It was Friday afternoon, I'd left my office, glad that I'd finally made it to the weekend. It had been rainy all week, but at this moment the sun smiled down on me. I didn't wanna go home straight away, so I took a walk through the Village, this bizarre part of this incredible city called New York. The Village had always been the place for people who wouldn't fit anywhere else.

I got off the bus and just walked along the streets, savoring the atmosphere. I passed by a few obscure shops, offering all kinds of mythical stuff. I stopped to look at the window of one of these shops. There wee lucky charms, statues of all kinds of gods and goddesses and lots of things I had no idea what they might be for. I heard a voice from the inside. "Why don't you come in, Miss? I'm sure I've got exactly what you're looking for!"

Curious me, I walked inside. I saw a beautiful black woman, in her thirties probably, smiling at me. "What do you mean? I'm not looking for anything special ..." I reply. She starts laughing. "Everybody is looking for something special. Once you are aware of that, you can start searching for it!" There was something mysterious about her. She seemed to know more about me than the average stranger. "I will help you!" she said, closing her eyes, concentrating. "I can sense your need. You want to be with someone, but you can't." I was stunned. "You're too far away, geographically." She opened her eyes again, looking at me, judging my reaction. "I'm right. I can see it in your face!" She paused for a moment. "And as I said before, I've got exactly what you need!"

She turned around and searched the shelves behind her. There were a lot of small bottles, containing potions. She finally found the right one. "Light a candle, take three drops of this, concentrate on the person you wish to be with, and you'll be amazed at what's going to happen!" she said with a warm smile.

I still couldn't believe what was happening, but I nodded. I'd been complaining that my life was too boring, maybe this was exactly that little adventure I'd been looking for. "Don't be afraid when it starts working its magic, it lasts for about an hour, then you'll drift to sleep. The first time may seem strange, but you'll grow accustomed to it soon, and I'm sure you'll come back to get more of it soon. I don't have too many customers, but those who've been here once return again and again!"

I stood there dumbfounded, taking the small bottle she offered me. "How much is it?" I managed to get my senses back together again. "I'll give it to you for a special price, as you're a first-time customer. Let's say, $10?" I nodded, gave her the money, put the bottle in my bag and headed for the door. "Oh, there's one thing I almost forgot to tell you." I thought, "Great, now that she's got the money!" - "You can also reach the person in his or her dreams! You gotta be aware of that!"

I didn't know what to make of that, I just said "OK, thanx!" and left the shop. Outside I realized how dark it had been inside the shop, as the sunlight hurt my eyes. I couldn't wait to get home to try what I'd just bought.

Now here I am, alone in my apartment. It's 4 p.m. here, that mean in France it's 10 already. I decide to go online, to see if you're working on your computer. You won't be sleeping, now, so there's still a lot of time to kill until I can try the potion.

You are online, we spend the next two hours talking. As usual, it's a pleasure. You message me that you'd love to continue talking to me, but you're too tired, you need to go to bed. I smile, I answer it's okay, we'll surely meet again, maybe sooner than you'd think.

I go offline, close the window blinds and the curtains, I light a candle and turn off all other lights. I imagine you must be taking a shower right at this moment. How much would I love to be with you. I take the potion out of my bag and place it on the nightstand, right next to the candle. I'm lying on my bed, fantasizing what you might be doing at this very moment.

A few minutes later I decide to try the potion. It smells funny, but not as disgusting as I'd feared. I let three drops drip on my tongue. It tastes even better than it smells, and it feels funny on my tongue. I close my eyes and continue to fantasize about you.

Suddenly it feels like my bed starts spinning. I feel dizzy, but do not dare to open my eyes. I feel like I'm floating through the air. I open my eyes and see my body still lying on my bed. I leave the room, through the wall, I am flying over this beautiful city, faster and faster, and within seconds I can see lights of towns underneath me again. Before I realize what's happening I'm standing in a stranger's bedroom. I look around, it's dark, but my eyes adjust to it and I can make out a bed on one side of the room. I approach it, very carefully, not to make any sound. My heart is pounding like mad. Could this really be ...?

It is really you. You're not really asleep yet, you're lying there with open eyes, staring into the darkness. I'm just standing there, watching you as you slowly drift to sleep. Within a few minutes you're breathing slows down, and I think I can make my move. I uncover you, admiring you body, only covered by your nightie. I lay down next to you, curling up to your soft body, embracing you with my arms.

You respond by pushing your back against me. I start kissing your shoulders, running my hands up and down your arms. I kiss your neck, up to your earlobes. I start nibbling on them, licking them, biting on them very carefully. You draw in a sharp breath.

I look down you body and see that your nipples are starting to appear through your tight nightie. I let a finger draw circles around your left nipple. I can hear a tender moan escape your lips. I take your nipples between thumb and forefinger, I pinch it a little, twist it, I press down on it as it grows harder by each passing moment.

I move away from you a bit, then I pull you towards my. You're now lying on your back, me to your left side. I start kissing all over your face, my left hand now caressing your right breast. I few knowing touches and your right nipple is as hard as the left one. Your breathing has quickened, you're arching your back, pushing your chest against me.

I am lying half on top of you, my left thigh pressing against your crotch, my left hand still playing with your right nipple, my lips all over your face. I can feel your heat setting my body on fire as well. You're thrusting your hips against my thigh, I press down some more. You starting to squirm underneath me, in a slow but sweet rhythm. My crotch is pressing against your side, I am sure that me wetness must be visible on your nightie by now.

I kiss you passionately on your lips. You slowly open your mouth, our tongues meet for the very first time. You've still got your eyes closed, but I'm no longer sure whether you're asleep or not. My right hand is brushing through your beautiful brown hair, caressing your cheeks while my lips trace their way down your chin, your neck again. You're moaning again as I lick that sweet spot between your neck and you shoulders. "Jane!" you whisper in your moans. I stop immidiately, thinking you woke up, but you haven't. "N'arrête jamais!" I can hear you whisper again, as your hand glides through my blonde hair, pulling me close again.

I can feel your hands on my back, holding me close. Your hips are now rocking steadily against my thigh. You have soaked through your nightie, your juices excite my skin. I realize my own hips are moving with the motion.

I look at your face, and I can see the pleasure you are feeling. It only adds to me excitement. I get the feeling our bodies are melting into one. We're both rocking in the same rhythm, and I can no longer tell what's me and what's you.

You moans slowly turn into high pitched shrieks, as you are approaching your climax. The sound and sight of your obvious pleasure brings me close to the edge as well. I pinch down on your nipple hard while my lips suck on your neck. Your hips are going up sharply, intensifying the pressure on both your crotch - and mine! It's too much for me and my climax starts building only moments after you.

I lose all sense of time as our bodies chill out. You're both exhausted, me still lying half on top of you. You still seem to be asleep. I kiss you tenderly, and curl myself up even tighter against you.

I wake up. It's all dark. It takes a while for to realize I'm in my own bed again, alone. I turn on the light on my nightstand. The candle is burnt down. I look at the clock, it says 3 a.m. I get up, look around, trying to realize what had happened.

"It must have been a dream! I was great, very realistic, but it must have been a dream!" I tell myself. I look at myself, my nightie is a mess. I feel something tickling my arm. I brush over the area and grab one single hair. It's a long brown hair that's gotten caught in the ring my grandma had given to me for my confirmation.