I pulled away and asked her, "Where are we?"

She looked into my eyes then looked away. She raised a glowing hand, then the light left her hand and floated to the ceiling before splitting into several pieces, each of them just as bright as the first, and they spread apart, lighting the entire room.

"Wow!" I said. "That was beautiful. Will you teach me to do that?"

She nodded.

I looked around. We were in a round, stone room. I'd never seen the walls before. The ceiling above us rose to a peak at the center, suggested the roof of a building. The floor and walls were stone. There was no window or door. It was a big, round, empty room.

I roamed the exterior of the room, running my hand along the wall.

I turned back to her. "There are no doors or windows." I watched as she walked to a section of wall. She gestured, and a narrow opening appeared in the rock. She looked out and then gestured to me.

We were high in the air, several stories high at least. I looked out over a beautiful, multi-colored forest. But there was a cold draft coming in the window. I wrapped my arms around myself and stepped away.

"It's beautiful," I said. "But cold."

She nodded then ran her hand in front of the opening, and it disappeared. The draft disappeared immediately. She stepped up to me and ran her hand over my arm, which now was full of goose bumps.

"You've been keeping it warm so I don't get cold."

She nodded. She held up one finger for a moment, then disappeared.

"Hey!" I said. "Come back!"

She was gone for a minute. When she returned, she was holding a thick blanket. She wrapped it around me, snuggling me in tightly, then went back to where she'd made the window and opened the rock again.

"Thank you," I told her. We looked out the window together, my head on her shoulder.

"It's beautiful," I said again.

It was early morning, and we appeared to be facing south. I couldn't see the sun, but the light had that early morning look to it. The trees were huge. I saw a brightly colored bird fly past.

I turned to Dream Petra. "Where are we?"

She kissed me quickly then said, "Welcome to Siriena."

I woke.

FallingMonday night Dream Petra was dressed in rough leather clothing. She looked a lot like Kate Beckinsale from Van Helsing. On a rack in the corner of the room was a similar outfit in my size. As soon as I opened my eyes, she kissed me very quickly, pulled me to my feet, and pointed it out to me. She pulled me over and started to help me get dressed. There were even shoes.

None of it fit quite right. She tugged a few things around, then her hands glowed, and the clothing adjusted more to my size.

"I guess in dream land, you can do anything."

She frowned and shook her finger at me.

"Oh, right," I said. "Siriena."

She smiled and clapped her hands.

"Why don't you ever talk to me?" I asked her.

In response, she kissed me again, then she took my arm and pulled me to the wall. She gestured, and an open doorway appeared. She pulled me through. We were in a curved corridor at the top of a set of stairs leading. We turned around and she gestured. The opening disappeared.

"If I wake up while we're out here," I asked. "Will I be okay?"

She nodded before taking my arm and pulling me down the stairs. We descended until we came to the bottom. In front of us was a stone wall. She gestured again, and an opening appeared for us to step through to the outside. It was chilly but not cold. We stepped through and she turned and closed the doorway.

We were standing in the courtyard of a large castle. There were four other towers as well as a large building connecting two of the other towers. We stepped away from the tower, and Petra turned around. She touched me, then pointed to the tower we'd just left. Then she held her hand to her own chest before pointing to another tower.

"My tower?" I asked. "And yours?"

She nodded. Then she took my hand and pulled me towards her tower. She gestured as we drew near. An opening appeared. We stepped through. I looked over my shoulder as the opening disappeared. She pulled me up the stairs to the top of the tower.

There was a room at the top. It was identical to mine, but furnished. We stepped in. Dream Petra did the thing she did with her glowing hands, and the room was lit.

The room looked remarkably like Real Petra's bedroom. I smiled. I roamed around the room for a moment then turned back to her. She was standing next to the bed and made a "come here" gesture.

I walked towards her as if I were stalking her. She giggled. As I got closer, she gestured, and all my clothes disappeared! I looked down and laughed. "That's a good trick," I said.

She pulled me to her and kissed me deeply, her hands grasping my ass and squeezing. I pressed myself into her, my head tilted back to accept her kiss, my own arms wrapped around her.

She turned me around and pushed me backwards onto the soft bed. I giggled as I fell backwards. She reached down, grabbed my feet, and finished flipping me onto the bed. She followed me onto the bed, crawling over me and looking down at me as I arranged myself comfortably.

"Mine," she said, then began her humming and singing again.

"Yes, Petra. Yours."

She kissed me desperately, her tongue probing deep inside my mouth. As she kissed me, she climbed on top of me until she was straddling me.

I reached for her with my hands, but she pulled away from me and caught my hands. She pressed them to the bed over my head. She held them there while she kissed me again, but I pulled them out of her hands and reached for her again.

She caught my hands and pushed them back to the bed over my head. As soon as she let go of me, I reached for her again.

She growled at me. Then I watched her hands begin to glow. She pressed them into my shoulders and my arms suddenly turned into spaghetti and fell to the bed. She ran her hands down my body, and my entire body went limp. I couldn't move a single muscle above my neck.

She took my now limp arms and positioned them with my hands lying on the bed above my head. She sat up and crossed her arms over her chest and looked at me.

"That is so not fair," I told her. "You're cheating."

I struggled to move, but she'd left me with nothing below my neck. She stared at me, still humming and speaking her words, but waiting for me to decide what I was going to do.

"Please, Petra. I want to touch you."

She shook her head.

I tried offering her puppy dog eyes, but that didn't get me anywhere.

"Please, Petra. I don't like this."

She simply folded her arms tighter.

We were running out of time, and I didn't want to wake up with things like this. "Petra, I'll be good. I'll behave."

She looked at me suspiciously.

"I promise. I'll behave."

She smiled then ran her hands over me again and I could move. I flexed my arms, adjusting them very slightly, then pointedly pressed them into the bed where she had left them.

She bent down and kissed me, her long black hair teasing my face. As always, she tasted amazing, and I wanted her so badly. I wanted to hold her. My arms flinched in desire and she immediately pulled away, glaring at my hands. But they were still where she had left them.

She bent down and kissed me again, her tongue slipping into my mouth. I moaned and squirmed.

She broke the kiss and pointed to my hands with one finger.

"I promised," I told her.

She nodded before lowering her lips to my neck. It tickled. I squirmed under her. She looked up and me and grinned.

She placed a line of kissed down neck and shoulder before pulling my nipple into her mouth. It immediately engorged under the attention of her clever lips, teeth and tongue. She moved to the other for a moment.

She popped up to give me a quick kiss, glared at my hands for just a moment, then began kissing her way down to my belly button, sliding down my body as she did so. Her tongue invaded my belly button for a moment, then she began licking and kissing her way to my pelvis. It tickled.

Then she slid between my legs, and I parted for her, drawing my knees up. Her lips started teasing my labia until I opened to her. Then she found my clitoris and I almost went through the ceiling with desire.

My entire brain shut down with the sensations she was giving me, her lips and her tongue teasing me deliciously. Her tongue parted me and slipped inside, offering more teases.

I grew increasingly frantic at what she was doing to me, growing closer and closer to an orgasm. She stopped what she was doing, lifted herself up to look at me, and said, "Mine!"

"Yours!" I screamed as soon as her lips found my clitoris again. "Yours! Petra!"

She teased and teased, and I rode a wave of emotion until I crested over.

I was still screaming her name when I woke up.

It was a quiet ride to work that morning. "Something wrong?" Petra asked me.

"No," I said. "Still thinking about a dream I had this morning."

"Good dream?" she asked.

"Oh yeah," I said. "The best." I blushed.

"Oh, one of those dreams. I take it he was good, your dream lover?"

"Yes, she was. I scared the cats when I woke screaming her name."

She laughed. "Yes, I imagine that would scare the cats." She paused. "The information I had on you indicated a preference for men."

"Apparently I am somewhat more open-minded than even I realized." I was still blushing. "Ms. Human Resources Boss Lady," I said. "Is this a conversation I should be having with my sort-of-boss at work?"

She smiled. "Probably not, but until we get to work, we're just two friends car pooling. Aren't we?"

Monday night I went digging through the book and the magazines Petra had given me, deciding what I wanted to cook for the women who was literally the woman of my dreams. Yes, I was feeling particularly corny. Being well satiated does that to me.

I decided I wanted a proper meal, complete with candles. Once I had my menu I made a list and went to the grocery store. I bought new candles and nummy chocolates for dessert.

Dream Petra was smiling, humming and speaking her magic words when I opened my eyes. I smiled back and climbed to my feed. We kissed, and she tasted divine.

There was a blanket on the floor. She picked it up and wrapped it around my shoulders then led me out of the tower, doors appear and disappearing as necessary. She took me to her tower then stole the blanket from me. She led me to the bed then pulled me into a voracious kiss. I went weak in the knees, and she pushed me onto the bed.

She showed me her hands. They were glowing. Then she touched my breasts, and an amazing jolt, almost like electricity, flowed into me. It was exquisite. I arched my back.

Then she stopped touching me. I opened my eyes and looked at her. She pointed to me, then held her hand to her chest.

"Yes, Petra, I am yours."

She touched my breasts again, and I couldn't think.

I caught my breath. "Yours," I said.

She moved her hand between my legs and I screamed her name as I had an instant orgasm.

When I could think again, I opened my eyes and looked at her. She was sitting on the edge of the bed, watching me. "I don't know if I can take that again. But I am yours."

She smiled and pulled me into her arms. I clutched at her. I kissed the side of her neck and whispered, "Yours."

I woke up.

Dinner that night turned out just the way I wanted it. I would have liked a "thank you" kiss, but I managed to avoid throwing myself at her.

Tuesday night, Dream Petra had a new game for us. As soon as my eyes opened she moved away from me. I stood up and moved to kiss her, but she held her hand out in a "stop" gesture and pointed to a rack with the clothes I'd worn two nights ago. She was already dressed in her own Kate Beckinsale outfit.

I got dressed quickly.

She stepped up to me once I was dressed and said, "If you want me, catch me."