The torn, parchment page of the grimoire fluttered gently to the ground as Selene sank back into the cushioned headboard, breathing in the dusky lavender smoke that filled her bedroom. Her breasts rose and fell under her silk robe as she met her own eyes in her reflection, the mirrored ceiling flickering with candle light.
Then the mirror shimmered briefly, and in it her bed was replaced by an unfamiliar one in a room she had never seen before. A gauzy canopy fluttered above it as the door in the reflected room opened just out of sight, admitting a man and woman in the act of tearing one another's clothes off. The man, whose back was to Selene, began kissing down the woman's neck, reaching up a hand to rip open her shirt, too hungry to work the buttons. The woman looked up and seemed to meet Selene's eyes as she shimmied out of her skirt. While she'd known what to expect, seeing her own face look back at her was more jarring -- and tantalizing -- than she'd imagined.
The Selene in the mirror ran her hands up her partner's muscular back, then back down and around to free his throbbing cock from his jeans. As he moved to help her, his face turned toward Selene in her own room, and she gasped in surprise. It was Alec -- her college roommate's ex-boyfriend. She hadn't seen him in at least five years, since he and Emma had broken up. He had walked in on her undressing once, when he showed up early for a dinner date. Though he'd seemed unaffected at the time, it had clearly made an impression. She thought the spell would have shown her the dreams of her pervy boss, the lovestruck bag boy at the grocery store, or even an ex of her own. But here she was, watching a dream version of herself straddling Alec, pulling her lacy panties aside and rubbing her wet pussy lightly, teasingly, against the head of his cock as he licked and sucked at her breasts above the cupless leather bustier she wore.
With a growl, Alec flipped Dream Selene onto her stomach, clicking restraints that were tethered to the four posts of the bed around her wrists and ankles. The candles in Selene's room flared briefly, and her arms and legs began to move toward the corners of her own bed. She could see that she was still wearing her robe, but instead of its silky caress, she felt the press of the lingerie her counterpart was wearing, the light touch of lace sliding down her legs as Alec removed her panties in his dream. She moaned quietly, marveling at the resistance she encountered as she tried to move a visibly unrestrained hand toward herself to feel her very real slick wetness and relieve some of the aching need that had come over her.
