0 comments/ 16233 views/ 0 favorites A Simple Wish By: rob99202 The box lay in Shay's hands with a checked leather surface and a tarnished latch. The box was ancient, but what it held inside was even older and priceless; offering to her something that she could get in no other way, a brief respite from her current life. Shay's hands shook as she her fingers slipped beneath the latch and released the clasp from the box. She felt slight trepidation -- her long quest was ending -- but she had to make the right use to quell her hunger for good. Shay slowly raised the lid, gazing down upon the satin liner. Upon the satin lay a nondescript length of rod. She took it into her right hand and lay down the box. A strange feeling overcame her, then she closed her eyes and said, "with this wand I thee request, that time halt and others rest until seventy-hours do past, then no memory of such shall I bequest." The ticking of the clock on the wall halted. She felt a load lift from her shoulders and knew that there was no time to waste. She knelt down and lay the box on the floor. Her hand reached in, she ran a finger along its length. The finish was smooth and the surface was warm to the touch. Perhaps this was because of the magic contained within. The horses' hooves clattered over the cobblestones. The carriage shook, rattled, and rolled up the drive to the great plantation house, until it jolted to a halt. Two men in long coats and long hair gathered in a pony tail helped her from her ride. She floated up the steps to the main entrance. She was announced and all eyes turned to gaze as the lovely woman make her as she entered the room. Shay moved gracefully into the room; catching the eye of every man in the room, their heads following her as she floated across the room. Shay could scarcely breathe. She felts restricted in layers of under garments, they rustle as she walks. Her gaze is upon a man at the head of the room; the master of the estate who had sent her a special invitation. She strode toward him with a single purpose. Her stride moved with grace, yet her stomach was filled with butterflies. Outwardly, she was stoic, inwardly, she felt like a school girl before the handsome, poetic teacher of her youth. Shay approached him, noting his height, the features of his face. God he is handsome, tall and distinguished looking in his grey and black hair. She put on her most alluring smile. The women in the room watched him, then her as she passed by. Most wished that they had such courage, the fortitude to approach this man, or even a moment of the attention he was giving her. She moved before him such that she captured his attention away from all the others that sought his charms, his interest, and his love. She intrigued him above all others. She carried herself with poise and distinction that came from natural charms, not what was taught in finishing school. The hue of her red hair shown in the ballroom light and her eyes spoke of deep desire, passion, and mystery. No one knew from where she really came, and she possessed something that the other women could only dream of having and she was about to get what all the other women in the room wanted. He reached out with his right hand, and she laid it palm up. He took her hand under his arm and led her to the dance floor as the orchestra began to play a waltz. Inside she was trembling; outwardly no one could tell that she was nervous at all. Shay’s body and feet followed his lead. She moved with him with such grace, that they looked as though they were one. The chatted and smile, he falling as much under her spell as she had fallen under his. They knew of not others in the giant ballroom. No matter how the other ladies tried, they could not attract his attention. They stepped onto the veranda, into the warm evening air. Beyond them, they could see the rolling hills lit in the moonlight. Above them the stars twinkled, some falling to meet their fate with the earth. In the distance, a few lights could be seen. Peasants no doubt, that had been kept awake by their dreams of someday attending a ball, just as she had done. She looked up at him, his face pale in the moonlight and her eyes sparkling in the twilight. He was tall and so handsome. She could feel strength in his arms and chest, yet his touch was gentle. He gathered her into his arms, against his broad chest. He leaned towards her, touching her lips with his. She parted her mouth and gave herself to his kiss. It was warm and soft, full yet carrying an under current of passion. His kissed warmed her, even though the air was cold. He led her to a set of French doors and into his master suite. A fire burned in the corner of the room, casting a warm flickering light, with which she saw a richly furnished room, the centerpiece being a large four poster bed. She imagined herself holding onto one of those posts as he took her from behind. She suddenly felt a little flush with the thought. Shay steadied her self against the wall. Noticing this, he helped her to a chair next to the fireplace. The warmth felt good. She looked up and noticed that there were two handmaidens, ladies in waiting, were in the room. She was slightly taken back by the sight of servants. She was not accustomed to such things. He knelt before Shay, concern furrowing his face, a glass of wine in his hand for her. She took a sip of the sweet nectar. She looked at him and smiled. "I am fine," she said. "It has been quite an evening so far." He helped her to her feet. She realized that he had forsaken all of his guests, save for her. She was thrilled with the prospect that she now had him to herself. She had come here to have him, to experience the skill of a legendary lover, one that she had read about – as history – many years before. One who could equal her first experienced lover, yet now she brought much experience of her own. He excused himself momentarily and the hand maidens approached her and helped her from her clothing. The removed her dress and her corset. She was left in her pantaloons and undershirt. She felt the chill of the room, but the hand maidens helped her to bed and warmth under the thick blankets heated from the coals in a heating pan. Shay lay there in the dim light, anticipating the feel of his body next to hers, his strength, her passion. The light from the flames danced across the ceiling. She heard him come into the room, but she could not see him until he stood next to the bed. He slid under the covers; she could feel his muscular body through her under clothes. He turned to her and pulled her to him. She could smell his skin. He smelled clean, yet his scent was unique and one that she knew she would never forget. He grabbed her ass and pulled her hips against his. She felt the hardness of his manhood pressing against her stomach. She slid her leg over his hip, positioning his dick between her legs. She felt excitement building in her lower abdomen, traveling down to her throbbing vulva. The wetness was building, in anticipation of his hard dick sliding between the lips of her nether region. She could tell his excitement was building. He grew even harder and his hands roamed beneath her under clothes, his kisses grew deeper and wetter. His fingers were nimble and stimulated her with each touch. His lips and tongue on her neck, raised goose bumps on her legs. His fingers found the buttons on the back of her under shirt and deftly release them one by one. Then he slid it slowly off of her body, kissing beneath the garment as he pulled it off. He cupped her breasts in his hands, rolling her nipples between his thumbs and fore-fingers. Her nipples grew stiffer, and she rubbed her hips against his body. His hands took the waist band of her pantaloons and slid them off of her body, baring her pubis mound. Shay kicked the pants away and pressed her red triangle was against his skin, while his hands pulled her even closer. Shay felt the strength in him hands and arms, yet his kisses were soft and his touch gentle. She looked into his eyes, they were green like hers and like hers, passion burned deeply behind them. Shay reached between his legs, taking hold of his dick. It was already fully erect and larger than any she had touched before. A small bit of moisture had formed on the end of it. She rubbed the droplet over the head of his dick, then put her finger to her lips and tasted the sweetness of his pre-cum. His lips pressed against the skin of her neck and she felt goose bumps rise on her legs. His tongue moved down her neck, onto her shoulder, then across her collar bone. She felt a cool trail that it left behind as it passed over her skin. She felt a charge, like a small electrical current, pass from her breast to her clitoris at the touch of his tongue to her nipple. Moisture formed immediately between her lips and she let out a soft moan, letting him know of her approval. She anticipated the feel of his tongue on her pussy, but for the moment she lay back and let flame build within. He pressed her breasts together, and circled both nipples with his tongue. A knot built just below her navel and exploded in a white flash traveling through her whole body. The aftermath left her body quivering, damp, and hot. She craved to have him inside her. She spread her legs for him, but he slid around behind her. Taking her at the hip, he pulled her back to him, her ass against him, his penis penetrating between her legs. His penis felt enormous as it slid through the velvet folds between her legs. His lips touched the back of her shoulder, tracing a line to the back of her neck. His fingers held her breasts. She tingled where he touched her. The servants in the room had escaped Shay’s mind. The pleasure that she was receiving blocked out all else, until she felt another sensation. A tongue on her shin, left a cool trace as it slid over her. It was not his tongue, rather the tongue of another and it was moving up her inner thigh. Shay had been fingered by her lover whilst they made love; and she had had fingers inside her while he had gone down on her. This always heightened the sensations, but she had never experienced the feeling of a warm, moist tongue circling her clitoris while having a large dick inside here. Generally, this would be a physically impossible feat, but one of the handmaidens had moved beneath the covers and her tongue was now between her legs. Any reservations that she had about a woman touching her faded. Her body quivered as his big cock slid ever deeper inside her pussy and the maiden’s tongue slide between her lips, circling her clit, then dove up under the hood. Her body shook, and the white flash returned with electrifying intensity. Her orgasm lasted longer than any she had previously experienced, leaving her feeling drained, yet not satiated; her lust has had too many years to build, or was it boredom that has grown over the years. At any rate, he certainly wasn’t finished, as he moved above her and split her legs wide. Even though he had been in her, she felt her pussy stretch as he slid inside her. His cock touched her in places that had been left untouched for years. Her body moved with his, grinding against him with each downward stroke, moving at his pace, until he too full control and lifted her legs in the air, beneath his shoulders. She was completed exposed to his skin. She felt her clitoris tingle as it slid through his hair, while his dick dove simultaneously deeply inside her, hitting her in that special spot. His balls slapped against her ass and she could feel moisture flowing from her pussy, coating both of them with dampness. She once again felt pressure building at the base of her stomach, exploding in wave after wave, leaving her damp and quaking. Once again she felt drained, yet she still desired this man tonight. He obviously was not done as, holding her in his arms, he rolled onto his back, leaving her above him, his dick never leaving her. She straddled him and gazed upon him in the dim firelight. His chest was broad and muscular, not completely covered in hair, but with enough that she could sense it with her nipples. His eyes were green like hers. The flames danced in them, both literally and figuratively. He was deep inside her. She began rocking and massaging his penis with her inner muscles. She watched the smile on his face turn to an open mouth. She leaned down, letting her breasts rub against his chest, and kissed his open mouth. Her moisture flowed still, as she leaned back, grabbing onto his chest, she rode him hard. His face contorted and he arched his back, exploding inside her. She felt his hot cum fill her then another wave of orgasm wracked her body, and she collapsed in a heap upon him. They both lay in the warmth of the bedclothes. The firelight danced on ceiling above them. She lay with her head on his chest, in his arms, her legs wrapped around his thigh. Together they lay in the afterglow, warm and damp, until sleep overtook them. Shay's last thoughts that night were 'this is the start of not only a fantasy, but that reprieve for which I have sought.' A Simple Wish There is no deep plot here. It's all about sex. * "I am a simple woman with simple wishes. I do not ask for much. There is only one thing I really want." I want you to fuck me, on your terms, not mine. Let me be your slut, make my body yours for your pleasure. Order me to strip and get over your knee. Let me show you what a good slut I will be for you. Watch as my nipples push their way through the sheer fabric when I run my hands over my body. Moving my hips in time to sultry jazz music, I slowly unbutton my red silk blouse. My hands linger on my breasts as the blouse falls to the floor. My hands caress the skin, I lower my mouth and flick my tongue across my nipple; you nod in approval. You reach for my jutting nipple and roll it between your finger and thumb before attaching the clamp that hangs from a chain. As you clamp my other nipple, I feel the heat building in my pussy. "Who's your Daddy?" you ask. Through lowered eyes, I reply. "You are." " Go on." You say as you return to your chair. I wiggle the short black skirt off and it joins the blouse on the floor. You moan when you see I am not wearing panties. My fingers caress the folds of my freshly shaved cunt; there is just a tease of soft curls remaining. I turn around and slowly bend from the waist to pick up my clothing. My sexy ass sways in your face. Red fingernails leave faint trails as I drag them over my skin. At my puckered hole, I tentatively stop and wiggle a finger inside. I bend down low, spreading my toned legs wide. I want to make sure you have a clear view of my shaved pussy. I want to make sure you see the slick cum gathering at my entrance and beginning to ooze over my swollen lips, leaving a glistening shine... SMACK! Playfully, your big hand buzzes through the air delivering a stinging swat to my rear end, a warm up for what lies ahead. My skin tingles from the touch of your hand on my ass. Wearing only the nipple clamps, a black leather garter, sheer, back seamed stockings, and classic 'fuck me' stilettos, I lie over your legs and push my ass up high. You feel your pants getting wet from the excitement dripping down my thighs. Desire blasts through you and your prick begins to stir between your muscled legs. "Fuck my ass baby, please." I moan to you. SMACK! The first smack catches me off guard and I let out a squeal. I have no idea where or when the next one will hit. My pussy juice dampens your pants as I squirm on your stiffening cock. One smack to the left then a teasing tickle on my thigh, leaving me to guess where you will strike next. You make me count each blow as my butt gets redder and redder. I try to get my hand to my pussy to ease the building desire but you push my hands away. I feel your thumb enter my wet cunt. My asshole begins to open as you prod me with your finger, teasing me but not entering. I try to push back against you but you stop me and laugh. SMACK! SMACK! "You're my slut, remember? My terms whore." You bellow. Tears flow from my eyes. Each smack stings my ass more than the last. Every time you deliver another smack, your cock grows beneath me. I squirm so I can feel you better. Moaning, you push my scarlet ass into your lap. My clit finds the sensitive tip of your manhood through the damp fabric and begins to throb. Suddenly you begin a relentless attack on my butt, drawing me closer to the edge. I gasp, unable to count anymore, only sob openly. Over and over your hand attacks my ass leaving visible handprints that will last for days. Just when I can take no more, you stop. I feel your strong hand slide between my legs to my sopping wet pussy. My cunt is so wet it glistens. My clit is swollen and hard, demanding your attention. You watch as a silky cum stream runs out from my tight fuck hole. Your fingers play in my wet folds, stroking between my lips, playing in my juices. This causes your cock to strain more against your pants, begging for relief. I need to feel your sex in my mouth, my pussy, my ass; I need to feel you everywhere! "Daddy, can I, please? Can I take you into my mouth? Let me taste you Daddy!" My voice fills with lust. Your moan is the only answer I need. My teeth unzip your pants. I slowly drag my mouth down the front of you, taking the zipper with me. I reach in and pull out your iron rod. You are already so hard. The vein that runs your length is full and pulsing with blood.My hot breath on your cock arouses you more. Kissing your belly, I watch as a shiny drop of precum begins to seep from the tiny hole atop your bulging purple head. It is thick enough that I can wrap my tongue around it and pull gently. A thin string of cum covers my tongue as I keep twirling cum from you. I rub my lips in your precum; my tongue grabs the glob and twirls it more, milking the thread from you. You bend down for a kiss, enjoying your taste on my mouth. My legs spread so your finger can work its way into my little asshole. Moaning a little at first I push into your hand. Your finger enters my ass deeper. As I loosen up you slide another finger in me .Surrounded in my tightness, your fingers move in and almost all the way out of my ass. Tasting you is exquisite. I love taking you in my mouth, feeling your shaft as you push deep down my throat. My head bobs faster. I love the feel of your prick invading my mouth. I take you deep down my throat as my tongue swirls up and around your swelling desire.I stop to lick you a while.My hand massages your balls. The more I lick the more sweet cum oozes from your cock into my mouth. You taste salty sweet, you taste soo good. Sensing you are close to cumming, I grasp the base of your raging cock. "Good girl" you moan. "Daddy pleeeeease, fuck my ass, NOW DADDY, PLEEEASEEEEE! Fuck my ass with your hard cock, Please Daddy!" You toss me gently onto the bed. I kneel at the edge spreading my legs wide and grabbing my ass cheeks. My skin is shiny with my juices. You are rock hard, dripping precum steadily, more than enough to ease your entrance into my waiting ass... I feel you playing between my swollen lips, coating your cock in my cream. Even though you want to ram your horny cock hard into me in one move you enter me slowly. You take your time easing into my tiny ass. The head of your cock pushes against my puckered hole and you feel me open for you. My sensitive skin feels the juice seeping from the tip of your engorged sex. Two thrusts later your swollen cockhead is all the way in me, I begin to push against you. Each time I push harder and you journey deeper inside me.I am pushing against you, urging you in deeper, harder, and faster. Your whole cock is inside my tiny ass, totally squeezed in my tight passage. You take long strokes, pulling almost out then slowly pushing deep into me once more. Hard and pulsating, your cock stretches my tunnel more with each stroke. Intimacy mixes with raw sexual energy. This act is both brutal and loving. "Harder, Harder Daddy, fuck my ass harder NOW," I plead. We are breathing hard and fast. You start fucking my ass wildly. Deep hard forceful strokes into me, your fucking me so hard, it feels so good. I feel you swell inside me. Your fingers are working my pussy, first two now three, forcing their way in stretching my tight cunt as it squeezes down on you. SMACK! SMACK! An unexpected assault on my tender red butt catches me by surprise and I yelp at the sting. My yelps turn to moans, each thrust and smack send me into a whirlwind of sensations. Your fingers and cock move in and out of my body together, fucking me in unison, filling my ass and pussy at the same time, pressing against each other in such small spaces. This sends me to the edge I know I need to cum and soon! There is a pressure inside me as your cock swells and expands, pressing harder against me. Your breathing is coming out in animalistic grunts; I feel droplets of sweat falling onto my back. "Do you want it slut, tell me how much you want my cum. TELL ME!" "GIVE ME YOUR CUM" I yell. "GIVE YOUR SLUT YOUR CUM PLEEEEEASE!" " AAARG" You grunt, yelling "cum now my little slut, now!" At your command, my body explodes in a never-ending wave of ecstasy. I feel your cock jerking inside me, filling me with your hot sweet cum. Your movements are not timed, jerkily, without control of your body you fill my bowels until I feel your cum leaking down my shaking thighs. Your hands reach under me; you caress my breasts as you gently lay me down, resting on top of me... Our breathing gradually returns to normal while you kiss my neck, telling me words I long to hear. We are together and happy. We drift off to sleep smiling. Goodnight, sweet prince... A Simple Wish "Fuck me!" Holly gripped the sheets tight as she pushed herself against his massive erection. She had been begging him to be rough and he was still being too gentle. She gritted her teeth. "Seriously Cavan. Go harder!" Holly grunted and reached her hand down under her body. She ran her hands over her hard nipples and down her firm belly. She didn't linger her fingers against her bare mound. She went straight for her pulsing clit and rubbed hard. She had buried her head in the fluffy pillows and was trying to reach her peak. "Oh you feel so good baby. Let me cum all over your cute face." Cavan pulled out and stroked his cock. He was standing next to the bed and his chest was covered in a thin layer of sweat. They had been going at it for almost an hour and he was ready to orgasm. Holly flipped over and held her massive breasts together as she stuck her tongue out. She watched as he jerked twice and then exploded all over her face. She felt his cum land on her cheeks and tongue. She left her mouth open until he was finished then watched as he walked off to the washroom. Holly tried to calm her breathing. She was exhausted and sore. She saw Cavan turn the light off and then walk back to bed. She grabbed some tissues from the nightstand to clean herself up then lay waiting for him to return. "You are an amazing fuck. I have a thing for redheads with big breasts. Good night." Holly smiled and then closed her eyes. At least he had had fun. She knew exactly what was going to happen in the morning. They were going to have sex again at least once in bed, maybe again in the shower and then she would leave and he would never call. It was the same routine. The moment he mentioned her red hair and big breasts she knew there was no use in even trying with him. *** "So how was your Saturday night? That guy you were with was pretty cute." Holly glanced up from the newspaper. She hated when one of her coworkers invited themselves in for morning coffee break. Holly wanted time to herself and was not even granted that. She smiled and replied. "It was good. His name is Cavan." "Cute name. I was so excited to go out with you and the other lawyers. I had so much fun." Miranda was practically jumping up and down and Holly was not normally a mean person. She held back what she wanted to say. "It was fun to have you come out with us. After a stressful week it's nice to unwind." "Yeah." Holly was about to be sociable and ask her how she was going to spend her Christmas. It was two days before Christmas but almost everyone was going to be working tomorrow. Holly looked at the clock. Her break was over and she was thankful she no longer had to talk to Miranda. Miranda was new and acted like an annoying little yappy dog. She was eager to please all the other lawyers and since Holly was one of the top performing female lawyers, she had attached herself to the older redhead. "I need to get back to work." "Right. Thanks for letting me have break with you. I hope you have a productive afternoon." Holly watched as Miranda fluttered her way back to her desk. Holly wanted to slam her door shut but felt that would be rude. Instead, she closed it gently and got back to work. Holly was a defense lawyer with a very reputable law firm. She had been here ten years and had made a name for herself. She was not a partner and no matter how much progress occurred in the real world, this law firm was still an old boy's club. Holly looked out at the downtown area and tried to figure out the impression she had made on Miranda at the bar on Saturday. She had gone out with some of the other lawyers and inevitably had attracted the attention of a handsome guy. He saw her as a short red head with big breasts and she reluctantly gave in. The sex was good but as always, she had gone home the next morning. Miranda was probably in awe of how easy it was for Holly to pick up guys. At thirty-three, she was too old to be having one-night stands. She wanted more but there was no way she was going to get the perfect guy, especially with her work schedule. Holly got back to work and typed up five pages of information to be used for the case she was working on. It was a tragic case of spousal abuse. She was defending the wife, who had been charged with killing her husband. It clearly could be construed as self defense and that was going to be her whole case. She was going to show the jury that this small defenseless woman had no other means to remove herself from the tragic situation then to stab her husband. Holly left the office around eight. She worked late almost every night but it didn't matter. She was single and didn't even own a pet. She entered her empty condominium and after getting a bite to eat settled into bed to read her novel. "I hate my life." Holly spoke those words aloud and then realized how silly she was. Miranda loved Holly's life. She bet if she asked her, she would switch places with her. She had money, power, a great job, and great looks. Holly looked around and wondered what would happen if she had made different choices so many years ago. She got up and grabbed her high school yearbook. It was displayed on the bookshelf in her room and she flipped to the same page she always did. She smiled down at the picture of Connor Farren. She couldn't look past the picture because if she did she would see what he had written in her yearbook. She closed her book and got back in bed. *** Holly woke up with a start. She looked around and saw that it was daylight. She blinked and saw that her alarm clock read ten. She had slept in. That had never happened. She rushed out of bed and quickly got dressed. As she slid on her nylons, she rang her office. She was partly relieved when Miranda answered the phone. "Dale, Brown, and Roberts." "Miranda it's me Holly. I slept in. I will be there in thirty minutes. Tell John to postpone the meeting until eleven and confirm the court date for the twenty-seventh." Holly hung up the phone, not even waiting for her to respond. She didn't care. She had answered the phone and thus needed to handle the duties given to her. Holly slid on her black skirt with the silver jacket. She put her red hair in a bun and then grabbed her briefcase. The drive into work was horrendous and it unfortunately gave her time to think about the dream she had had the night before. She rarely dreamt but this was so vivid. She dreamt that she had met her high school boyfriend, Connor Farren, at a bar. It was a weird dream because instead of Cavan, or whatever his name was; it was Connor whom she had gone home with last Saturday. She had woken up horny and had it not been a workday she would have done some naughty things with some of her sex toys. Holly stomped into the office and was all business until the court appearance in the afternoon. She had no time to think about anything until five when she and one of the senior partners were the only ones left in the office. She sat down and Connor's face flashed before her eyes. It was strange really. She logged on to her computer and decided to do something weird. She was hooked up to a few databases and she typed in his name. Three links popped up and she looked at each one. One was detailed including date of birth, address, and marital status. It was not the same person since the birth date was ten years off. The next link was general with only a name and phone number. The third made Holly's heart skip a beat. It was Connor. She looked at the picture that was linked to the account and glanced at the address and birth date. He hadn't changed in fifteen years. She was about to scribble the phone number and address but was startled by John standing in the doorway. He had coughed to announce his arrival. "You work too much Holly. You know that, right?" "You're here too." "Yeah but I'm in a horrible marriage and prefer to be here than at home being nagged to death. You're young. You should be going out meeting guys, having wild sex." Holly laughed. John was only five years older then she. "You are silly. I'm done with relationships." "You can't be serious. You had at least three guys all over you at the bar on Saturday. How you have stayed single is unfathomable." Holly stood up and leaned against her desk. John was one of the only males in the office whom she trusted. When she first started working there, many of the guys had made passes at her and had expected her to fall at their feet in worship. She had done no such thing. John was different. He was actually loyal to his wife. "The guy I went home with showed promise until he asked me over breakfast how much I made each year. When I told him that was a rude question he pouted and started talking about how he always wanted a sugar momma." "You serious?" "Yep. Guys look at me, see the red hair, petite frame, and big breasts, and assume I'm a sex toy. Or they find out I'm a lawyer and decide I should spend money on them. I'm through with dating. No one was as good as my high school sweetheart." Holly was blushing now. This was a personal conversation she was having with John but she didn't feel uncomfortable. She was more embarrassed at how she was reacting to talking about Connor. "I bet you'd love to go back in time and change the decisions you made." "Huh?" Holly blinked. That was exactly what she was thinking and she was not accustomed to John being so in tune with her feelings. John just smiled. "I've been there and done that Holly. I get sappy romantic at Christmastime. Sometimes I wonder what my life would be like had I not gone away for school." Holly was about to respond when her phone rang. She saw that it was one of her clients. She waved at John and just as she was about to answer it, he blurted out. "Go buy a lottery ticket at the store downstairs before you leave. Merry Christmas." Holly answered the phone and quickly focused her attention on her frantic client who had just been locked out of her house by her husband's family. Holly was professional and calm and without fifteen minutes had everything sorted out. She enjoyed the high profile cases but sometimes they turned into melodramatic annoyances. It was a small price to pay to get your name in the paper every few months. Two hours later Holly finally left the office. She stood in the elevator and was about to push the button for P4 but then remembered John's suggestion. She instead hit the button for the ground floor and soon her high heels were clicking along the marble floor of the grand foyer. She walked outside and then quickly turned left and rushed into the small convenience store that was on the corner. The store was tiny and if you were larger then normal you would not fit down the aisles. Newspapers and coffee were the two important purchases that most customers made and a few years ago someone had won the state lottery with a ticket purchased at this store. Some people wondered why the storeowner hadn't sold his store but he kept saying that he would retire after the next lottery winning. "Can I buy a lottery ticket?" "Of course my dear. That will be one dollar." Holly looked a little confused and was about to ask why the ticket was so cheap. The older man behind the counter answered her unspoken question. "It's almost Christmas. You are my last customer of the night. Just answer one question for me." "O.K." Holly was searching in her purse for a dollar because she felt bad about giving him a twenty and make him have to make change. "If you could make a wish what would it be?" Holly smiled and placed the twenty on the counter. She thought about the question and then responded like a lawyer would. "Aren't you supposed to keep your wish secret. I was told that if you told, your wish wouldn't come true." "I've been at this shop for over forty years. I can keep secrets." "I'd love to go back in time and make the right decision regarding my high school sweetheart." "That is a nice wish. Have a merry Christmas." Holly left the twenty-dollar bill on the counter and walked out with the lottery ticket in her hand. She stuffed it in her purse and then rushed back into the office building and walked towards the bank of elevators. She wasn't wearing a jacket even though it was freezing outside. She rarely went outside as she parked her car in her underground parking spot. She went from house to car to office and back again. The law offices were a short cab ride from the courthouse and there was always a waiting taxicab available. Holly entered her quiet apartment and after showering and changing into her silk red pajamas, she felt the all too familiar tingling feeling between her legs. She reached over and chose her pink rabbit vibrator. Lying back, she pulled down her pajamas pants and quickly moved the vibrator exactly how she needed it. This was a nightly activity and she could shut down completely after a few orgasms. Her body was used to the stimulation, so much so that when she was with Cavan, or whatever his name was, last Saturday, she hadn't been able to cum. Her body was trained to orgasm from her vibrator, beads, or dildo. Holly's body was shaking as she was brought closer to the much-needed inner explosion. As she came hard against the pink vibrator, she thought of only one thing – Connor Farren. *** Holly opened her eyes and was very confused. She closed them and tried to think. She was laying on her back on a very uncomfortable bed. She tried to remember what day of the week it was and decided it was a Thursday. There was no reason why she would have been out on a Wednesday night so she was even more confused as to why she was in some strange guy's bed. She opened her eyes again and saw that she was a in a small bedroom with green furniture and beige and green walls with a flower border around the top. Clothes were scattered everywhere and then she felt the scratchiness of cotton against her body. She never wore cotton, and never wore cotton that was worn and disgusting from too many washes. She sat up and tried to figure out whom she had slept with the night before. Had she gone out after buying the lottery ticket? She couldn't have gone home with the shop owner. That was not a possibility. She looked around and heard voices coming from the other side of the bedroom door. She had no idea why there were so many voices and so she looked on the ground for her purse. It wasn't there. She needed to know what time it was and she needed to remember the name of the guy. It was going to be very embarrassing trying to explain herself since she didn't remember having sex with him. Suddenly the door opened and in barged two small children. They ran and jumped on the bed and hugged Holly tightly. The girl was about four and had dark black hair and blue eyes. She was wearing a pink nightgown and was smiling brightly. The boy was about two and had red hair that was curly. He struggled to climb onto the bed and was finally helped by what Holly assumed to be his father. Her heart was pounding for a million different reasons. The questions spinning in her head was giving her a massive migraine. She had never met the children of any guy she had slept with and she never went for guys with kids. It was too much baggage. "Hi." "Mommy it's seven. You said we had to wait until then to wake you up. Can we open presents now?" Holly then glanced up and saw Connor standing next to the young boy. She had only noticed his hands as he helped his son up on the bed. Now she saw his face and was shocked. "Connor?" Holly was so confused. He looked different. Very different then the picture she had seen at work the other day. Had it only been yesterday? He was thinner and younger looking. This didn't make sense. Was this a dream? "Good morning baby. I hope the kids didn't wake you. They have been up since six." "Kids?" "You seem a little out of it. Let's go unwrap presents and I'll make you a cup of tea." "Tea?" Holly hadn't drunk tea since high school. She was a coffee drinker and this just created more confusion. Her head felt like it was going to explode. "Let's give Mommy some time to wake up. We'll be in the living room." Holly watched as Connor and the two children made their way to the living room. The moment they were out of sight she jumped out of bed and looked around. She was wearing a cotton nightgown that was a strange combination of pink, green, and blue. She could smell baby powder, strawberries, and toast. She was frantic. She stumbled over the clothing, trying to find her purse. Lying on the dresser was a purse. She opened it and began rifling through the contents. Car keys, credit cards, gum, and a soother. Random things but nothing that would help her explain what had happened to her. She kept waiting to wake up from this dream, or nightmare, but it wasn't working. Finally, she grabbed the wallet and opened it. She gasped. Her right hand gripped the wooden dresser for balance as she stared at her driver's license. The license had a picture of herself but much younger. Her name was listed as Holly Kathryn Farren. She flipped the card over and gasped. Everything was coming together now. The date of expiry on her driver's license was five years ago. 2003 to be exact. Holly took a deep breath and rushed to find the bathroom. She stormed in and barely had time to close the door before she threw up in the sink. After washing her face with a nearby washcloth she looked at herself in the mirror. She looked younger. Things were making sense in a weird way but she couldn't believe it. She was in some alternate past. A past where she married Connor and obviously had kids. She was twenty-eight and so was he. She did the math and realized that meant she had kids when she was still school. She had no idea where she was though. It was their house obviously but in what town or state she had no idea. "Holly. Can I come in?" Holly looked over and heard Connor's voice. Now that she had calmed down a bit, her body responded to his voice. It was such a soothing voice and although they had not seen each other in fifteen years, he was the closest thing she was going to get to familiarly. "Yes." Connor walked in and closed the door. She then noticed that he was taller then when he was eighteen. He was very muscular and wasn't wearing the geeky glasses he had worn all through high school. His black hair was cut short and he was wearing a gray t-shirt and black boxers. Holly felt her hand hurting and looked down, noticing that her left hand was gripping the counter so tight that one of her nails was bending back. She let go and noticed for the first time the wedding and engagement ring on her finger. The engagement ring was a tiny diamond on a yellow gold band. The wedding ring was plain gold. She immediately thought to herself how embarrassing it was to be wearing such plain jewelry. She would be the type to have a two-carat solitaire on a platinum band. "Are you feeling alright? You're looking pale. I heard you throw up. Are you pregnant?" Connor walked over and rubbed her arms. He then leaned down and nuzzled her nose. "I love you so much baby. Jackson and Ashley are waiting patiently. They want their Mom." Holly nodded and followed Connor to the living room. The kids ran and hugged her again and this time she hugged them back. She sat down on the ground and remembered back to when she was a kid. She smiled, laughed, and saw the kids opening their presents. She was thankful that Connor passed out the presents. She had no idea what present was for whom. The whole time her defensive lawyer mind was working, trying to get as much information as possible. By the time the presents were unwrapped and Jackson and Ashley were playing with their coloring books and toys, she had figured it was a dream. It was a vivid dream brought on by her conversation with John the night before.