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Author's note - This is a real dream I had, slightly embellished for the sake of writing and a real note I sent to my mistress. It's with her permission that I shared it with you all. I've taken out references to our names for the sake of privacy.
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As promised my love, the dream I had of you last night.
The dream started on a summer's evening in London. I knocked on the door to your hotel room, full of nervous energy. As I waited for you to open the door I nervously shifted around in my suit. You opened the door and looked the ultimate view of beauty. Your hair was curled and held up, your makeup was sublime, you were wearing a stunning figure hugging, backless purple dress with a plunging neckline. I scanned further down noting your stockings and towering patent leather high heels. I was speechless, which you found amusing.
I offered my arm to you and we walked to the lift, heading down to reception where I had a car waiting for us. As we drove off you asked what we were going to do and I told you to be patient, you'd see soon enough.
Soon after we pulled up to a small restaurant in the West End. Like a gentleman I opened your door, took your hand and helped you out in a dignified manner. I held the restaurant door and you walked in to find the place empty, with only one table made up. The other tables were covered in candles and soft music played in the background. You smiled at me, recognising that I'd done all of this for you.
We sat down and the waiter poured us some drinks and served our first course. We spent hours eating, drinking and talking. We talked of our lives, loves and our dreams. Partway through the conversation moved to saucy flirting, I felt you running your foot up the back of my leg, which caused me to blush and you to giggle.
After several bottles of wine and amazing food, I paid the bill and called the car back. We got back in and carried on flirting with each other as the driver took us to Hyde Park, where I had a horse drawn carriage waiting for us. The night was coming in and in the twilight everything looked beautiful, especially you. The night air was still warm but we still cuddled up together as the carriage took us around the park. I stared into your eyes, told you how beautiful you are and leaned in for a kiss.
We kissed long and lovingly for most of the carriage trip. You kept letting out small moans as I kissed you, which I loved. The carriage returned us to the car. We got back into the car, at which point the driver asked where we were going next. Before I could say to take you to your hotel, you piped up and said to drive to my hotel. You gave me a naughty smile and we returned to kissing, more passionately this time.
We pulled up to the hotel and I paid the driver. I helped you out again and you took the lead to the elevator. I walked a pace behind you, gasing entirely overtly at your gorgeous bum in the tight dress. We got into the lift and I swiped my key card for the penthouse. Within seconds we were kissing passionately, our hands exploring each other's bodies, our tongues darting in and out of each other's mouths. Before we knew it the elevator pinged and opened out directly into my penthouse suite. Immediately you noticed the view of the city and you commented about how amazing it was. Without taking my eyes off you I agreed in a clumsy double entendre.
We stepped out onto the balcony and admired the view, but it didn't take long for us to be in each other's arms again. I asked if you wanted to see the bedroom and you nodded with another naughty smile.