beside him, sticking his hand up her dressed while she lied down. She instantly grabbed his hand with one of hers, and he slowly began to caress what was the entrance of her womanhood. He was clearly experienced in this as Edward frequented the brothels of London. "Do you like that?" He asks, his words quiet and breathy. "You're not going hard enough" julienne replied, sitting up to kiss him properly, as he continued to deepen his invasion of what made her a woman. She began to moan, and beg for more but was continuously interrupted by his tongue playing with his hers. "Edward I-" "stop talking, I'm just getting started" he began to unbutton his trousers, and once pulled down he revealed a reason as to why the women of the brothels adored him so much. Julienne gasped, both in pleasure, and in fear "Edward we cannot I will be in too much agony" "isn't that the fun of it?" He grinned, caressing her cheek. Picking her up and laying her on a pillow, he climbed on top of her, and lifted her legs to rest on his shoulders. Slowly, he entered her with his member, and julienne gasped loudly and grabbed the wooden beam to her left-her nails digging and scratching into the wood. "Edward I- it hurts too much please st-"he continued even further into her. Julienne violently gasped and moaned in a state of heavenly pleasure, her eyes rolling almost to the back of her head-as Edward came down for them both to share a passionate kiss, mixing spit, sweat, and breath all in the same encounter. Their eyes continued to lock as he continued to thrust, until he released his seed deep into the entrance of her womb. He moaned and quivered, almost sounding in pain at the pleasure of what had occurred, as julienne did the same. As their breaths slowed down, their heads close, they locked eyes for another moment. "Julienne!!!" A voice called in the background. "JULIENNE!" She awoke abruptly. It was morning in her home, the sun poured in from the same French windows she dreamed of, reflecting the dust on her light blue night mirror stand on the other side of her room. A horses hooves could be heard pulling into the yard, and a coachman with a carriage with it. "If we are to make it on time for Sunday Tea at Anderton house, you must arise and make haste! We leave soon!" Her mother, suddenly interrupting her state of sweet sleep by ramming her bedroom door open, violently awakening her. "Oh- yes mother I'll get out of bed now and call for my servant, I apologise for my tardiness...it's just my dream was so.." "so what?" "So....so dull and stupid I couldn't believe it was happening" she chuckled dryly as she said that. "But yes I will call for Alice to prepare my hair and dress, and we will meet you downstairs" "alright, and do not go around messing with that Edward boy again...your father doesn't like you hanging around with him" "yes Mother, as you wish." She left quickly, her boots clicking on the wood flooring and closing the door on her way out. Julienne sat up in her bed, her lavender nightgown ruffled, still slightly covered with her blanket, chuckling and smiling to herself while biting her finger. What a dream, and what a day to come.