⚢𝐖𝐚𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐧 𝐃𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐡[gxg](txs)

"I hate you."

⚠︎ᴡᴏᴜʟᴅ ʜɪɢʜʟʏ sᴜɢɢᴇsᴛ ɢʀᴀʙʙɪɴɢ sᴏᴍᴇ ʜᴏʟʏ ᴡᴀᴛᴇʀ ᴏʀ sᴋɪᴘᴘɪɴɢ ᴜɴᴛɪʟ ɪᴛ's sᴀғᴇ! ɪғ ʏᴏᴜ ᴅᴏ sᴛᴀʏ ( ; ᴇɴᴊᴏʏ~⚠︎

I can feel it this time, I'm dreaming...

Perhaps that's what makes it so much more realistic.

It's strange, I don't know exactly where I am right now.

Everything is dark, but there is the slightest sliver of orange light in the outline of a door. It's the pebble of light shining through a keyhole that clarifies that it is one.

I approach the door, willingly, unlike all the other unusual dreams.

I gently twist the doorknob and suddenly, my vision fades. Moments after I regain my vision slowly, but I lose control of my body. As the world around me materializes I notice that it's a bedroom. An orange glowing lamp shines on the left bedside table. On the right is a large window, but the night is too dark to make out any shapes of the outside world. The room is tidy, the bed neatly made. That's when I notice a sound stop that I hadn't realised existed the entire time. A sizzling had come to a halt.

I regain slight control of myself and decide to investigate the sound, or rather, the absence of it. There's a door to the left, I realize. I hear a slight clutter, drawing my feet towards it on their own accord. Just as my hand reaches for the doorknob, it twists on the other side and the door swings open with a thrust, pushing me to the side. I don't feel any pain, of course, but it startles me enough that I feel my heartbeat in my throat. I am dreaming, I remind myself.

Regaining myself, I turn around to identify the person that had swung a door in my fa- Ren. Of course it's Ren. A very much-
Shit!
My mouth hangs agape from the sight in front of me. Ren, not a fibre of clothing on her body. She's- fuck- she's fucking beautiful. Her body is unlike anything I have ever seen. Her neck, lean and thin, clavicles under her skin meeting at a perfect V, her shoulders- fuck.
I can already feel my a puddle of heat swirling in my core, dampening me by the mere sight of her that is ubstructed every now and then by a towel.
Her breasts, full, not big, not small, nipples pink and erect in the chilly air. Droplets cling off her skin, glistening golden in the light of the lamp. Her stomach, row apon row of delicate muscles drag my eyes down, leaving me to gasp at the sheer strength of her. Her hips, shit-
Distinct, broad, perfect hips. I lean against the wall as my shameless gaze trails lower. The V where her hips meet her legs, down- fuck.
There is something about woman that shave neatly but leave an upside down triangle to please the eyes, and, do, they, please...
My lip finds itself between my teeth and I'm sure that it saved me from drooling on her marble floors. I want to taste her.
NO! FUCK, MERL! YOU DON'T!
I groan at the sight of those legs, lean and long, perfect. I imagine running my hands along the insides of them, pushing them apart- shit.
Shit, shit, shit, shit... No, Merl! Bad Merl! Bad!
But, God do I love things I cannot have.
Even her feet are perfect, long and lean.
I inhale, the throb between my legs manifesting as she rubs moisturizer over her breast, the nipple springing momentarily before she catches it underneath her thumb, rubbing in a teasing circle, just once. Once enough to coax another throb from my core, the sharp pain shooting through me mercilessly. I push my thighs together, sighing at the slight feeling of my clit being compressed.

She doesn't see me, or sense my presence, I am a mere voyeur, watching her from a corner of her own room like a perverted creep. This type of thing isn't like me. This type of feeling isn't like me. I don't think I've ever been this horny in my life.

A quick reminder of the previous dreams shoot through my head. The way she kissed me, my tongue not having been able but to respond to her fervour. The way she pushed that lean leg between mine and rubbed my clit into an orgasm, I having been gone by the first touch of her tongue on my breast, pretending I was asleep. The sound of our unified moans as she came against my leg with mirrored pleasure from mirrored action that my body didn't grant me control over. The memories pull a warm glow to my clit that refuses to subsite. My thighs press closer together involuntary. Fuck, Ren, what are you doing to me?