Saturday Story 2025 #28 (Dream Journal)

Something new on my Patreon. Synopsis below:

Karen makes Emily’s fantasies come true after reading her journal. This is an expansion of an old flash fiction piece.

https://www.patreon.com/posts/134507394

This is an expansion of an old flash fiction piece. The original concept was included in Volume 9 of my Flash Fiction series, Yes! and Other Stories. It’s only 330 words long, while this one is over 3000. The premise is the same, and I salvaged some lines of text from that version, but everything else is meatier and more intense as it should be. Please enjoy.

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An excerpt is available below:

Emily’s fingers curled into fists, nails pinching her palm, as the pink and purple spiral flashed on her laptop screen. It was too much, too bright, too fast, and yet her eyes refused to look away. The room was cold and stale, but beside her, Karen radiated warmth and unrelenting sexual tension.
She leaned in close, so close that Emily smelled the cinnamon gum on Karen’s breath as the ghost of her lips hovered at the edge of her cheek. The world had shrunk to just the two of them and the inexorable, pulsing spiral that drilled into her brain.
Karen grinned. Her voice curled around Emily’s ear, as dangerous as it was delicious. Each word was a promise of something forbidden, and promises are meant to be kept.
“Didn’t I tell you it would be easy for you to go into a trance for me?” Karen crooned, her hands resting on Emily’s rigid shoulders, thumbs pressing into her muscles. “Don’t resist it, Em. You want to be powerful, but it’s even better to be helpless, isn’t it?”
The spiral sped up. The colors deepened, the screen flickered almost imperceptibly, and suddenly it was the only thing that existed. The rest of the room, Karen, even the grip she had on Emily’s flesh, faded into a haze at the periphery. “Yes… so easy to slip away… hearing only my words, thinking only my thoughts,” Karen’s voice hummed, now inside the spiral, as if she’d crawled into Emily’s skull and was whispering from its hollow center.

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