What Have I Gotten Myself Into?

What Coincidence..

Ngh...just a little harder...

My head was fogged up, my skin being pressed in areas I didn't know was possible to feel so good in. If I had touched the area myself, I would have been crying in a language that does not exist, in sounds very alien-so.

Groaning softly, I urged for more intensity, my mind clouded with pleasure as unfamiliar sensations electrified my skin. The firm grasp of hands around my hips sent shivers down my spine, their touch dancing tantalizingly close to sensitive areas.

With a mixture of pain and relief, I clung to the sheet, the towel on my back offering little comfort against the persistent yet calculated movements. A cool liquid was silently applied, heightening the sensations as fingers teased dangerously close to forbidden territory.

"Just a bit more here," a voice intruded, breaking the haze of pleasure as I struggled to catch a relaxed mindset. The sensation of hands on my waist drew out a primal response, my body responding eagerly to their expert touch.

"Mphmm..." I moan, almost suffocated on my salvia as the hands snaked to my nape, the idea of suffocating on hands gripping my airway off was twitching my second heart.

"Are you close..." Just that half question, the sentence not even able to finish itself, catches me hitching on the bed, releasing my hands until I let out a final moan. 

"Goodness! That felt so good!" I cried out, thanking the sauna lady. As the session came to an end, I released a satisfied cry, grateful for the rejuvenating experience. With limbs trembling, I changed into a robe, feeling refreshed and invigorated.

 I had been busy all the these weeks that my body was getting tense as hell, I needed to go on a break and came to the sauna. 

She excused herself afterwards and I left as well, making my way to the steam room, I relished the newfound lightness in my body. The quiet atmosphere enveloped me as I settled into the comforting warmth, feeling the tension melt away with each passing minute.

Surrounded by a few fellow sauna-goers, the tranquility of the moment washed over me, providing a welcome respite from the overwhelming life events. As I closed my eyes and let the steam envelop me, I couldn't help but wonder about my baby daddy.

Amidst the rhythmic sound of the steam and the comforting warmth, my thoughts drifted to him. I made no effort to look for him nor find his whereabouts but he lingers in the back of my mind like the itchiness that just never gets satisfied. 

Pressing my arms folded to my toweled breast, squeezing junks of them in each other, I couldn't help but imagine the first night. I've drank too much then, despite remembering his displeased face but the faint rough grip of his hands around my waist-

"Goodness of feathers!" I shook with fright at the sudden appearance at the door. Looking up I saw another woman join in the stream room, lying on the wood and dozing off then and there. Hell! That almost creeped my skins off!  

If I had been like any other days ago, I would've been scared still, unable to still live in faint memory and lust, but my body quickly recovered and felt desperate for touch once more. His touch.

I turned towards the wall when just in that instance, in the corner of my eye, I see a faint of dark brown locks past by the door window, walking past strong and quietly in such manners that came off sexy in the same short period. 

I stumbled to the door and went out, my brain dizzy from the sauna but I can clearly see him, walking towards a boy I remember very well. My body seems to be acting up just at the realization of the man who left a good mark inside me. 

"Does he show up whenever I think of him?" I mumbled to myself, my eyes stuck on the towel hang on his tan and hard waist, stomach abs-ed. I don't remember that body too well, reasons due to faint memories caused by alcohol.

If that were true, he would've appeared every night in different clothes each time, playing a different act each time. I was struck with the same person who's acting pleased in a public place, a smile planted on his lips, turning something in my heart I didn't know could stamp on than in the category of lust. 

Now, I wonder if he thinks of me. I acted strongly on that call the last time I saw him, his same still face never faltered in that moment, not even in the same faint memory of our first night-stand. But here, I'm seeing an expression I have not and not even a worry for sexual satisfaction even matters anymore. I just want time to stop so I could stare longer. As if that's not creepy...I've been too damn creepy now that I think about it-

In that instant, the kid was just about to look in my way.

 Some people begin to stare instead; I've been in the same position for so long, I'd believe I've gone insane myself, but so close yet so far from me is the same man, showing an expression I want to make him wear. The expression I'm hoping he'll make when I'm holding his son. 

He did not wore a ring, he does not even now. He can excuse it off, saying he would not want to lose it in a public place such as the sauna but-....A women walked up to them, El greeted her happily and hugged her when she opened her arms. 

She bore a ring on her finger and he seems to acknowledge her presence, smiling at her as well, though it wasn't noticeable. She has slender long legs, hair as straight as my heart beat silencing right now. El was just seconds from looking my way and she entered the picture. 

Was she always in the picture? With her long blonde hair and beautiful figure? 

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(A/N)

I want to apologize for the chapters so far...I didn't think it'd be so sexualizing and uh- horny. If you seem to like it still, I'm glad...

Ahem. A Message:

You look as beautiful as a city covered with snow to the very tip, the scenery of when no one exists in that beautiful time of beauty. <3