Sensual. Stimulating. Suggestive.
Those words and so many more wicked, sexy thoughts and salacious images ignited an irresistible, fiery flame of desirous passion in Delaney’s recurring erotic dream. Her deepest hidden desires sounded embarrassing at her age. That kept her from telling even her closest friends about the mystery man who seduced her night after night, leaving her in a hazy, exhaustive state of out-of-this-world satisfaction. All of this occurred when the world was sleeping peacefully without tossing and turning in heat; except for her. The truth was, she yearned for her fantasy to become her reality. Her body craved it daily, especially at night. If she could snap her fingers like a genie and turn her dream into reality, she would be snapping away, even while asleep.
In her dream, Delaney consciously knew it was a dream. She didn’t know how it was possible, nor did she care. Her one and only desire was for it to keep happening.
A scandalous, sizzling sensation surged through her the moment her tall, muscular stranger dropped the towel from all of his gorgeousness. The sight of him gave her visuals of strength and power by way of the mountainous ranges of his perfectly physically fit body.
Gazing at his nakedness from behind, since he stood with his back to her, she admired that nothing about him ever disappointed. Her eyes traveled up and down his body from his broad shoulders to the massive, brawny, well-sculptured back muscles that nature had blessed him with. Delaney felt and heard the shaky breaths from her mouth, not sure if she should inhale or exhale. She thought that any movement on her part, even turning to shift her legs over the side of the bed, would cause this man, who possessed perfect symmetry and an aura of beauty she’d never experienced before, to disappear. Still, she was close enough to him from her vantage point under her satin comforter-covered king-sized bed, that a slight lift of her manicured fingers could result in her skin touching his. Temptation was so great that she couldn’t resist not doing so for another moment.
Triumphantly, her hand out. She could feel the heat radiating from his body. It was still coated with wet pellets from the steamy, hot shower he’d just taken. She could see his wet footprints on the bedroom floor where his feet had made a path from the shower to her bed. She didn’t care about the water residue on the floor. She cared about the way his body glistened and teased her eyes. Delaney’s tongue was already doing a happy dance at the ideas floating through her head of what they could be doing next. There had been so many nights where he’d brought her raging body to a deliciously, blissful release. With anticipation, she tried to will the stranger, with her mind, to turn around in order to give her the full experience from the kind of man she’d only read about in romance novels.
For years, she’d kept her desires for untamed, uninhibited, wild, racy intimacy locked away, hidden from a husband she knew did not share her thoughts or desires when it came to more expressive ways to connect in their loving. She had settled for a more missionary type sex life for many years. Now, as a single woman, no more did she want to do that. Her dreams were showing her how to manifest what she wanted. The new, single Delaney owed it to the previously sheltered and married Delaney.
“Are you ready for me?”
Was she? She still didn’t know.
Her mystery man spoke gruffly to her over his shoulder. His husky, baritone voice sliced through her resolve; her body shivered with need.
She gulped through the lump that landed and stayed put in her throat; her anxiety was on five thousand.
“I want to be,” she stuttered out.
“You are. Go ahead; touch me. I’m your entry into a life of no boundaries in the bedroom. My aim is to please you.”
“Am I really ready for this much?” she asked on a whisper.
“What? You’re not up for a little sexy revenge?”
“I’ve always been told that the best revenge is no revenge because it could backfire.”
“Sweetness, the greatest revenge against who you were for someone else is to be who you want to be for you.”
With his back still to her, Delaney heard his suggestive laugh as his head fell back and his body moved as laughter overtook him.
“Laughter?”
“Yes, because that kind of talk is for amateurs. I’m not talking about revenge against another person; I’m speaking of revenge against the old you by the she-devil you’ve held captive inside for far too long. That old Delaney has made you believe that you don’t deserve the kind of loving I can give you – the kind that keeps you up at night, pleasuring yourself, waiting for the real thing; ME! I think you’re ready. No more wet dreams for you. You’ve been waiting and wanting more for too long without successfully getting it. The time is now to treat that sexy body of yours right.”
Delaney heard the words and saw the man. All she had to do was say yes. She needed to be willing to get out of life what she wanted and needed.
Moving her body, she slid from the bed, allowing her feet to touch the warmth of the wood floor. She reached for his body as he turned around to face her. Her brain screamed yes. She allowed her eyes to gaze down his body until they settled on that part of him that had been a mystery to her eyes. She’d only felt him in her body, in her dreams. If she were being real and honest with herself, she needed to literally feel it to know that it was real. Her purpose was to know that the long, strong, thick part of him could bring her the kind of pleasure she desired at this point in her life.
She was no longer afraid. Touching him was her step into making this more of a reality than ever before. No longer was everything about him a part of the unknown. Her eyes darted up to where his eyes should be, but his face wouldn’t come into focus. Her hand reached down as her body moved down. He was right. She was more than ready for him; all of him.
Just when she was ready to take the leap, she sighed when she was suddenly shocked into reality. A piercing sound over her shoulder drew her attention away from another night of enraptured hedonism. She snapped out of her dream and sat straight up in bed. This was the real. She was again alone. She must have chosen the wrong pill when it was offered to her; the red or the blue. She needed the real.
There was no man in front of her, no wet footprints on the floor, and that part of him that she had reached for was no longer there.
Delaney shook off the disappointment of her greatest desire that was again out of her reach. She also remembered that her fantasy man had no face. Who was he? He made her feel the sweetest stirrings in every part of her body; a body that was ready to be awakened and ready to take intimacy by the reigns. She wanted that ride to ecstasy. Her mystery man was all-in. Was she?
Looking around her bedroom, she chuckled out loud, winking at the old, self-denying Delaney she imagined was standing at the foot of the bed shaking her finger to dissuade her. She was tired of her. She blinked her eyes like a genie actually would and the old Delaney disappeared. This Delaney who was now woke was more than ready to say yes!
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