✔️Soundtrack To My Life (18+) part 1

Hot N Cold

Sam, December 2003

I can't get her off of my mind, from the moment I saw her at my party, it felt like I was discovering her all over again, her timeless beauty, genuine smile and pure heart of gold. For years I've tried to find it in others but I was being completely naive, there is and always will be only one Veronica Kreslin.

She looked sensational, those red, pouty lips begging to be kissed and that dress, holy fuck, it clung to her body like it was painted on, showing off every delicious curve and her signature coconut scented perfume, the same she'd been wearing since the day I first laid eyes on her back in high school. I couldn't concentrate on anything else but her, proudly introducing her to my friends who, up until now, had only heard me sing her praises. Then the end of the night came and as I hugged her goodbye I wished nothing more than she was coming back home with me, instead of Shay and Bridge. Instead I was stuck going home with the sour bitch from hell, Beth.

The taxi ride back to Chelsea with Bethany was the let down of my evening. I was already annoyed with her at the beginning of the night for attempting to steal Shayla's thunder by taking credit for organising the party. Who the hell did she think she was kidding? Shayla had put everything into making it an amazing night and she deserved the credit. Bethany would never had done something so generous and thoughtful for anyone but herself. 

I knew she was angry at me, she's always angry at me about something, it seems but I just couldn't give two shits this time, not when I knew Veronica was here, in London. It was something I'd only ever fantasised about but now my fantasies were a reality. 

I laid my head down on the pillow, exhausted from the long day after the win against Tottenham Hotspur, which pushed up into first place in the league and then there was the awesome surprise party, thrown in my honour where I got the greatest surprise of all, my Bunny girl. I closed my eyes and began to drift off to sleep.

Veronica filtered into my dream, wearing the same red dress she had on at the party but now we were alone, in my bedroom back in Manchester. She pushes me down on the bed and makes me watch from a distance as she unzips the dress teasingly slow until she reaches the bottom and just lets it fall to the floor, while she stands before me in her glorious, naked form.

She drops to her knees before me, looking up at me seductively as she wraps those red, coated lips around my cock. It feels so fucking good, so real, my hand entwines in her hair and I swear I can actually feel it beneath my fingers.

I groan loudly as she takes me in deeper. Ive had sex dreams before, loads of them featuring Veronica but none have ever felt as real as this.

"I fucking love you Bunny." I moan, feeling the pleasure building inside of me and not knowing how long I can hold myself back but suddenly it comes to an end, Veronica disappears and I'm pulled from my dream by a stinging slap across my face. I open my eyes to find Bethany giving me a murderous glare as I try to make sense of why I'm pants-less with a hard on.

Oh holy shit, I'm a dead man.

"Beth it was an accident, I was dreaming, I didn't even know you were..." Fuck, Fuck, Fuck, how am I going to get out of this one? In my defence, Beth and I haven't been intimate for many months and she only ever goes down on me when she knows she's crossed a line and is trying to win me back.

"You called me Bunny" She screams at me. "Do you have any idea how fucking insulting that is Sam? When I'm down there, servicing you and you're thinking of her." She's ripping into me and all I can think about is where the hell are my pants? I'm freezing my bollocks off right now. 

"How about in future, you don't violate a man while he's sleeping." This isn't all my fault, I wasn't even given an opportunity to consent to it and I have no control over who or what I dream about.  Who am I kidding? It's always my fault.