Chapter 7 - Nick
And suddenly I was home, sitting next to the front door. A coldness seeps into my body and I start shaking. How long have I been sitting here? The aftereffects of the dream are obvious. My cock is still throbbing and my heart thumps.
Man, that was so realistic. I’ve never had such a vivid sex dream. Everything felt brighter, more intense, and lifelike than past ones.
But of course, it was just a dream. Looking down the corridor, there isn’t a strange door there leading to the Winter Wonderland.
Maybe I caught something when I was out in the cold and had been awake and just daydreaming. A good night’s sleep would sort everything out, even the ache in my bones from what feels like a long session of intense sexual activity.
I stand up, stretch, and head to the kitchen to get a drink. And as I walk, I notice something falling from my pocket and onto the floor.
Bending down, my fingers rub against the material and I let out a little gasp.
It had all been a dream. The Winter Wonderland, the two hours, Noelle, all of it.
So if that was the case, why did I have a pair of panties in my hands?