Page 3 of The Masked Menage, an Erotic Novel (First Time Taboo Agency 2)

I can feel the approaching explosion. So close now. And then...and then...just before I explode into orgasm, it happens, always and without fail.

I wake up. The man in the shadows is gone.

Chapter 2

I laid in bed unable to move. I was stunned yet again by the dream. It had been the same dream for days now.

My window was open. I could hear a breeze blowing outside.

I swallowed.

My whole body was covered in sweat. I felt so horny now. I had no choice but to reach down with my finger. I had to finish what the dream had started.

I found my clit. I touched it softly. I touched it just the way I liked to be touched.

The truth was, I'd bought a vibrator. The biggest I could find. But I still hadn't used it.

I still had my virginity. I still had my cherry.

I wanted a man to bre

ak it, not some machine. I wanted the man from my dreams, the man in the shadows. I wanted him to take my virginity and no one else.

But how could that ever happen? He wasn't even real, was he?

I'd bought the vibrator in a half-dreamy state, thinking about the man in the shadows. As soon as I'd gotten home, I'd regretted buying it.

I can't ever use it, I thought. Not as long as I'm a virgin. I won't lose my virginity that way. It has to be a man. That man. The one from my dreams. The one in the shadows.

Yet even now I reached down for the clear plastic box I kept under my bed. I looked at the massive electronic dildo inside. It would feel so good going inside me, wouldn't it?

"No," I whispered. "Not yet."

I had to calm myself. I wouldn't spoil my cherry that way. Not with a machine.

I put the box down by my bed.

With one hand I reached down between my legs. I found the sweet nub of my femininity. I slowly circled it with my fingertip.

I sighed. Yes, this is what I needed.

I brought my other hand down between my legs. I slipped a single finger past my hymen, careful not to tear or damage it. I pushed the finger back as far as I could.

With my fingertip I massaged the upper walls of my pussy. I almost reached my G-spot.

All kinds of wicked thoughts flickered through my head. Maybe if I had something longer, and yet thinner, I could reach my G-spot without damaging my cherry.

But as the movement of my finger against my clit brought me closer and closer to orgasm, the thoughts drifted away from me.

Both my fingers moved faster now, my tension reaching a peak. My pussy now dripped, it was so wet. My fingers were wet, as well.

And I loved it. I loved the feeling of being wet with my own love juices. My finger moved around my clit now even faster.

I was close now. Very close. And then, finally, at last, the relief came to me. A gentle soft stream of relief washed over me. I orgasmed.

Then I just froze. I rested. I thought about the man in the shadows.

"Please come to me," I whispered. "Please be real."

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