Dreams in Silver

Can this be a vision?

Kate tossed and turned. Her body was fighting to waker her up. The dream felt like it had shifted from just images on a movie screen to feeling like reality. If only she could rouse herself, Kate could escape the mind bending pleasures this woman was getting.

The man released the woman from the wall. His tenderness and care moved Kate. She could use some of this affection in her life about now. The woman was nearly melted into his arms. The closeness was epic. The man looked back.

The resemblance to Andrew was too intense for Kate. It was as if the universe was trying to tell her something, but she wasn’t sure what that something was.

The man winked. Kate flinched.

“One day, you’ll ask Andrew to do you like this” the woman said as the man smiled.

no… no… never… Andrew could not be so cruel Kate screamed inside her head.

The man stood. Taking his time, he removed his clothing. Well, just the outer part anyway. Then sat down in a chair that just materialized behind him.

With careful instructions, he dictated to the woman how to undress. She did as she was told. Kate could not wrap her head around the compliment “good girl” the man was lavishing on her as she stripped of her nylon off her legs and stepping back into her heels afterward.

With a gruff tone, the man ordered the woman to assume a position. Kate thought it most rude. The woman, blushing, complied and bent over while arching her back. The woman braced herself over a table.

The man got up, his clothing seemed to melt off of him, and stepped close behind the woman. Her body shook with anticipation. His hands steadied her. His whisperings made Kate feel very warm and needing of affection.

Without warning, the man grabbed her hips and pulled her to himself as his manhood vanished deep inside of her womanhood. The energy changed in the room. Something magical took place. Time stood still. Raw electric pulses exploded everywhere.

Kate couldn’t pull herself away from looking at a thoroughbred chiseled male body devour the sensual delicacy of this woman. Her rode her and took from her all that he was delivering inside of her. The two became one high octane convulsion of power strokes.

The complete dominance matched the complete submission. The exchange of power was palpable. The woman glowed with rejuvenation and the man seemed vulnerably exposed, albeit joyfully so. They were naked to each other’s souls. There was no pretense. No hiding. Just chemistry unleashed in a spiritual connection.

Kate sat up in her bed drenched in sweat and out of breath. Somehow, her body was feeling as if she had been the woman in her dreams. Surprisingly, Kate didn’t feel dirty. The levels of intrigue scared her, however. Could she really want this from Andrew? And why was Christie the one getting all that affection in her dreams?

There was no way sleep was returning tonight… and not just because it was nearing daybreak either.

If only Andrew could shed some light

Going to work was not easy. Kate’s mind kept going back to the scenes of the night. Her heart was racing. This was uncharted territory. She had heard people discussing some of the erotica they read, but she had never delved into the genre. How did her mind come up with such clear images?

Luck was on her side. She was early to work. Picking up her assignments, Kate hoped to get out in the field and forget about everyone and the dream. The workload was a lot and would require her focus.

Just then, the sound of clicking heels caught Kate’s attention. The rhythm was distinct enough to let her know that it was Christie.

Pretending not to know someone was closing in on her, she made for the loading dock. Christie shortcutted her and stopped her progress.

“Hey Kate… quick question. Have you seen Andrew?” Christie asked.

“Uh… no. Check his office” Kate blurted back.

“OK. Thanks” Christie smiled as she rotated to leave.

Kate couldn’t help but look down. Her heart froze. Christie was wearing the chrome heels she had seen at the store the day before. The same ones that were in the dream. Kate got a flash back of some of the nylon teasing and fun that couple had. Unspeakable things were done with those chrome heels.

With her face deeply red, Kate needed to escape. This was not a random coincident that Christie has shown up to work with her chrome heels.

As Kate got ready to drive out to the client site, she realized she had forgotten her blueprint on her desk. It was still early enough. Kate flew back in to get it. On the way back to the truck, she caught a glimpse of Christie talking with Andrew.

Ordinarily, Kate would have thought nothing of it. But, with the dream still very fresh in her mind, she paused to look closer at the interactions. There was electricity flowing between Christie and Andrew.

Disbelief gripped Kate. The man she fancied had a thing for Christie?

On second look, Kate felt that the electricity was one sided. Christie had feelings for Andrew, but well controlled and guarded feelings. Andrew seemed oblivious to the energy radiating subtly from Christie.

Andrew broke off the conversation and left the hallway. Christie lingered and touched her neck. Just like the woman had in the dream. As Christie walked away, Kate couldn’t help but notice how Christie seemed to have forgotten how to gracefully glide in her heels. She was… weak at the knees.

Anger wanted to bubble up and rage out, but Kate felt foolish as well. What if Andrew’s professional demeanor was just a front to keep everyone from noticing the chemistry that existed between himself and Christie? The thought that Andrew would allow Kate to feel things for him while things were heating up with Christie… was too much for Kate to process.