Total pages in book: 27
Estimated words: 25859 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 129(@200wpm)___ 103(@250wpm)___ 86(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 25859 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 129(@200wpm)___ 103(@250wpm)___ 86(@300wpm)
Discouraged, I put away the scale and slip into a soft, pink robe that cushions my curves. It’s almost ten, but I didn’t get a chance to eat dinner between work and class, and I’m starving now. Fortunately, there’s some bread on the counter and cold cuts in the fridge, so I fix myself a sandwich with ham, turkey, cheddar cheese, lettuce, tomato, chipotle mayo, and jalapeño peppers. This combo is one of my favorites. Of course, it’s probably not a good idea to eat spicy food right before bed, but I’m going to do it anyways because I need to get some food into my gut.
As I chew, I wander to the kitchen window and look outside. It’s a beautiful night. The moon is full and the stars twinkle against a dark backdrop. I can see the leaves of the magnolia tree in my garden trembling in the night air as an owl lets out a soft hoot.
I sigh. This is why I could never live in a big city because you don’t get peace like this in huge urban areas. I like things quiet, and I’ve never wanted to be a big city-bright lights type of girl. But then, a shadow flickers in the yard, and I grow still. What was that? A chill runs down my spine and I crane my neck to look, but nothing seems out of place. Instead, the tree leaves continue to rustle, and the owl lets out another soft hoot.
“There’s no one there, Olly,” I scold myself. “You’re just freaking yourself out for no reason,” I reprimand. Yet, I swear I saw something. A small chill runs down my spine but I straighten my shoulders and bite into my sandwich again. There’s no one, and after polishing off my snack, I draw the curtains closed. It must be the exhaustion causing me to see things as I wash my sandwich plate and put everything on the drying rack.
After double-checking to make sure my front and back doors are both locked, I slip out of my robe and clamber into bed. It’s immediately too hot beneath the comforter, so I struggle out of my tiny sleep set and then strip off my panties as well, leaving me in the nude. It’s fine. Living alone makes it easy to sleep naked because I don’t have to worry about anyone walking in on me.
Yet sleep eludes me. The room is dark and I still have the eerie feeling of someone watching me, but from where? There’s one window in my bedroom, which is covered with both shades and a curtain to keep the light out, so they definitely couldn’t be at the window.
With a soft sigh, I force myself to close my eyes while kicking off the too-hot comforter again. Unbidden, my hand travels between my legs because there’s one thing that always calms me down.
Slowly, my mind drifts into a long-standing fantasy of mine. I have no idea if I got it from reading too many romance novels, or from watching YouPorn a little too much, but the hero of my dream is tall and handsome with thick black hair and sparkling blue eyes. He’s got sculpted shoulders and a broad chest, and not only that, but he shows up at my door completely naked and hung like a horse. Oh yeah, that’s definitely a huge part of the fantasy, and I giggle while letting him in.
Immediately, we head to my bedroom where the man climbs into bed with me, and I let out a soft moan because I can practically feel him here right now. His mass is huge, looming above me in the darkened space, and the heat of his skin is scalding. He peppers kisses on my collarbone and my chest while that huge shaft nudges at my tiny hole, and with a whimper I part my thighs.
Pants escape my lips as my arms circle around his strong neck. His mouth dips to worship my breasts, and I arch my back to give the imaginary man better access to my swollen nipples. In my mind, I imagine his head dipping low to capture one of them between his teeth before suckling deliciously, making me arch my back and cry out.
“Oh yes!” I murmur deliriously. “Mmmm!”
“Sweetheart, you taste so good,” he growls in my imagination, his breath hot against my skin. “Fuck, you’re just like candy.”
My left hand squeezes my breasts, kneading them the way a man would if he were really here, as that huge shaft gently pushes against my sweetness before making penetration. We both gasp at the same time, but soon enough, my imaginary lover and I are engaged in a steady rhythm. He pushes into me before pulling out, again and again, as my body writhes under his commanding strokes.