Dreaming about Tomorrow

You nestle deeper into Clara's luxurious sheets, the silk cool against your transformed skin. Despite the anxiety swirling through your mind about tomorrow's increasingly daring tasks, exhaustion from your passionate evening together begins to pull you under.

Beside you, Clara's breathing has settled into a steady rhythm, her arm still draped possessively across your waist. The warmth of her body against yours provides an unexpected comfort, anchoring you as your thoughts try to race ahead to tomorrow's challenges.

You focus on her scent—expensive perfume mingled with the lingering traces of sex—and the gentle weight of her arm across your newly curved form. Your plumped lips still tingle from her kisses, your enhanced body still humming with the memory of pleasure she coaxed from it earlier.

"Mmm," Clara murmurs in her sleep, shifting closer, her leg tangling with yours. The contact sends a fresh ripple of desire through you, even as drowsiness pulls at your consciousness.

Your eyelids grow heavy, the anxiety about tomorrow's office visit gradually receding as sleep claims you. Your last conscious thought is gratitude for David's promised help—a lifeline in this strange new reality you're navigating.

The dream begins almost immediately: you're in Clara's office, though it looks nothing like any real corporate space. The walls are glass, the furniture sleek and modern, with an impossibly large desk dominating the center. Clara sits behind it in a crisp white blouse, her hair pulled back in a severe bun that somehow makes her even more alluring.

"Lock the door, Mia," dream-Clara commands, her voice throaty with desire.

You comply, turning the lock with a decisive click that echoes through the dream-space. When you turn back, Clara has risen from her chair, her fingers already working at the buttons of her blouse.

"I've been thinking about your mouth all day," she whispers as you approach the desk.

Your dream-self smiles with newfound confidence, dropping to your knees as Clara perches on the edge of the desk, spreading her legs invitingly. You push her skirt up around her waist, hooking your fingers into lace panties and drawing them down smooth thighs.

"Please," Clara begs, her hand tangling in your copper waves, guiding you forward.

You oblige eagerly, your tongue finding her center with practiced ease that your waking self hasn't yet developed. She tastes of honey and salt, her hips bucking against your mouth as you explore her folds with dedicated attention.

"Yes, just like that," she gasps, her professional composure crumbling as you circle her most sensitive spot.

The dream shifts, kaleidoscopic—now you're in a meeting room with glass walls, Clara bent over the conference table, your fingers buried inside her as she bites her lip to stay quiet. Then you're in an elevator, dropping to your knees as she pretends to check her phone, your head hidden beneath her skirt while she struggles to maintain composure.

Each scenario ends the same way: Clara coming undone, her pleasure at your touch a primal, visceral thing that sends waves of satisfaction through your dream-self. Again and again, you bring her to climax in increasingly daring locations throughout her office, her cries of pleasure growing louder with each dream-scenario.

In the final iteration, you're back in her private office, but this time there's a knock at the door as you're buried between her thighs. Dream-Clara doesn't stop you—instead, she calls out "Just a minute!" while pressing your head more firmly against her center, riding the edge of discovery with reckless abandon...

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05:30 | Monday 4 August 2025 | Clara's Bedroom

Active Tasks:

TEASE: Wear Office Tease outfit to Clara's workplace. Take selfie in lobby. (5 Return Points)

TEMPT: Have lunch with Clara in office cafeteria. Feed her from your plate. (7 Return Points)

TOUCH: Kiss Clara in meeting room until nearly caught. (10 Return Points)

TASTE: Go down on Clara in her office with door unlocked. (15 Return Points)