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hecking my mailbox, I find a big bright red envelope. I study it. I see my name and I notice that there is no return address, nor postage. I go in the house, and start to open it. My hands are shacking a bit. I'm wondering what this holds inside.
I empty the contents of it on my kitchen table. I see a letter and a plane ticket. What does that mean? Did I win a contest or something? I take the letter in my hand. I can smell a sweet vanilla scent emanate from it. I proceed to read. "My dearest Isabelle, I am inviting you to participate in a Pleasure Hunt. I wish for you, to experience your most intimate fantasies. You do not have to be afraid. I am no stranger to you. In fact, we know each other very well. There are so many ways to know a person. I leave you at that; I do not want to reveal myself. You have nothing to fear by accepting my invitation. I wish you no harm. All I want is to fulfill your dreams and make you happy. You are free at any given time to stop this Hunt. I will never make you do anything you do not want to do. But if you accept, there are a few rules you will have to fallow. You must notice the plane ticket. It is for Greece, country of your desires. Your plane leaves at 9:00am tomorrow morning. You don't have to bring anything, except your sense of adventure. Here are the rules: 1. You have to accept any package or things from other people, without asking any questions. 2. You will have to dress yourself as I tell you, so that I will be able to recognize you. 3. And most important, you will have to obey all of my commands. The minute you refuse, the Hunt ends. So you see my love, you don't have to worry. I have your best interest in mind. This Pleasure Hunt is for you only. I leave you with this, and pray that you will accept. For I know you love to be challenged, and it is an experience of a lifetime. I repeat myself; you have nothing to fear from me. Once on the plane you will receive further instructions. You just have to wear something light and your beautiful smile. Hope to see you soon! MORPHEUS, your God of Dreams!"
Wow! Is this for real? I look at the plane ticket. It seems authentic. I decide to call the airport to verify if there is a plane leaving for Greece tomorrow. There is, and at 9:00am. I am speechless. After debating the pros and cons in my mind for a long time, I decide to go for it. Being on vacation for 2 weeks, and no place to go, what do I have to loose? I still have some reservations, but what is life with no risks.
As I board the plane the next morning, my mind is asking me a thousand questions. But I listen to my heart. Sitting in my seat, I wonder who this "God of Dreams" could be? Where is this Pleasure Hunt going to take me? I have no idea. All I know is that just the thought of it, makes my body shiver.
Been flying for 2 hours now. The flight attendant comes towards me to ask if I need anything. I tell her that I only want a glass of water. I want to keep a clear head. Then she asks me my name. Isabelle, I tell her. After a few minutes, she returns with my water and a package. I ask her from whom this is from. She makes a sign for me to hush up, with a smile. It is then that I remembered one of the rules: No questions ask. On the package is written: "My sweet, this is for you. I hope you will like what is inside. Go to the bathroom to open it." I take a deep breath. My adventure is about to begin.
Walking toward the bathroom, I can feel my entire body trembling. Once there I open it. Inside I find a beautiful white summer dress, all embroidered, with a white bathing suit, high cut and sandals to match. All the sizes are right. I can't believe this! How can he know me so well? It has been a little over a year since I have been serious with anyone. I see two velvet pouches. One is black and another, red. I open the black one. To my surprise, I find a necklace, bracelet and earring made out of pearls, covered in gold. I am in awe. The other pouch holds make-up and perfume. He really did think of everything.
I put on the clothes, the jewelry, make-up and perfume. I decide to pin my hair up. I look at myself in the mirror. I love what I see. Everything fits me perfectly. How could he have known? I am overwhelmed. I feel tears coming to my eyes. Why me? At that same instant, I hear a knock on the door. I gather my things and inhale. It's the stewardess. She asks me if I am okay. I nod yes. She then takes a good look at me and smiles with approval. We talk for a while, giving me enough time to clear the tears in my eyes. Then I go back to my seat.
To my surprise, I find a single red rose and a note. Please someone help me! I cry out in my soul. I take the rose in my hand, and I find myself being aroused by its perfume. The note says: "Have I done something to offend you? I wish not. I hope this rose will bring a smile to the sensual lips of yours. We will be meeting soon. PS: Don't try to seek me onboard. You will not find me. I only want you to know that I am watching over you." My heart is filled with passion and love, but for whom? I don't care. All I know is that it is for someone who goes to all this trouble for me; he must be very special and deserves my love.
I hear an announcement that we will be landing soon. The stewardess brings me a last note. It reads: "My dearest, I am happy to see that you seem to feel better. At the gates, a chauffeur will be waiting for you. He will bring you to a villa. Go in, make yourself comfortable. I will join you later. Love MORPHEUS, your God of Dreams."
As I reach the gates, I cannot believe that I am in Greece. It's paradise! I am so nervous. I look around me and try to seek him. Then I feel a hand on my left shoulder. Turning, I see an elderly man in a chauffeur's uniform. Saying my name, he invites me to follow him. I accept. My heart is beating so fast. Sitting in the car, holding on to my rose, I see, nor hear no one. I am thinking of him. My whole being is shivering to that thought. I can feel my desires mounting in me.
Arriving at the destination, I cannot believe my eyes. Everything is splendid! The villa is surrounded by magnificent trees and flowers. The chauffeur gives me the key, and then says goodbye. Left alone, I enter the house. What a beautiful decor. I am speechless!
It is Roman style, with pillars, little statues of Greek Gods, etc. I close the door behind me. I take a quick tour of the house. When I get to the master's bedroom, I am in shock. It is exactly the bedroom of my dreams. I see a gigantic Baldequin bed, with transparent veils of silk, falling on each side of the bed, touching the marble floor. At the end of the room, there is two French glass doors, that opens on a balcony with a superb view. Can this be? Am I dreaming? No, I am wide awake. I see candles of different links, all spread out all over the room. How could he knew all this? I wonder.
I go back into the living room. There, on a table I see a note. He writes: "My sweet Isabelle, you have finally arrived at destination. You must be tired from all the traveling you did. Nightfall will be here soon. I will be with you tomorrow. Please take these few hours to rest. But before, I would like for you to go and the spa outside, so you can relax. If you are thirsty or hungry, you will find all you need in the kitchen. Make yourself at home. See you soon. MORPHEUS."
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My body is tangling all over, to the sound of his name, and it feels good. Who in his right mind would believe what is happening to me? I go in the kitchen to find something to quench my thirst. My throat is so dry. I need something cool. I look in the refrigerator, and find a bottle of white wine. I pour myself a glass, then decide to go relax in the spa. The bathing suit I am wearing will come to use. I take off my dress and sandals. I leave everything on the side of the spa. I enter it, glass of wine in hand. The water feels so good on my skin, so nice and warm. I tilt my head backwards, to rest it on the edge. I have a nice view of the night sky. I can see stars twinkling by the millions, and the moon is so bright. I close my eyes and breathe the air. I go deep into my thoughts.
As I am about to lift my head to have a sip of my wine, I feel two hands covering my eyes gently before I can even open them. I should be scared, but I am not. I am just startled. It is him, I know it. I can feel it deep inside of me. I feel my entire body being electrified, by an energy so powerful, that comes from his touch. I smell his cologne. It is so virile. I feel his breath, caressing my neck, making my body shiver all over. Surely, he must see the effects he has on me.
He whispers to me not to open my eyes, nor move. I can feel a light cloth being wrapped around my head to cover my eyes completely. I let him do so. I obey. I can feel him sliding his body into the water behind me. He embraces me in his arms. I can feel his heartbeat on my shoulder. He tightens his hold on me. Then he says, in a soft low voice: "My angel, my Isabelle, finally I have you all to myself. Don't fear me. We are all alone. There is just you and me on this earth. You are free to live your sensuality as you please." Am I dying here? I feel a big lump in my throat. I can hardly breathe. My entire body is burning up with desires.
His hands are exploring my every curves. Then they go on to gently caress my breast. My nipples are getting harder. I feel pleasure all over. I press myself against him. I can feel his manhood erect against my back. He kisses my neck, then bites it gently. I tilt my head on the side, resting it on his shoulder, so he can do it freely. I let out a faint moan. He tells me to surrender myself to him. I obey. I lift my arms up to put them around his neck. He then cups my breast. I caress his soft hair, pressing my body even harder against him. I feel his hands making its way to my inner thighs. His fingers are going underneath my bathing suit, to try to find my secret garden. Once there, he caresses it gently. I moan a bit louder. I can feel my juices boiling in me. Then he removes his hands.
I take this moment to turn around and face him. He has nothing to fear 'cause I can't see a thing. I caress his body all over. I bring my hands to his face. I try to see him with my fingers. I can hear his breathing accelerate. He takes my face in his hands and gently presses his lips on mine. Our tongues find each other. They dance in perfect harmony. I can feel his energy entering me. He kisses me passionately.
Then I feel his hands on my shoulders. Gently he removes my bathing suit. Here I am, completely naked in front of this stranger. I feel no shame, only passion. His manhood is so hard. I feel it moving against me, to my every touch. As I want to go further and explore this organ, he stops my hands. He says to me: "Isabelle, you are so beautiful underneath the moonlight. If I were to listen to myself, I would of taken you a long time ago. But I want to wait. I want our first time together to be perfect. I want to be able to look you in the eyes, when we do so. And most important of all, I want you to desire me as much as I desire you."
My heart is beating so fast. My body is trembling. Is he really going to leave me like this? He does. He gets out of the spa, then reaches for my hand to help me out. He covers my body with a warm towel. He kisses my forehead, then lifts me up in his arms. I hold on to him by placing my arms around his neck. I am a bit disappointed, but at the same time I feel so secure.
Once inside, he brings me into the master's bedroom and lays me softly on the bed. He gives me a last passionate kiss. I don't want him to leave me. My soul is begging for him. I hold on to him tightly. He takes my arms and places them on each side of my body. He says to me softly: "My angel, you will hear from me tomorrow. For now I have to go, 'cause if I don't, I will never be able to. I want to continue the Hunt. When you hear the door close, you can remove the bandanna. I wish you sweet dreams. I love you Isabelle."
I hear the door close, and then a car leaving the grounds. I remove the bandanna. I feel empty inside. I wish so much for him to return. My desire for him is growing rapidly. I still have no clue of who he is, except that he talks to me as if he's known me for a long while.
Lying in bed, relaxed, I wrap myself in the sheets. I try to make an image of what my fingers felt touching him. I fall asleep doing so.
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