I knew better than to go back to Sleepy Lake, the town I lived in thirty years ago, and where I almost lost my mind, and my life. Spirits from the underworld lived there, and the moment I drove back into town, I knew they still lived there, and they knew I was back. I also knew if I went through with my plan, they would kill me.
I met him when I was getting married to a man I thought I wanted to be with, but there was no real sexual attraction between us. Suddenly, I looked up and there he was, staring at me from across the room. He was tall with thick, brown hair that skirted his collar, deep blue eyes, and a gentle way about him that I fell in love with immediately. He came to my wedding with my friend Jolene, and I wanted to object to the ceremony myself, and then go running into his arms and make hot, passionate love to him right there, in front of family and friends.
He wanted me. I could feel it when I was around him. The only problem was that I was over twenty years his senior. He was in his mid-thirties and I was somewhere in my fifties, and I'm not saying just where. Suffice it to say, he was hot and I was hot for him.
I've always had a fantasy about having more than one man in the same evening. It felt dirty, and yet it turned me on enormously. I wanted to feel what it would be like, having a man, and telling yourself it is paid sex, and then having yet another man. It felt succulent and passionate, and a time to let all your emotions free.
I closed my eyes and once again I was drifting back to sleep, wanting the dream to come alive with a deep urgency. I could feel the beginnings of an orgasm in my abdomen and knew it would be intense if I could get back into the dream in time.