This is my first erotic story ever, but I welcome constructive criticism. Apologies if I didn’t tag it quite correctly. I’ve kept the narrator details light so you can imagine yourself in their place, and spending time with the woman in the story. Enjoy!
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A gentle melody filled the early morning air. A sound like an old music box. It was playing a song that sounded so familiar, but I couldn’t quite place.
Then suddenly, as if someone had turned an imaginary volume knob to the proverbial eleven, the melody became loud and unbearable. Gentle music box notes hitting me like large chunks of hail pelting my ears.
I woke up.
My lids heavily eased open to see my phone alarm going off. My fingers fumbled with the touch screen for a few seconds before they finally slid the alarm to stop.
A deep breath.
After what felt like forever, I sat upwards and slowly slid my feet onto the floor. I shuffled around my room gathering running clothes and a pair of socks, and I stumbled putting them all on despite sitting down as I did it.
A deep breath.