Endless (some of it)

Taking a deep breath of evening air I wandered into the herb garden, the heady scent of lavender, mint and thyme hung heavy, everywhere was still except for an owl up in the trees. I greeted him “Hello Mr Owl are you out to catch a mouse tonight,” I asked. Of course, it did not reply, it simply screeched and swooped landing in yet another tree. I left the herb garden and walked down the lane, I hadn´t planned to go far but it was such a lovely night. It wasn´t long before I found myself in the wood, so I decided to go and sit on the mossy rock by the stream.

I sat listening to the frogs calling to one another, I remembered how I´d sat there many times feeling alone as a child. It was such a serene place, before long I found myself feeling sleepy so I lay back on the rock as I´d done so many times before. I drifted off into a peaceful sleep; I began to dream of Anton.

I felt him walk up behind me, so I sat up. He whispered “My darling Eden I suspected you´d be here again” Gently he moved my hair off my shoulder and I felt the warmth of his breath on my neck. My body shivered with delight, gently he kissed my skin and it felt as though my whole body was going to melt away.

Then I felt one of his hands as it reached round and began to unbutton my nightgown, slowly he slipped his hand inside and cupped my breast. Passionately he kissed my neck; he worked his body round and kissed my face, his fingertips squeezing my nipple gently.

I kissed him hungrily and we lay back on the rock together, he unbuttoned my nightgown more and then I felt his mouth devouring my breasts, it was wonderful. I gripped at his head and tried to pull him back up to my mouth, but he was intent in staying where he was. I pulled at his shirt until he lifted it above his head, throwing it to the ground, his hard bare torso now in my hands.

We kissed more, and then once again he worked his way down to my breasts, this time I felt his hand go under my gown and on to my inner thigh. Before long, Anton’s hands were all over me and I could feel him touching places I dared not even touch myself.

Slowly he made his way down to my navel, I felt him lift my gown and he started greedily kissing my flesh. His frenzied mouth reached my vagina and did not stop, I felt his tongue inside of me and it was like nothing I´d ever felt before. I moaned with pleasure and sheer delight, I gripped at his back, pulling his mouth deeper inside of me.

As I did so I felt marks on his skin, long scars on his back, as soon as I touched them he reached up and returned my hands to his head. His tongue went in and out of me, deeper and deeper, my body convulsing repeatedly, until I felt a wave of energy throughout my entire being. He lapped at me and drank me up; I lay back exhausted and oddly ashamed at what my body had done. Then in my dream, I drifted off into a fatigued sleep.

When I awoke, I couldn´t believe what I´d dreamt, it had felt so real, my body felt different, I was soaked in perspiration, my hair dishevelled I looked down and to my surprise the buttons on my nightgown were indeed undone, I quickly did them back up.

Had I dreamt this I thought or had it happened? I tried to recall every second of my dream, it felt so real, but then I remembered how in my dream I had touched Anton’s back. I remembered the scars I had felt and I definitely did not recall seeing them that day at the mill. Therefore, it must have been a dream after all, a very vivid but enjoyable dream. Suddenly I began to feel ashamed once more and I picked myself up off the rock and scampered quickly back home.

How could a dream have been so real, I was so wet, my body still tingled, parts of me were still on fire, but I was certain Anton had no scars on his back? I´d watched him dress, and when I say watched I mean intently, his skin was perfect, like polished mahogany

There was only one explanation, hysteria; so obviously consumed with passion for Anton, I had actually imagined doing these disgraceful things with him. What sort of a lady was I? After all I´d said to Mary about minding her thoughts, I had fantasised things that were far more sinful.