"Whaaa..." I wheeze dreamily, my body reacting and waking far slower than my panicked mind. Reaching once more for the curtain I snatch at it, pulling hard as I try to clear my vision only to let out another yelp. My scalp aches as I tug at the strands, the gears slowly grinding through the early morning malaise as the fact I was pulling on my own hair dawns on me.
Blinking rapidly, clearing hair and sleep from my eyes I begin to take in the room around me. With my gaze darting around I find myself laying in a lavish king sized bed, the wrought iron frame sitting in a spacious and well decorated room. The bed frame is a solid and heavy design, the black burnish iron sitting with thick sturdy legs accented with delicately formed filigrees. Blanket after blanket is piled top the bed, the thick and heavy begging practically pinning me to the mattress beneath.
With a howling wail the window rattles, the thick glass framed in iron with antique accents and hinges holding them in place. Snow races past in the wild and frenzied gusts of wind beyond, piles of the white flakes building up on the outside of the frame. The window is a surprising distance away, the room at large being far more expansive than any I had lived in in the past.
Looking up I'm met with the sight of a high vaulted ceiling, old and fresh wooden beams stretching out in the rafters while the sky lights above reveal only the white powder snow accumulating beyond. The walls around me are painted a deep dark red, the color of which is tinged with purple to make it almost a delicious shade of wine. A large antique wardrobe rests along the far wall, a door sitting open beside it as the hallway beyond begs for further exploration.
"Off" whines a voice from beneath the sheet, the croaking and exhausted feminine tones largely being muffled by the blankets. I yelp as I feel a leg wrap itself over mine, a tangle of sweaty hair running across my shoulder as the figure lurches into me.
"Turn it ooooooff!" The voice cries again, their head sudden pressing against my chest. I feel my pectoral yield, a large soft cushioning sensation beneath my skin accommodating the head of the unseen woman. "Babeeeeeeee" she whines, her mouth pressing against the sensitive flesh attached to my chest as her voice reverberates through the soft flabby. "I'll bite... You know I..." she groans, latching her mouth to the thick fatty lump as she teeth softly tease my skin.
In a mild panic I reach out, my hand smacking painfully against an old piece of antique oak with a loud crack. Wincing in pain I feel about, quickly finding the chirping phone by the bedside. Bringing it up to my face I find myself looking at a large and relative new smart phone, the screen and speaker declaring that it was time for me to wake up.
"Baaaaaaaaaabeeeeeeeee" the weak voice blubbers again, their mouth fully around my engorged chest. With my mind racing I quickly swipe at the screen, the alarm disappearing as I toss the phone to the side. My heart races as I feel the woman beneath the blankets shift and adjust her stance, her soft bite turning to a series of gentle kisses tracings a path towards my nipple. She rolls slightly over, her own chest deforming beneath her and atop my taut and oddly firm stomach.
"It's... the... holidays..." she mutters, her muffled voice hard to hear between the kisses and the thick padding covering her. "No... alarms..." she states, her voice coming out as a command while her arms snake around me.
I soon find myself pinned to the bed, the dazed and tired woman beyond my sight clinging to me as her kisses slow more and more before a slight snoring begins to rumble up from the blankets. Her legs entrap my own, one clinging to the side of the long and firm limb while the lays atop it. My eyes go wide as I feel her weight shift in her dream-like state, my groin getting glanced by her torso as the sudden lack of my ten-inch cock makes itself painfully apparent.
Swallowing hard I glance down, staring in shock as I notice a pale hand emerge from the covers to wrap around my shoulder. My gaze locks to the platinum band wrapping around the ring finger, a perfect match for the one that I had found in the present from what I could have easily passed off as a dream.
I wheeze as I feel drool slowly begin to drip from the unseen woman's mouth, the warm trail soon painting the image of the large and perky chest I had suddenly developed resting beneath the covers and the resting girl's head.
As she grapples with me in her sleep, pulling us closer for warmth in the freezing weather, I look around in a panic. Between the chaise lounge beneath the window, the antique bedside tables and wardrobe, and the bed frame I can't help but get a sense of wealth emanating from the space around me. A large painting hangs above us, the substance of the image being lost to me as I struggle to crane my head at the right angle.
Looking back towards the doorway I find it leading out into a long hallway, the open door telling me we were more than likely alone in whatever home I had found myself in. The walls beyond carried the same dark and moody red as the bedroom, a sudden shift into a crisp white space in the room across the hall catching my attention.
Thanks to the distance I'm forced to squint to make out the finer details, my focus shifting over the items within as I try to make out just what everything is. After a moment and a thankful shift in the light from outside I soon find myself looking at...
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