Dear Diary,
I wake up in gold light.
Soft, warm, touching my skin like hands. The air is thick. Heavy. My breath slow, deep. My body already knows. Already waiting.
I am not alone.
He is here.
Watching.
Standing at the end of the bed. Nothing on him. Just skin. Hard lines, muscle, heat. Eyes dark.That smirk...ugh. Like he owns the moment. Like he owns me.
I giggle. Soft, teasing. It just spills out. I move. Stretch slow. Let the sheet slide down. Air kisses my skin teasing the warmth, cool on the heat. My breath catches.
His gaze was heavy, dark, devouring. He hadn’t touched me. Didn’t need to. My body already answered him, reacting in ways I couldn’t hide.
His eyes go there. Oh. He sees.
"Say my name." His voice rough. Command.
I smile, lazy. My fingers slide over my stomach, lower. Slow. Teasing.
"Make me."
His jaw tightens. His patience cracks.
He moves.
A knee on the bed. A hand on my ankle. Fingers dragging up, slow, firm. Warm. My thighs open, just a little. A shiver runs through me.
"Careful," I whisper, breath shaky.
"No careful" He says staring into my eyes.
Bold of him to assume I can breathe after that. My toes curl, my body needy, aching for more.
His fingers play with my anklet for a moment, teasing before dragging up from my ankle to my calf then grip tight. His pull strong taking me closer.
My mouth opens in surprise and I gasp. A rush of heat.
Then...nothing.
I wake up too fast. Gasping. Sheets twisted around me. My body burning. Empty.
Just a dream.
But my skin still tingles. My thighs press together searching.
I bite my lip. Swallow hard.
He was not real.
But tell that to my body.
Next time I won’t wake up alone. Promise. Giggles.
XOXO,
Your favorite bad girl
I wake up in gold light.
Soft, warm, touching my skin like hands. The air is thick. Heavy. My breath slow, deep. My body already knows. Already waiting.
I am not alone.
He is here.
Watching.
Standing at the end of the bed. Nothing on him. Just skin. Hard lines, muscle, heat. Eyes dark.That smirk...ugh. Like he owns the moment. Like he owns me.
I giggle. Soft, teasing. It just spills out. I move. Stretch slow. Let the sheet slide down. Air kisses my skin teasing the warmth, cool on the heat. My breath catches.
His gaze was heavy, dark, devouring. He hadn’t touched me. Didn’t need to. My body already answered him, reacting in ways I couldn’t hide.
His eyes go there. Oh. He sees.
"Say my name." His voice rough. Command.
I smile, lazy. My fingers slide over my stomach, lower. Slow. Teasing.
"Make me."
His jaw tightens. His patience cracks.
He moves.
A knee on the bed. A hand on my ankle. Fingers dragging up, slow, firm. Warm. My thighs open, just a little. A shiver runs through me.
"Careful," I whisper, breath shaky.
"No careful" He says staring into my eyes.
Bold of him to assume I can breathe after that. My toes curl, my body needy, aching for more.
His fingers play with my anklet for a moment, teasing before dragging up from my ankle to my calf then grip tight. His pull strong taking me closer.
My mouth opens in surprise and I gasp. A rush of heat.
Then...nothing.
I wake up too fast. Gasping. Sheets twisted around me. My body burning. Empty.
Just a dream.
But my skin still tingles. My thighs press together searching.
I bite my lip. Swallow hard.
He was not real.
But tell that to my body.
Next time I won’t wake up alone. Promise. Giggles.
XOXO,
Your favorite bad girl
