She told him she wanted to get coffee and catch up.

They met at her apartment. They chitchatted for a while.

Then she brought up what she really wanted to talk about. Fergie had a dream about Marlowe. Fergie blushed once she started describing it.

In her dream, Fergie worked at an antique jewelry store.

Fergie explained that in the dream, Marlowe came in, with an old piece of jewelry. A jeweled necklace.

In the dream, Fergie loved it right away. It made her think of some of the stuff she saw in the ancient section of an art museum.

She wanted to try it on, but Marlowe stopped her. He put his hand over her hand, with her hand touching the necklace. The necklace was cold enough to make her notice his warm hand.

He said she can't wear the necklace because it was magic. It would drive her wild with lust.

Of course she didn't believe him. Marlowe had a ridiculous sense of humor and this had to be a stupid joke.

But at the same time Fergie thought about how absurd Marlowe was being, she really wanted to try on this necklace. She stared at in the box.

She said the necklace was amazing. Then she looked at Marlow and said, "you know I'll look gorgeous wearing it."

Then their eyes met and she saw in his eyes how he thought the same thing.

Fergie distacted Marlowe by pointing outside the window and saying "Hey, look at that!" and when he looked away, she picked up the necklace.

Marlowe warned her again, "Don't do it Fergie!" but she had turned sideways to admire herself in the old mirror as she put it around her throat.

"It's really heavy!" she said, "but not in a bad way."

And then Fergie felt the skin on her neck get tingly, and then the tingling spread across her whole body. Fergie blinked and then all the colors in the room were more vivid now. Everything looked amazing. This was gorgeous incredibly cool spot.

Marlowe said, "how do you feel?"

Fergie looked at her reflection in the mirror. She was absolutely gorgeous. She grinned at herself. This necklace made her look and feel like a goddess.

She said, "this looks so good on me" and naturally she started unbuttoning her top, just because the necklace needed more skin nearby.

Marlowe said, "Hey, see, its getting to you! You should take it off!"

Fergie laughed and realized maybe she shouldn't take off her shirt entirely.

Maybe Marlowe had a point. A few open buttons would be better.

While she unbuttoned, she watched herself in the mirror. She imagined herself in a bed, naked, except with the necklace. That was the best wat to show it off, really.

She turned back and looked at him, and when she did, she noticed two things:

first off, just like how every little ornament or painting in the room that she could see just looked really good, all of a sudden, Marlowe standing there looked like coiled-up sex, ready to spring.

He looked good enough to eat.

And second, when he realized she was looking at him, he looked back at her, and she could just tell he had wanted her for a long time.

She understood that he was crazy about her. And had been for all the years they'd known each other.

She walked from behind the counter, grabbed his hand, and walked him to another part of the store, where there a much bigger mirror on a wooden stand. She felt his hand, and then she pulled him behind her, and put his hand on her hip, and looked at him through the mirror's reflection.

"Doesn't this make me look like some kind of queen?"

She felt his fingers on her forearms, then slide up her arms, and she leaned back into him, and the she saw his face in the reflection, and she watched his eyes go all over her.

Marlowe responded, "Wow... " then suddenly changed his tone. "You didn't believe me when I warned you! You should take it off now while you still can!"

To shut him up, Fergie rubbed her against him, and she felt him grip her upper arms tight. She also felt a hard lump in his pants. She looked at his face and smiled.

Then she felt really, really turned on, all of a sudden. She was so wet she felt it drip down the inside of her leg.

If she didn't take care of it she was going to suffer. She rubbed into him again and she smiled at him in the mirror when she felt him push back into her.

One hand let go of her arm, went up to her neck, brushed her long dark hair out of the way, and exposed her neck, and Marlowe leaned forward to nibble it.

She felt his breath and it told her he was as excited as she was. Fergie exhaled and reached back to grab his thigh and pull him into her.

Then Marlowe paused. He let go of her hair, and her arm, and took a half step back. He said, "I don't feel good about taking advantage of you!"

Fergie turned to face him, walked closer, grabbed his hand, held it to her face, and started kissing and nibbling his palm.

with her other hand she felt for his cock in his pants.

Marlowe looked up, and tried to steady his breathing.

Fergie nibbled the pads of his fingers, while watching his face. She could tell he was making a good effort, but there was no way he could hold out long.

Fergie said in an overly sweet voice, "Think about it like this... if you fuck me, I'll be miserable." and she looked up at him and pouted.

She saw him waver. She felt him start to stroke her hair again. She continued, in the same whispering voice, "Marlowe, I want you. Don't make me beg you to fuck me. Unless you want me to..."

Marlowe held a handful of her hair and pulled just a little at first, and then a little more, until Fergie tilted her head back again. And she felt him kiss her in a rush... like a wave crashing over her.

She had him now. She could tell he wanted her and was losing himself in a frenzy.

He stuck his tongue in her mouth and she felt him turn her and walk her back toward a wall.

She felt her ass pressed into the wall, and she felt Marlowe still holding her hair and pulling her head back so he could kiss her.

He ground himself into her too, and she lifted one leg and wrapped it around his calf.

Marlowe's tongue was everywhere inside her mouth. Then he stopped, and

i tell you how i warned you first but now i'm make you mine. I tell you, "you belong to me now, don't you." you say yes, and i tell you to say it... tell me you're mine. wjen you say "I belong to you now!" thars when you cum.

then you cum... and then I got two ideas. the spell wears off, you feel really good, and you. say how sweet it was that i tried to resist you, but you were so horny you were planning to fuck me no matter what it takes

the other end is... after you start cumming, you turn into some kind of sex demon. slowly at first you kneel. in front of me and. suck me off and tell me to make you gag. then you want me to fuck you doggy and finger your asshole. and at the end, you're using a sash around my throat while you ride me and saying outlandish stuff like give me your soul. and when I cum its so intense and i disappear

attire would be whatever your character. would be wearing.... like what.ever you would wear if you worked at an antique store

In fact, when we're fucking for real, you tell me how this is like the dream, and it feels amazing

after you tell me the story, maybe you say how it's a real problem because you can't stop thinking about it

so now, you really do want me.

and now, this is the part where we actually go at it

like first, you just describe the crazy magic love ring dream, and then say how it keeps happening, even during the day you remember scenes, and you want some relief

and then.... then now is when we go in your bedroom and boom boom, and you cum together while you're riding me. and after, you make sure i still have a soul haha