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The key was cool against her calloused hand. Holly Berry had finally scored an apartment that was affordable enough to rid herself of roommates. Her last one had been… less than satisfactory. The rent for the place was surprisingly low for the area, though she wouldn’t complain. Holly slotted the key into the hole and turned it until it clicked, unlocking the door. She slowly opened it with a loud creak and stepped inside. The inside was decently big, with a small kitchen, a small living room, and her bedroom and bathroom. Holly smiled as she examined the space. She couldn’t have been happier with her choice.
Holly had moved all of her clothes and other trinkets into the apartment. As her celebration, she gifted herself some lovely TV time. Holly leaned back on the couch, a small squeak coming from within. The TV swam with bright colors and noise as she sank further into the cushions. A yawn bubbled up from her throat as she stretched her muscled arms above her. Her eyes got heavier and heavier as she sat, slowly coming to a resting position. Calm washed over her as she fell into slumber. Suddenly, a loud crash rang through the apartment. Holly jumped off the coach and whipped towards the kitchen. A pot lay in the center of the floor, the cabinet door open. She approached it cautiously and tapped it with her foot. Nothing happened. She crouched down and slowly lifted it off the ground. For a second, she swore she saw a twinkle of pink, but it must have just been the sheen of the metal. Holly decided that it was far too late for this nonsense. She had had a long day, and maybe the cabinets in this apartment were a little faulty. So what? She was getting what she paid for. Holly kept repeating this to quell any thought of a more sinister answer.
Holly made her way to her new bedroom. The dark pink sheets lay on the bed, practically calling out for her to lie down and sink into the comforting layers. She quickly undressed and tossed her dirty clothes into the hamper. She slipped into a tank and plaid pajama pants. Holly yawned once more before tossing herself onto the bed. She slipped under the covers with ease. The soft pillow beneath her head willed her to close her eyes and succumb to sleep. Her eyes drooped as darkness overtook her mind.
Soft hands caressed her strong thighs. A saccharine sweet smell overtook her senses. The warmth was almost overbearing. She felt as if she was being sucked into a warm pool of molasses. The hands continued upwards, running over her stomach and reaching her chest. They stopped and began lightly tracing around them. Holly’s breath hitched for a moment before the hands started kneading into her breasts. A thumb brushed over Holly’s nipple, making her breath stop once again. Noticing this, the hands continued to tease her. They rubbed circles into her nipples, occasionally pinching them between fingers. She felt her shirt lift, and a warm tongue began licking at her breast. When it found her nipple, it began sucking and gently licking. Holly let out a heavy breath. The heat around her somehow increased, becoming sweaty and sticky. The newfound heat began to travel downwards, a new throbbing erupting in Holly’s system. A small moan escaped her lips as the heat from below threatened to swallow her whole. The hands seemed to notice this as one began sliding down Holly’s body. The hand's delicate fingers slowly slipped past the waistband of her pants and traveled down her clothed groin. One finger slowly touched her wet underwear, rubbing slow, lazy circles around her clothed clit. Holly’s breathing intensified as the pleasure washed over her. The motion continued as Holly’s hips bucked up, begging for the fingers to continue. The hand slowly rose back up just enough to enter her underwear. Soft fingers slid past the fabric and went down. Holly woke with a jolt. The throbbing of her clit continued, painful from the lack of friction. Holly wiped her brow and inspected the sweat on her hand. She couldn’t remember the last time she had a wet dream. Maybe as a teenager? The dream had felt so real, it was almost scary. What was real, however, was the persistent throbbing, begging for attention. Holly lay back and slowly slid her hand past her waistband and underwear. Her wetness hit her fingers, warm to the touch. Holly began rubbing her clit until the familiar wave of pleasure washed over her. As she finished, she could have sworn she heard a distant giggle coming from the air.
The cool floor felt nice on her feet. Holly swung out of bed and walked to the kitchen. She got water and put it into her kettle to boil. She leaned against the counter and began scrolling on her phone. Nothing notable was happening; it was more of a way to pass the time than anything. The kettle clicked to signal it was done. She reached into a cabinet and grabbed a mug and a tea bag. She poured the boiling water into the cup and placed the bag to steep. She began scrolling on her phone again and then had a thought. Perhaps these dreams had a reason. She quickly opened her search and typed in her question. She scrolled through the results, nothing particularly piquing her interest. At the bottom of a page was a link to a discussion page describing “vivid dream linked to the supernatural”. Huh, that was an option she hadn’t considered. Holly clicked into the page and began reading. The post detailed a vivid sexual encounter in a dream after having previously experienced strange occurrences. At the bottom of the post, in a section entitled “edit,” it also detailed how they had formed an understanding with the entity. Holly found this very interesting. Maybe it was crazy. But she could try to communicate with the spirit. And if there is no spirit, who will know that she ever did something so strange?