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My eyes travel his tattoos, down his chest, across his stomach, down to his…
He clears his throat. “Like what you see?”
I take a step back. “I’m sorry. I just…” I’m lost for words.
“It’s okay, Calliope. Come here.” He reaches out his hand. The fear of seeing the shadow has dissipated; all I feel is warmth. I reach out towards him, and he takes my hand in his.
At his touch, a lake surrounds us, and the trees disappear. I look around. What the hell? “It’s just you and me here, Calliope. It’s okay.” The man pulls me to his chest and holds me close.
What is he doing? His hand slowly travels up my back to the base of my neck, and then he wraps his fingers in my hair. Slowly, he inches closer to my lips with his, and I hold my breath. I have never been kissed before. What if…
He slowly presses his lips against mine. He’s taking his time, savouring my taste. My hands try to find something to hold onto, and I realise he is now naked in front of me.
I gasp, and he pulls back, looking down between us. A small smile is now placed on his lips. “Do you want to play?” he asks.
I nod my head and bite my lip, reaching for his erection.
I get on my knees and look up at him. “I have never done this before. I don’t know how…” He presses his finger on my lips, stopping me mid-sentence.
“Just follow my lead,” he says, as he inches his way into my mouth.
I jolt up in bed. What the actual fuck? My body glistens with sweat, and I have so much moisture between my legs. That has never happened in my dream before. Who was that man? Why did I willingly get on my knees for him? I shake my head, get out of bed, and walk into the bathroom. Looking at myself in the mirror, I notice my body is flush, and my eyes are more vibrant.
I need a shower. I turn on the water and wait.
As I wait for the shower to warm up, I take another look in the mirror. My cheeks are a rosy shade of pink, and sweat beads slowly slide down my face, dripping down to my chin. My eyes are bright, intense and curious. I have never seen myself like this before. I look like a different person. This isn’t me. I shake my head at the thoughts that race through my mind and toss my clothes on the floor…
Stepping into the shower, I sigh as the water cascades down my face. I grab my shampoo, dollop a lot into my hands, and run it through my hair. This is going to take a while, fucking long hair. I swear I need to get a haircut.
As I massage my head, the scenes from my dream flood my mind. I picture the man again, running his soapy hands through my hair and rubbing my scalp. A subtle moan leaves my lips as I trace the outline of my breasts and make my way between my legs. I picture him travelling his hand down my back, caressing my skin as he goes until he reaches my arse, slowly cupping my cheeks and pulling me against him.
I slide a finger between my folds. I am soaking wet. Wow. I’ve never been this wet before, nor have I ever fantasised about a man I didn’t know. I swirl my finger in slow circles around my clit and let out a moan. God, I hope nobody hears me. This feels too good. I picture him reaching his arms up and around me, cupping my breasts, pinching my nipples playfully while nibbling on my ear.
“Play for me, Bunny. I want to see you dripping with cum”
I slide a finger inside myself, then another finger, and start doing slow, steady thrusts in and out. I whimper with the need to release. To feel him touching me. This feels so wrong yet so right.
I picture him turning me around fast and looking deep into my eyes. God, his eyes are beautiful. The most beautiful eyes I have ever seen. I could get lost within them for hours. I bite my lip as I look at his. He eyes me with desire as he slowly presses his lips against mine.
I feel the heat rising. My fingers go faster until I am moaning against his mouth. He swallows my moans like he’s starving for them.
“Someone is enjoying themselves.”
As my fingers continue going faster, I feel the sparks, and my cheeks flush as I feel the edge of my orgasm. My breathing quickens; I’m sweating, moaning, wanting more. With a few more pumps of my fingers, I let out a guttural cry as my orgasm takes over, and my body started to shake.
After I come down from my orgasm, I lather up my shower pouffe and scrub everywhere. I don’t need my family commenting on how I smell. I switch the water off, step out of the shower, and stand in front of the mirror. I wipe the mirror free of the condensation that has built up, and my bright purple eyes look back at me.
I grab the hair dryer and start running it over my hair. I sigh, picking up my brush, and start brushing my hair, all while my orgasm floods to the front of my mind. God, I can’t stop thinking about the man in the shadows. This isn’t like me. I don’t know what has gotten into me.
I picture him behind me, caressing my body as I try to dry my hair. I shake my head at the visions and finish up. Stepping out of the bathroom, I head towards my dresser to get some new clothes for the day. I don’t know what I want to wear today, not that it matters to anyone. I roll my eyes.
I pull open the top drawer with a slight struggle. This dresser is a piece of fucking shit. So god damn old. I yank it, and it comes flying out, hitting me in the chest and causing me to fall over.
“Jesus Christ!” I yell as I get back on my feet.
The first thing I’m doing is replacing this fucking dresser. I’ll burn the fucker if I have to. I rub my chest and wince at the slightest touch. I look down at the bruise that is already starting to form.
“Well, that’s just fucking fantastic,” I mumble to myself sarcastically.
