In My Dreams

by Lynn Davis

  Lynn Davis

  In My Dreams

  Davis Vale Publishing

  United States of America

  ISBN-10:0989344630

  ISBN-13: 978-0-989344630

  Cover By: Lydia Chai Yee Xuan

  Edited By: Mike Piero

  © 2013 by Davis Vale Publishers.

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  Table of Contents

  Table of Contents

  Prologue

  Chapter One

  Chapter Two

  Chapter Three

  Chapter Four

  Chapter Five

  Chapter Six

  Chapter Seven

  Chapter Eight

  Chapter Nine

  Chapter Ten

  Chapter Eleven

  Chapter Twelve

  Chapter Thirteen

  Chapter Fourteen

  About the Author

  Also by Lynn Davis

  Prologue

  Destiny wanted something exciting in her life. She was tired of the run of the mill. Her life just seemed to be very ordinary and uneventful. Having just broken up with the love of her life, Gary, she was ready to explore a new journey.

  He had liked to keep things neat and orderly. She wanted to do something wild and out of character. They would wake up and shower together, with no hanky panky. Then they ate breakfast normally, splitting a grapefruit, toast with no butter, and coffee. He would read the paper while she synchronized their calendars. Off to work they would go, talking mid-morning via email or a short phone call. Lunch was on their own unless it was an anniversary or birthday. Once they returned home, it would be dinner and small talk about their day. They would watch TV, and each had their night to control the remote then about 9:30 it was lights out. There might be some lovemaking, but shortly before they broke up, she had begun to pleasure herself in the bathroom before joining him in bed.

  To some, she should be grateful for her life. Gary never stepped out of line. He never hit her, made her cry or had an affair. Her friends told her often how she had a good man. Destiny never doubted that Gary was a good man. She just wondered if she was living the best life she could. She had desires. She had dreams. No matter how she tried to quiet them, they were there, and in the middle of the night, they called to her.

  When Destiny finally told Gary that she needed and wanted more, it was no surprise to him. He packed his bags and left her apartment and her life without even glancing backwards once. Now it had been six months, and she was ready for some flavor.

  She joined Facebook, Twitter and LinkedIn because everyone at the office seemed to be on one or the other, if not all. She thought it might be an interesting way to be reintroduced to the dating scene. She even joined a few dating sites but didn’t check them regularly enough really to see the benefit. She was itching to be back in the saddle and learn a few new tricks along the way.

  Her body ached to be touched, and Destiny was not going to suppress her sexuality any longer. She was a caterpillar that spun her cocoon, only later to transform into a beautiful butterfly, and now she wanted to spread her wings and fly. She wanted to see what her dreams would feel like in reality. She had to experience them all, one dream at a time, no regrets.

  Chapter One

  After another six months of a party here and there, and her new date night, which mainly consisted of Destiny treating herself to a movie and sometimes dinner, she was stir crazy. She was ready to experience more.

  She came across a posting on Facebook about entering a contest to write an essay regarding “A Weekend with Your Favorite Celebrity.” It was simple. The instructions were to write what you thought the weekend would consist of, and the best essay would get to make that fantasy come true. Destiny thought, what the hell. She opened up a Word document and began to type. Three hours and forty-five minutes later, she had a hot and steamy essay for an evening with her celebrity crush, James Michaels, frontman of Master of the World.

  She sent the email with her document attached to the contest email address and inhaled deeply. Well, now I can say I did something sporadic and didn’t let my logic talk me out of it, she mused. Destiny felt she had no chance in hell of winning, however, whoever read the essay would have to take a cold shower, just as she was about to do herself.

  As she showered, she thought about her essay, filled with erotic thoughts, although she hadn’t experienced many of the things she wrote about in her life, much to her disappointment; she wanted to, hell, she needed to. She wouldn’t call herself a desperate woman. It was more that she felt sexually unfulfilled. She had men who would call to ask her out and others would approach her, but she was looking for a connection, not a transient hookup. She wanted that “he’s the one” feeling and so far, she had only had it with Gary. Obviously, her meter was a little off. However, she was not ready to give up hope.

  Her thoughts continued on how it would feel to have James’s lips on hers and to feel his hands traveling over her body, touching her in her deep places. She let out a moan as her fingers began to morph into his. She could feel his masculine touch as she tweaked a nipple. She felt her body temperature rising. She tilted her head to one side as the water cascaded down on her exposed neck and she imagined it being his lips planting soft lingering kisses on her.

  She sighed as she continued to explore her body. She was caught up in the moment, the hot water massaging her body as her mind sailed away. Her hands traveled lower to her stomach, her hips and finally she was at her mound, her fingers eagerly spreading her outer lips to reveal her sweet spot. She allowed her fingers to graze against her clit. She shuttered, and then like a well-oiled machine her fingers went to work.

  She propped her left
leg on the side of the tub to give her better access, slid a finger into her slickness and found her rhythm as she slid another finger in. Her thumb pressed against her clit rubbing ever so often to add to the pleasure. She was on the verge of her climax as she kept pushing herself, filling with heat starting deep within her belly and spreading down to her sex. She closed her eyes and let the ecstasy carry her to that place of no return.

  She was so close to her pleasure; just a moment more and she would be soaring in satisfaction. Just as she was about to take the plunge over the cliff, her phone rang.

  “DAMN IT!” she yelled, as her eyes shot open.

  Chapter Two

  Two weeks later, she received an email.

  Hi Destiny,

  You have been selected as one of the top twenty in “A Weekend with Your Favorite Celebrity.” We are working diligently to make sure that we select the final four participants by Valentine’s Day weekend. Should you be one of the four, you will hear from us. If not selected, there will be no further communication. Good luck to you and best wishes.

  Dana Harper

  Marketing Director

  Bauer Media Group

  Destiny squealed with excitement. She crossed her fingers and whispered a prayer. She hadn’t thought she had a shot, and getting this far was amazing. She really just entered the contest to try out her creative writing skills. Since she was taking a class in creative writing, she had started thinking about writing fiction as a hobby.

  This would have been considered her first published work, since one of the prizes was to have her essay published in InTouch Weekly, which was one of the sponsors for the contest. Well, it would be nice to meet James, of course, but what she really wanted was to see her thoughts, fantasies, and words in print.

  Chapter Three

  Destiny’s phone rang. She cursed. She was right in the middle of designing new business cards for her new client. She hated interruptions when she was in the middle of creating history, as she called it. She looked at the caller ID on her cell. It said Bauer Publish, and it was a Los Angeles area code. Her eyes widened. She thought that it couldn’t be. Could it?

  “Hello?” she answered breathlessly.

  “Hello, may I speak with Destiny Long?”

  “Umm speaking, this is Destiny.”

  “Hi Destiny, My name is Dana Harper. I am the marketing Director for Bauer Media Group. You entered our contest a few months ago…”

  “Yes?” she interrupted curiously.

  “Well I am pleased to inform you that you are one of the top four finalists. We are having a celebration ceremony in two weeks to announce all the finalists and from there we will announce the Winner. All finalists will be presented with certificates.”

  “I am?” she said almost yelling with excitement.

  “Yes Ma’am,” she responded with a little chuckle.

  “WOW, this is crazy. I never thought I would actually be selected,” she said, more to herself than to the person on the phone.

  “Well girlie, you were not just selected. You have become one of the final four!”

  “Oh. My. God! This is not some joke is it?”

  “Absolutely not you should receive an email with further instructions and a number you can call with any questions. Congratulations, Destiny!”

  “Th-thanks!” she squealed.

  “No, thank you for writing that masterful piece; I can tell you we all want to meet you.”

  “Oh my, thanks again.”

  “We’ll see you in a few weeks, congrats again. Talk to you soon. Remember to check your email.”

  “Sure, thanks again, I guess. Bye.”

  “Bye.”

  Destiny hung up the phone and sat on the floor. She couldn’t remember how long she sat there until her phone alerted her that she had a text message. She looked at her text message and replied, getting back to work. She smiled and then screamed, realizing what had just happened. Now she just had to see if she was the grand prizewinner. For the first time in three months, Destiny wanted to be the winner and not just a runner up. She wanted to meet James fucking Michaels. She began to fantasize about what she would wear, how she would act, and what it would be like to have all eyes on her because of whom she was snugged up to. She closed her eyes and felt her stomach flip and her loins stir.

  An hour later, she was still fantasizing about winning, and her graphic design project was still unfinished.

  Chapter Four

  Destiny was excited about the ceremony where the final four finalists would be revealed and grand prizewinner announced. She had loved having a hairstylist/makeup artist at her disposal as well as a wardrobe assistant. She went to her favorite nail shop to get a pedicure and her eyebrows and upper lip waxed. She even got a full set of acrylic nails and a massage to help her relax.

  The entourage would be at her hotel room at 2 p.m., so she decided to take a nap before all the festivities started. She did not want to miss anything or start to feel tired. She walked into the bedroom of her small suite and looked at the purple chiffon dress she had purchased for the event and the shoes that Maria, the wardrobe assistant had helped her pick out from DWS . She smiled when she thought about the way the fabric laid over her body and how soft it had felt. She hoped that the hairstylist would decide to put her hair up off her neck and shoulders to show off the stunning necklace and earrings she had found at a boutique on Sutter Street in San Francisco.

  Destiny awoke to a knock on her door. She looked at the clock on the nightstand; it was 1:30 in the afternoon. She rubbed the sleep out of her eyes and rolled out of bed. Opening the door, a FedEx package leaned against her door. Startled, she picked up the package and read the label.

  To: Destiny Long

  From: InTouch Weekly Magazine

  She opened the package and pulled out a letter and a thick contract. She eyed the contract and read the letter.

  Dear Miss Long,

  It is our pleasure to congratulate you on becoming one of our final four finalists. As you know tonight, we will announce the Grand Prize winner and that person will be required to do additional interviews, public appearances and their essay will be printed in our magazine. With that said, we have enclosed the final contract for your review; however, do not sign the contract. Only the winner of the contest will be required to sign.

  We are excited about the attention this contest has garnered and especially grateful that you have been so accommodating by allowing us access to your life.

  If you have any questions, you can contact Dana Harper. Otherwise, we will see you this evening at the gala. We wish you all the best of luck.

  Sincerely

  John Marshall

  CEO, Bauer Media Group

  Destiny read the letter once again. She couldn’t believe it. It was really happening. Somehow, this letter made it more real than just the emails and phone calls she had received. She placed the contract and letter back in the FedEx packaging and set it on her desk.

  She walked into her kitchen and made her a cup of tea. She had a few more minutes before everyone arrived so she could enjoy the calm before the storm. Sitting on her couch thumbing through the latest InTouch Weekly, she looked at the small article about the contest and how the top four finalists would be revealed at a gala that will be envied by the award shows. She smiled. She had always wanted to walk on the red carpet and here was her opportunity.

  The hair/makeup and wardrobe people showed up a few minutes later. She was taken back with the entourage that walked through her door. She had to have about twenty people in her hotel suite, each person with his or her own job. She breathed heavily and closed her door.

  ***

  “I normally wear light makeup, which is if I wear it at all. However, I am hoping for a daring smoky eye.” Destiny said as Emmitt the hairstylist/makeup artist looked at her face turning it this way and that.

  “You have flawless skin; you take very good care of your skin which is a plus. We will not need a lot of makeup on
you. As far as the daring smoky eye, any eye makeup on you would be a supplement; your eyes are captivating all by themselves” he replied, “but we will make them pop tonight. I do want to add lashes and I’m going to apply a very light coat of foundation, blush and just a hint of lipstick; we’ll add a lip gloss to make it juicy. What do you think?”

  “Blush always makes me look and feel like a clown,” Destiny replied.

  “You won’t, dear trust me. I’m not a sought after makeup artist for the stars because I make people look bad,” he assured her with a friendly smile.

  “Thanks, what about my hair?” Destiny asked.

  “I’ll let Dorothy explain it. But I believe that she has the perfect style for you. I brought her along because elegant and simple is her middle name. It’s our desire to make you look like a princess going to the ball.”

  Dorothy stepped forward and said, “Take a look at this,” holding a picture from a fashion magazine so she could review it. “Do you like it? I am thinking a few tendril curls hanging will make it a bit more tantalizing. I want every man in the place to wish you were there with them. Believe me, they, especially James, will remember you.”

  Destiny smiled and nodded her head. “WOW! I love it. It all sounds great. Where do we start?”

  Destiny sat quietly as her makeup was being applied. True to his word, Emmitt transformed her face with very little makeup and she had to admit, she was stunning to look at. She could tell that she had makeup on, but it was subtle and as he said: he had enhanced her eyes, even the lashes were not overbearing.

  An hour later, they were ready to put on her dress. Maria helped Destiny slip the dress on without smudging her makeup or disturbing her hair. Spritzing Beyoncé’s Midnight Heaton her neck, she looked at her reflection in the mirror, taking note of how the dress looked on her.