Haunted

(Disclaimer; A repost as I had trouble with my other account.
I had taken the majority of inspiration of this piece from a painting I had glimsped a long time ago that affected me deeply called opposite corners. I have not be able to locate it since or find anything about the artist.Lyrics by Bjork)


Haunted

It had been years since the dreams stopped, dreams Sere felt were such a part of her life she couldnt imagine life without them. Now they had just stopped as mysteriously as they had come to steal into her dreamscape and encapture her soul. When they stopped it had been as if some cherished part of her life had died and she was alone again with a job at a local bookstore.She would never forget her crimson obsession or the comfort of his embrace. Time passed as it usually does when one does not pay attenion to it and she did not feel as hopeful as she once did when they had first started. But if it was a dream, why did it seem so real to her. why then was their a painting that looked exactly like the man of her dreams? was there someone having the same dreams? was this imagination or was this a foreshadowing of the future? she remembered she did have occasional dreams that came true but since they had stopped, took that of a sign it was no longer meant to be. This was a part of her she kept to herself as she sold books to the customers.


Not even her family was aware of this, they would not understand and probably chalk it up to Sere being single for way too long. When Sere came home later that day she was thinking how tired she was after a long day and would love nothing more than to relax and have a nice hot cup of tea. Her arms burdened with grocery bags full of provisions and a treat for Spaz. she made her way down the tight hallway into the kitchen to put them down. The floorboards creaked as if echoing the current mood Sere was in. She turned on the radio to listen to as she put all those groceries away, perhaps it would cheer her up. It was playing an artist she didnt recognize by the tune was catchy. She found herself humming along as she danced out emptying the grocery bags onto the well worn shelves. Her husky, Spaz, was under the table and blinked as he turned to lay on his back so he could watch her upside down.After she finished she was examining the mail and frowned at the bills,she\'d already paid this particular one. the radio changed its song and for some reason this made her look up when she heard the lyrics.

And if you believe in dreams
Or what is more important
That a dream can come true
I will meet you

She suddenly felt him behind her, she felt him so strongly she could feel his heated breath tickle the back of her neck. She saw him in her minds eye, the long curtain of red curls framing those hazel eyes. He was wearing white pajama pants that fit snuggly around his body and nothing else. She was so badly frightened about turning around and seeing nothing all she could do was stand their. She felt him grab her midnight tresses roughly causing her to gasp as much in surprised as it was in pleasure. She tried to get away from him however her reaction was to slow and he grabbed her back. Her body had already begun to betray her. As she felt his soft lips caress the length of her neck she closed her darkening chocolate eyes, tortured by these sensations making all coherant thought watery and unstable. His hand casually wandered down her side and caressed the underside of her hardening nipple underneath the natural silk blouse effectively trapping her. Her eyes watered with humiliation.


His other hand reached down and drew up her skirt alongside her long leg.He pressed her back into his muscular chest and forced her to arch her head back to give him better access to her neck as well as it being a sign of submission. As he took to nibbling his prey, Her senses became heady with desire and lust feeling him become hard with her unbridled moans when he touched her there. He began to stroke her nub with a familiarity from his previous assaults on her, knowing would would please her into heavenly spasms of unadulterated rapture. Her breath grew ragged and heavy with her need as he continued with his movements. The soft folds of her warmth gave way to his finger as he slipped easily inside her, he smiled amused about how moist she was. sliding his finger slowly in and out of her, feeling her walls stretch around his hand. Sere trembled as much in fear as in arousal felt his firmness achingly close, all he would have to do was move the thin barrier of her panties aside and slide his full length deliciously in.


Moving in time with her rhythm he covered her mouth with his other hand to mute the raw sounds of her surrender. Moments later her lilthe body stiffened at her peak, her juices dripped rainlike onto her thighs. Spaz yawned underneath the table and broke her out of her reverie. It took great effort to tear herself away from that spot. She wanted nothing more that to just stay their and enjoy the feel of his hands all over her, the way his smell surrounded her but she forced herself despite the raw pain of it. Breathing heavily to try and recapture her breath, she fetched a hurried glass of cold water with a shaking hand and gulped it down. She clung to the sink as if for dear life as she fearfully risked a small peek at the place where she was standing, noone was there and a sob finally escaped her

I was peaking
But it hasn\'t happened yet
I haven\'t been given
My best souvenir
I miss you
But I haven\'t met you yet . . . . . . . .

(To be continued)