Midnight Pleasure by Mia Petrova |
Another one
of those dreams hit me strong last night. A dream of him. The man who
had haunted me for about a week now. I have never seen him before my
opened eyes, only behind my closed ones. He looked and felt like a
sculpture. A gift from the gods. I was lost in that man, but he wasn’t
real. Not even one bit real. That was what was killing me. The pain
between my thighs was so strong it made me falter by simply standing. I
was being denied the pure pleasures of that skin on top of my aching
body. I was doomed. “Kara, are
you ok?” my co-worker asked from between our cubicles. “You’re so pale,
Jesus. I’m almost calling the hospital here,” Maria joked with a fake
smile. “I-I’m
fine,” I tried saying with a grin. “Don’t worry about it.” I was sawing
my legs together at work! God, what was happening to me? My life was so
normal until a few days ago. How could a body change and show abnormal
signs of pure arousal so quickly? Was that even possible? Because I
looked over the internet and there was nothing there. Nothing of what I
was feeling, anyway. I was scared shitless. And being at work, wearing a
skirt on top of it, wasn’t helping. “Hey, boss,”
Maria said into the phone. “I’m sorry to bother you, sir, but Kara isn’t
feeling very well. Can I call a doctor? Okay. Yes, sir. Thank you, sir.”
Maria stood up and came to my side. “The boss man is calling you a
doctor,” she murmured, looking very worried. “Thank you,
Maria,” I said sweetly, unable to ignore the pain and the fact that I
was in need of grave help. I waited
impatiently for the doctor, trying to think of anything else besides the
growing pressure in my womb. My co-workers looked very uneasy with my
situation, whispering here and there. That made me mad. Why couldn’t
they mind their own business? As the pain
intensified, my vision started to blur. I was scared. And then I could
barely breathe. I was so hot I could feel the dampness between my
thighs, and I wondered if it would drip if I stood. I closed my eyes,
praying for some kind of a miracle cure. “Thank God.
She’s not feeling very good. Look at her!” stated a very terrified
Maria. I still
couldn’t open my eyes. “He’s the
firm doctor.” The voice of my boss, Christian, invaded my mind. “Kara,
he’ll take…” “Don’t touch
me!” I said it as pain shot through me. At the same
time an unknown male voice said, “Don’t touch her!” “My God,
she’s burning up,” Christian said. He had
simply touched my skin with his fingertips, but there was so much pain.
So much need. Then that unknown voice reached my ears, and a
chill ran all over my body. A soothing chill. I opened my eyes and then
I... I saw him. There,
kneeling in front of me. The man of
my dreams. His hair was
light brown and long, his eyes as green as emeralds. His jaw was like a
sculptor’s work of art, and his body... Mother of God, he was big. And
his arms were wonderfully tight. He wore a white T-shirt and black
pants. A large medical bag sat on the floor next to him. “No,” a moan
escaped my mouth. “It’s not...not…” I couldn’t finish. My heart beat
like a drum, so fast, so hard. And my breathing was all over the place.
I was afraid I would pass out. “Is there a
room I can take her?” that masterpiece of a voice asked the man in
charge. Right there, I noticed he had an accent, an English accent. That
surprised me, but then again, he wasn’t talking much on my dreams. He was the
most marvelous man alive. “Yes, of
course. First door on the left.” That said, I
felt hard hands around me and suddenly I was in his arms. A deep whimper
escaped my mouth when he started to take long and fast steps toward the
room. I wrapped my arms around his neck, and his skin connecting with
mine sent sparks directly to the place I most needed a man’s touch. It
was so good and intense I was afraid of reaching orgasm from just
touching him. The door closing behind us, and my body trembled, and then
cries of pain were coming out of my mouth. “Easy,” he
whispered calmly in my ear. “I’m sorry.
I’m so sorry,” I caught myself saying with my cries of need. |
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