All of the following is complete and total fiction. Not a word of it occurred, nor would it.
All Harlot's Eve 3: Midnight Dreams - Dirty Dreams
Starring Taylor Swift
(MF, Oral, Anal, Cons)
Okay folks, I bet at this point you're wondering if EVERY joined sex dream has a big narrative around it. And no of course not. Like I've said before, it all comes down to desire and what two minds who find each other want in the Dreamscape. And sometimes, yes, those dreams can be rather ornate. I mean gangster fantasies, vampires, witches and slashers...OH MY!
However, a lot of times two people who just have, well, a very active libido and a huge desire to fuck to be perfectly blunt. Sometimes they'll be in the dream mid coitus, not sure how it started but never wanting it to end until they wake up with soggy sheets. Though sometimes, even in those carnal times there is a little...flair added to it all. This is one of those moments.
Today, this final dream we'll be looking into is going to be one of those right to the pint ones, for the most part. The first part of this dream liaison is a gentleman by the name of Steven Holland. He's a bartender at a strip club who tends to have dreams inspired by his job, wet or otherwise. He's also a Taylor Swift megafan.
The other one...is Taylor Swift.
What? You can't be surprised? You think this is the first fan who she's met in dreams? I mean you've already seen that celebs commiserate with normal people in the dreamscape, why would her being a part of this dream be any kind of surprise?
As to what they'll be dreaming of...well...fucking. I mean that's what happens when you falls asleep with a carnal craving, to seek out someone to help you sate it. Now...let's watch the feast.
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Steven was walking down the red velvet hallway. He didn't know where the entrance was. He looked behind him and just saw a red velvet wall. He walked the only direction he could, forward. His shined shoes reflected the light above with every step he made on the red velvet carpet and his eyes looked at the blonde beauty whose portraits hung on the red velvet walls.
Ahead he made out the shape of a red velvet door, white light shining through it, smoke leaking through the crack. Through that he saw a silhouette, a booming, large figure who was dressed in a crushed red velvet suit and a red tie. His face though Steven couldn't quite make out, though somehow he knew the large shape was smiling.
The burly figure opened the door and gestured for Steven to walk through it, which he did. Steven wasn't quite sure why he felt so comfortable doing so, he didn't recognize the place, though he also knew it like the back of his hand.
Once he stepped through the threshold the world seemed to melt into view. It was like a French aristocrats house as done by Andy Warhol. Pop art poshness, gilded furniture with silkscreened upholstery of celebrities and public figures. The were fountains built into the walls with lions and mythical figures like griffins and Pan himself spitting multicolored water into the air and into the fountain, where on rainbow chrome lily pads sat glowing frogs with croaks that sounded like violins.
In the middle of all of this was a stage like something out of a cabaret show, stage lights surrounding the perimeter of it. The stage was shaped like a large half circle, it's size something that almost seemed impossible even within the impossible room. On the stage was a chair. It was luxurious like the rest of the furniture in the room, though without the pop art flair. It was red, burning red and gilded as well.
A spotlight fell on it and Steven approached. As he did he passed a mirror and looked himself over. He wasn't sure why but he felt the need to see what he was wearing. it was almost as if he wasn't quite sure until he confirmed it. He was in a navy blue peacoat and a black turtleneck. The pants were a dark greyish silver and the shoes were still shined and black.
With that brief pause over her climbed the stage and took the seat. The spotlight faded as he did and his attention moved to the center stage. There was a red velvet curtain with golden tassels. In the middle of each piece of the curtain was a number stitched in golden thread; on the left it was the number one and on the right the number three. Obviously when put side by side they made the number thirteen. In front of the curtain was something he couldn't believe he hadn't notice; a giant martini glass, big enough for a person to lay in. Behind it was a crystalline step ladder.
Then the lights went down, though little bit of the neon rainbow could still be seen, a phosphorescent glow around him. But ahead, the only lights Steven could see with the stage lights. The curtains parted and a new light source was revealed. A faded purplish-pink light that flowed out along with a bed of fog, creating a lavender haze that surrounded a feminine silhouette. Though she was mostly concealed in shadow he could see the body suit she wore covered in diamonds and a diamond necklace around her neck and around her shoulders a white faux fur stole. Her legs were covered in stockings with the shoes she wore just as bejeweled as her clothes.
When the spotlight reappeared, this time shining on her, the identity of the woman was revealed, though at this point Steven had already determined that it was none of than Taylor swift, shining like a diamond-diamond studded mirrorball. Her blue eyes locked on his and in that moment the music started. It had a steady, jazzy beat for her to step to and she did.
