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Ann lay back against her pillows and tried not to feel jealous or left out.
That night she had met up with the girls. Allie had bragged, in great detail, about her carnal pleasures of the night before and even flashed them the bruise on her ass—in front of everyone.
Before leaving the bar, Allie took Ann aside and in the dim light outside the ladies’ room, handed her the medallion.
Her words were ominous. “Your turn.”
All Ann’s friends had some kind of experience to hold close to their hearts—and between their legs. Her battery-operated boyfriends touched the right places on and in her body and gave her the simplest of pleasures, but she longed for that little extra touch.
She wanted that special caress, she realized, that brush with intimacy that brings the whole experience to life. She wanted to feel how a cock filled her pussy then throbbed within her at the moment of mutual orgasm. Sadly, up to now, most of her men reached their peak before she did. Sometimes in the car outside.
She was alone in her bed,
the flickering lights from the TV her sole companion. Slouched in her usual baggy T-shirt, she sighed as she realized the picture of the kitten yawning on the front was a perfect match to her lifestyle. Away from her girlfriends, it was pretty boring.
They all had lives. Sara was married to Hank. Allie was married to work, and Missy? Well Missy was another story.
But they all shared one thing. They’d all had a secret visit from this mystery lover. Or so they’d said. It wouldn’t have surprised her to learn they were teasing her and had made the whole thing up as a prank.
The medallion sat on her nightstand, shimmering in the glow from the television. Reaching over, Ann picked it up and stared at it.
The golden trinket was warm—unnaturally warm—but it always seemed to be that way. Imitating Sara, she rubbed her fingers over the indentions but no magic orgasm arrived.
She stretched out and stared up into the canopy of her queen-sized bed, letting her eyes wander over the hand carved wooden posts that held it up. Her bed was her private sanctuary where she could relax, sleep and fantasize.
She held the medallion up, letting the flickering reflection of light hit it. It was heavy, bulky and totally male.
THUNK. The medallion slipped from her hand and hit her square on the forehead.
“Ouch.” Ann closed her eyes and absently rubbed the medallion over the sore spot on her forehead.
“What the fuck?” Ann’s body jerked as her mind was suddenly filled with a vision of—him. The Dark Lord standing in her doorway looking at her. She opened her eyes and looked again. There was nothing there. Just the light from the television flickering across the walls.
Hmmm, this is interesting. Her thoughts made her smile.
She lay back and rested the medallion on her forehead, rubbing the warm metal against her skin once more.
He stood in the darkness. She could see him leaning against the doorframe, his features barely visible in the low light from the TV. Long black hair hung to his shoulders and covered his forehead. Ann noticed the reddened center of his eyes and wondered if she was now encased in his world, if this dream fantasy was becoming her reality.
She couldn’t move. Frozen in time she could only stare at the long legs filling his tight black leather pants. Along the inseam, she could see the protruding lump of his cock.
She whimpered, feeling heat rise in her blood. The familiar ache between her legs seemed suddenly sharper, more needy. Her pussy grew wet and cried out for attention, growing increasingly hot as her gaze traveled up his shirtless torso. Of course. Why wear a shirt when you’ve got a chest and abdomen so perfect it looks like a sculpture? Spellbound, her eyes met his, and she instinctively parted her legs.
“I have been waiting to visit you.” His words thrust like daggers into her soul. “Figured, I’d save the best for last.”
Clit Alert…MAYDAY, DANGER, DANGER… For a dream, this guy sure knew what the fuck to say.
Ann swallowed, trying to calm down, and opened her eyes. She saw nothing. Damn…this medallion was better then cybersex any day. Not that she had ever tried anything like that, of course…
She wiped the sweat away from her forehead and placed the medallion back on her skin, pulling the blankets away from her heated body. Closing her eyes, she let the vision return. But he was gone. The door was open…but he wasn’t there.
“You know, if you keep leaving I’ll begin to think you want me gone.” He spoke from the foot of the bed, with one outstretched arm braced against the bedpost. “Mmm. Open your legs a little wider. I wanna see my dinner.”
DANGER, DANGER, OVERLOAD…
Ann wanted to fight this most primal of instincts. She should resist a little and not just give in and let this walking fantasy simply take her and fuck her into oblivion…well, that isn’t exactly a bad thing, is it?
While her thoughts drifted, he reached down, set his hands on her knees and parted them. This was starting to feel more real every minute. The heat from his palms actually seared her flesh.
