The Morning After.

Isabel stirred in her sleep, her body writhing as she tossed and turned in her dream. She was in a forest, surrounded by tall trees and a lush canopy that filtered the sunlight in shimmering patterns. But she was not alone. There was a man there, a stranger with eyes as blue as the sky and a body that was hard and muscular under her touch.

They were making love, under the shade of a tree, their bodies entwined in a passion that burned like a wildfire. Isabel felt her skin tingle, her heart racing with the thrill of something forbidden and yet irresistible.

As their bodies moved together in a frenzy of desire, Isabel felt herself losing control, surrendering to the man's touch and letting go of all inhibitions. She moaned and gasped, her body writhing in pleasure as he brought her to the brink of ecstasy.

But then, as if on cue, the dream ended, leaving Isabel disoriented and confused. She opened her eyes, the sunlight filtering through the curtains and dancing on her skin. For a moment, she lay there, her mind still lost in the dream, her body humming with desire.

Isabel had also woke up to the sound of birds chirping outside, their cheerful melodies filtering through the window of the small cottage. This was not the sound she had been used to waking up to back in the city.

She stretched her arms above her head, feeling the cool sheets caressing her skin. It was a beautiful day, she realized, one that she was lucky enough to enjoy in this peaceful hideaway.

But as she sat up, rubbing her eyes, she caught sight of the vase on the nightstand, a colorful bouquet of wildflowers that Mrs. Mackenzie must have picked from the garden.

The flowers were still vibrant and alive, their sweet scent filling the air. Isabel couldn't help but smile, feeling a sense of satisfaction at having a piece of the outdoors inside.

And then she noticed the note on the nightstand, a scrawled handwriting that she didn't recognize but immediately knew belonged Mrs. Mackenzie.

"I hope ye find as much pleasure in these flowers as ye bring tae this world," the note said. "I let ye sleep through breakfast but it's in the oven when ye're ready for it. I won't be back until the evenin' because I'm off to play bridge wi' some leddies at a nursin' hame twa touns o'er. But dinnae fash yersel', mak' yersel' at hame and enjoy the peace and quiet."

Isabel got out of bed, her body still tingling with the remnants of the dream. She walked around the cottage, her bare feet sinking into the soft carpet. She opened the windows, letting in the fresh air and the sounds of the forest.

Isabel’s mind was still lost in the throes of that passionate dream, her body craving for a release that was long overdue. The heat between her thighs was unbearable, and with a primal need, she surrendered to the temptation to touch herself. She was alone in the cottage, and the silence around her only intensified the sound of her ragged breaths.

Each one a testament to the lust that had taken over her.

With a trembling hand, she reached for the toy she had brought along. It was her secret weapon, her key to unlocking the raw pleasure that she craved. She pressed it against her flesh, and the sensation was electric.

The toy was slick with her own juices, and she explored her body with abandon, gliding it over her most sensitive spots. Her hips bucked up to meet the toy, her body begging for more, and she obliged, moving it faster and harder until the pleasure was almost too much to bear.

She cried out, a primal sound of need, as she rode the waves of ecstasy that coursed through her. Her body writhed with pleasure, her nipples tight and her breaths coming in short gasps. And still, she continued, driving herself closer and closer to the edge.

Finally, with a burst of raw intensity, she reached the pinnacle of pleasure. Her body shook with the force of her release, and she screamed out, lost in the moment of pure, unadulterated pleasure.

For a long moment, she lay there, her body still humming with the aftershocks of her orgasm. It was then that she realized that this was her truest freedom, the ability to indulge in her own desires and to explore the limits of her own body and soul.

And she knew, without a doubt, that she would continue to seek out that freedom, to explore her own passions, and to satisfy the craving that burned deep within her. She didn't need anyone else to satisfy her cravings. With a contented sigh, Isabel collected herself and went downstairs to make a cup of coffee.

Perched on a stool at the kitchen counter, waiting for the kettle to boil, she continued to wonder what the dream had meant, what it had awakened inside her. She felt a sense of longing, of yearning for something she couldn't quite put her finger on. But she also felt a sense of hope, of possibility, that anything was possible in this magical hideaway.

She gracefully rose to her feet, the anticipation thrumming through her veins. With a gentle stride, she made her way towards the enormous glass window, the light of the day casting a warm glow over the charming reading nook and the majestic bookshelf towering over it.

She stood there, her eyes fixed on the breathtaking view outside, taking in the scenic beauty of the surrounding forest, marveling at the lush greenery and the play of light and shadow between the trees. She felt the soft breeze brushing against her face, whispering promises of untold adventures waiting just beyond the trees.

Despite the stillness of the cottage, she could hear the forest calling out to her, beckoning her to come and explore its depths, to discover its secrets and the hidden treasures that lay buried within. She couldn't resist the urge to wander and lose herself in the wilderness, to immerse herself in its tranquil embrace.

As she gazed out of the window, she felt a sense of calm wash over her. She knew that her time there would be filled with moments of serenity and solitude, a chance to connect with herself and rediscover the beauty of the natural world.

Lost in her thoughts, she didn't notice the kettle whistling in the background, its shrill cry jolting her back to the present. With a start, she turned away from the window and made her way back to the kitchen, eager to make herself a cup of coffee and savor the moment a little longer.

With each sip of the hot brew, a sense of contentment washed over her. Isabel looked around the cozy abode, taking in every detail. Rustic decor adorned the space, and soft blankets were draped over the furniture, creating a warm and inviting atmosphere. The smell of wood burning in the fireplace was comforting, and she couldn't help but feel at peace in this sanctuary.

But there was something else, something magical about the place that made her heart race with anticipation. It was the way the cottage had amplified her pleasure earlier that morning, making her toy experience even more intense and satisfying. It was as if the cottage itself had been designed to awaken her senses and set her body ablaze with desire.

Isabel knew deep down that she had to make this cottage her permanent home. She couldn't imagine living anywhere else. It was as if the place had a hold on her, a magnetic pull that she couldn't resist. She closed her eyes and let out a contented sigh, imagining all the ways she could make this cottage her own. The forest beyond the window was calling to her, inviting her to come and explore its secrets.

The cottage had a way of making her feel alive, vibrant, and sensual. It seemed to awaken every part of her being and ignite a fire within her that she couldn't control. The power the cottage had over her was undeniable, and she knew that she had to make it hers in every way possible.

As she gazed out the window, Isabel felt a sense of excitement building within her. She finished her coffee and set the cup aside, knowing that she was going to do everything in her power to make this cottage hers. Yes, she thought, this was her destiny, and she was determined to make it so.