I woke up feeling his warmth next to mine. his skin against mine. His eyes boring into mine. His voice tantalising my ears.
Only he was not mine.
Except in my imagination.
I closed my eyes. There he was. In my mind again.
The thing is, he taught me a naughty word. Yes it’s a well known, widely used word, but for me, it’s a word I’d always loathed. He changed that. He changed the very definition of this word. It’s form, the sounds, it’s meaning all became clear to me. It became a good word. A very good word indeed.
Since then, I could not get this word or him out of my mind.
My body throbbed at the thought of it and him saying this word. I bit my finger and resisted trailing it downwards.
There was not enough time.
I got up. He only gave me a short respite before entrancing me with his presence once more.
In the shower, as I lathered my skin with the soapy bubbles, I closed my eyes. It was not I that was doing the work, but him, working up a good lather all over my body, whilst whispering seductively, in my ear.