Taryn concentrated on the dream spot. Minutes passed. Yes, there was a slight movement beginning. The spot was slowly turning counter clockwise again. It began turning faster. The sound emerged again as it had the first time, but the spinning wasn’t as fast and the sound not so loud. She sensed the whirring sound coming towards her, and she braced herself for the impact. However, there was no impact this time; rather it seemed to enter her body slowly and gently. She could feel the sound this time. She felt a gradual spinning begin within the area of her stomach. This time it felt very different.
This feels very nice, she thought. I feel as light as a feather. I feel like I am floating. Suddenly, bright bursts of color filled the room. All she could see were colors, like they were being reflected by a prism in the sunlight. The sound ceased and the colors faded. She found herself looking down at her hands, as they worked a needle and thread very quickly in and out of a piece of embroidery. Two thoughts converged together in her mind. I can’t embroider and I am certainly not back in the meadow!
Taryn closed her eyes. I can’t panic now. Easy, Taryn, take a deep breath. Relax. She sensed someone was in the room with her. In a room? Yes, it had that closed in smell. A wood smell. Ah, a fireplace . . . and something else burning . . . a pipe. Oh, my God. There’s a man in this room with me and he’s smoking a pipe. This is an adventure, Taryn. Open your eyes and let the play begin.
“Sarah, is anything wrong?”
“No, Silas dear. Everything is fine.” Dear? Why did I say that?
“You went quite still. You are all right?”
Taryn opened her eyes. It was good that she hadn’t experienced that blow to her chest this time, for now she could minimize the need for her body to react with a powerfully responsive jerk. Those eyes were incredible! If you combined the eyes of the sexiest male model you see in a magazine and the most striking male actor, they couldn’t match the intensity of the clear blue eyes looking at her right now. Intense, powerful, passionate. Silas. Silas? That’s his name! None of her novels ever named their “hunks” Silas. It was such an intriguing name which went along with his very masculine body.
“How is your embroidery coming along? Will it be completed before our niece’s wedding?”
“It’s coming along very nicely and I should expect it will be ready in good time.” Taryn spoke from within the body she had now become, but wasn’t certain if it was her voice being heard. Since there was no change in Silas who spoke to her she assumed her voice was that of Sarah that he called her.
Thinking to herself, I can’t embroider and I don’t remember ever saying “coming along” in that way before. She looked down at the embroidery in her lap, because she couldn’t keep looking at him. His eyes were just too intense and were creating a heat deep within her body. She had experienced only a few, brief and disappointing sexual moments with a guy named Jess in college, but she didn’t think she misunderstood what she was feeling at this moment was a rather healthy dose of sexual desire. This IS a new adventure!
“You appear a bit restless, Sarah.”
Taryn, alias Sarah, placed the embroidery on the settee beside her . . . settee? . . . and got up from her seat. She walked around the room trying to get a feel for the room and what it contained.
“A bit, I suppose. I was just thinking about the things I promised Hennie I’d do to help in preparation for her wedding.”
“I saw Jared this afternoon. He seemed to think everything was going well.”
“That’s why women are in charge of wedding preparations, Dear. There are so many small details men would never think of. The groom’s only job is to arrive at the church on time, and on the right day.”
Taryn walked slowly around the room. Early American. AUTHENTIC Early American, that is. There were no antiques here. This was the real thing! Everything had that newness about it. She appeared to casually touch and straighten things as she moved about the room. She was intently searching for a calendar or newspaper. Anything that would tell her the date and the year in which her adventure was taking place.
Silas, the hunk, was definitely her husband. She didn’t know how she knew, but she knew. Did he suspect anything? No, why would he. In another moment of panic she knew why he would or should be suspicious. She wasn’t Sarah, therefore she couldn’t look like Sarah. A mirror, a mirror, where is a mirror?
She picked up a highly polished metal plate and pretended to examine it as she looked at her reflection. Good heavens! She wasn’t Taryn anymore. Taryn’s honey blonde hair had been replaced by very thick, black hair arranged in a neat twist. Taryn slowly walked towards the stairs. She was thinking that there must be a mirror in their bedroom. Oh, no! She refused to think bedroom thoughts right now.
“Are you planning to retire this early, Sarah?” She turned and saw the sparkle of desire in his eyes. Again, lust hit her like a fist with such a powerful impact. “No. I just remembered that I’d promised Hennie she could borrow my mother’s lace handkerchief to carry on her wedding day. Something old and something borrowed.”
Taryn moved to the stairs and waited a moment. He didn’t say any more, so she continued to the stairs and hoped she appeared to walk in a normal way. These long skirts would take some getting used to.
The last time she’d noticed, she’d been wearing a short blue cover-up over her bikini. It was her good fortune that it hadn’t come along with her on this adventure. Imagine Silas’s shock if she’d arrived in his parlor in that.
She couldn’t wait to discover the date of her adventure. And where? Where was she? It was definitely in the good old U. S. of A. Early American furniture, new, and no discernible accent in her suddenly acquired husband’s speech to give her a hint. Her manner of speech certainly fit in . . . somehow.
First things first. Mirror, mirror on the wall, is Sarah short or is she tall? This was fun and exciting on the one hand, but then again, on the other hand, what if she screwed up and gave this poor, unsuspecting man the shock of his life? Well, tit for tat, it was quite a shock to her as well.
The full length mirror was built into the center of a massive dresser. It had a half dozen small drawers on either side of it. She approached the mirror with her eyes raised to above the mirror, since she wanted a full figure look at Sarah first. She stood before the mirror and quickly lowered her eyes.
WOW! Speaking of full figures . . . modern surgery techniques couldn’t create this body. This was centerfold material, she chuckled silently. No wonder Silas looked at her with such intense desire in his eyes. Her friend, Ashlee would never believe this! Sarah’s face was exquisite. If she was asked to describe what she saw, she could use only one word: PERFECTION! There wasn’t one flaw before her. Not in the bone structure, in the dark brown eyes, her nose or chin. She had never seen such . . . what . . . PERFECTLY formed lips.
Standing there, Taryn began to compare her body to this one of Sarah’s. Having always been content that she didn’t have to work out hard to keep her lean figure, she noticed now all the areas she lacked endowment. Most comments Taryn received on her body type were that she was “fit” and as for her appearance she always heard the word “cute.” Her hair was simple, bangs resting above her green eyes, some layered pieces on the sides and an easy simple length to pull into a quick pony tail. She called her hair golden brown, but others said it was the color of honey. Most often her hair and makeup were natural and easy. She was a no fuss type of girl. But here before her, everything was different in Sarah’s body, this new body was something to spend quality time on.
Oh, I can’t wait to see her hair hanging loose around her face. The practical side of Taryn noted the detail of the hair style as she carefully removed one hairpin at a time. She would probably have to redo it sometime.
The thick and heavy, yet silky hair loosened more with each pin’s removal, until it fell gloriously down her back as well as over her breasts. Taryn stared at her reflection in the mirror in awe of the beauty before her. The beauty that was her. Taryn reached for the hair brush on the side of the dresser that obviously belonged to Sarah. A quick glance showed her a few pieces of lovely jewelry. Later. I’ll explore all of that later. I must feel what it’s like to run a brush through this glorious hair.
She reached up to begin the first stroke of the brush, but before she could touch it, a hand enfolded hers. Silas. He gently removed the brush from her hand and moved to stand behind her.
“Let me do that for you. I never tire of touching your hair,” he whispered softly near her ear.
Their eyes connected in the mirror and held. She was totally mesmerized by the desire reflected in the mirror. She had seen many Hollywood-handsome men, but she couldn’t bring to mind one that could hold a candle to this man. His blue eyes seemed to reach deep inside of her and touch her in a way that was more intimate than making love.
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