Lustful Desire

"Don't stop..."

The words escaped from her lips as she breathed heavily and shaky as fingers gripped her thighs. It was firm and filled with desire as his mouth made way down to her neck. His body was almost into hers as the scent of him filled with a powerful odor, clean, unfamiliarly filled in the air. Her back curved as his lips made way for the center of his breast, his hands want down to her silk as he tried to pull it.

She gasped as she lifted her hips to meet his body. Everything about him was unknown. He was faceless, nameless but filled with desires, the short hair on his face which was on her skin, the weight of his palm on her thighs, the slow movement he made when he shifted her panties aside, his hands brushing on her desire filled body.

"Do you like that?"

His voice was velvet and smoke, a whisper behind the mask.

Her moan answered for her.Slow at first, then deep. She rubbed her fingers in his hair as her breath came out shallow amidst gasping, her body trembled as he grabbed her closer to the edge, his grip tightened and connected her to that moment. She was falling. Spinning. Almost...

Buzz, Buzz.

Nina's eyes opened immediately as her chest was rising and falling fast accompanied with her deep breath. The room was dark but the lighting up of her phone glow made it babies for her to see where it was. The air was still and filled with the desires from her dream. The sheets were rumpled around her legs, twisted from the way her body had twisted in her sleep.

She blinked as she rubbed her eye with the back of her hand almost amidst waking up from her dream but in reality, it was so quiet and lonely.

She breathed shakily as she sat up slowly and brushed her messy curly hair from her face with her fingers.

This was Nina.

Thirty-two and alone. It's not because she didn't want love, but because she always seemed to chase after the wrong kind of men. She wasn't the type who fell for sweet words or a surprise candlelight dinner. That had been years ago, when she was younger, more hopeful and more innocent. Back when she thought love came with guarantees. Now, she lived with a cautious heart, one that had been cracked too many times to count.

By day, she was a marketing consultant, sitting in video calls with men in suits who didn't know her name and clients who thought "urgent" meant "drop your life now." By night, she was a ghost in her own apartment, moving from fridge to couch to bed like a loop on repeat. Same wine. Same playlist. Same ache under her skin.

She wasn't ugly, far from it. Nina had a quiet beauty of a smooth brown skin that glowed under the sunlight, large cheekbones which people complimented on, and a perfect set of brown eyes that always looked like they were sparkling but beauty hadn't gotten her far, not with the kind of men who treated women like checkpoints on a game board.

She had loved deeply once. Gave her heart to a man who said forever and then left before spring even came. After that, she learned to keep things light. Casual. Safe. Men came and went. Some didn't even stay the night. And that was fine. Or so she told herself.

But truth be told, Nina was tired.

Tired of pretending hookups didn't leave her hollow. Tired of forcing laughs at bad dates with men who talked only about themselves. Tired of scrolling through messages that started with "hey sexy" and ended with "u up?"

She missed feeling something real. Something reckless. Something that made her breath catch and her skin come alive.

And maybe that's why the dream had felt so vivid because her body, her soul, was starving for more. For fire, for danger, for a man who didn't put rules for unfulfilled desire.

Her eyes went to her phone again, still glowing in the dark as a soft buzz and a single notification popped up.