After a long wait of ten years, she was finally on the verge of fulfilling her dream - the dream of meeting her father. Excited and anticipated as she was so close to reuniting with her beloved father whom she had not seen or heard from for such a l...
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I saw you in my dream, sir.
Out of all the nightmares I had, it was the worst one.
It wasn't a nightmare though.
It was a bad dream. A dirty dream. Obnoxious. Obscene. Vulgar.
I saw it under the four walls of your house, under your presence.
I was so shocked after waking up because it was the worst I could think about you. I never thought about anyone in that way still, I got a dream like that.
At the time I got out of the room wearing his shirt, I was so uncomfortable but when his eyes landed on me and the way it slithered up to my body and fortuitously paused on my cleavage, then I observed he hesitated, his adam apple bobbed up and down and how his eyes were temporized before meeting mine.
I felt the awkwardness between us, I felt him getting nervous but it gave me the courage to walk towards him and ask him to fold my sleeves.
While he was doing it, his fingers casually brushed my skin, and dopamine stimulated my body.
That time I didn't only want him to do this for me, my mind was somewhere else, on the wrong track. I wanted him to touch me, my body craved it, and I was longing for it but I controlled myself I didn't want it to happen this way or he would think of me as a pervert otherwise.
As soon as he was done rolling up my sleeves I got home without extending the absurd conversation, I didn't want him to know about my dream or my intentions.
All the lewd things floating in my head after having him in my dream. I wanted him to touch me like he did in my dreams.
Sensually.
I wanted him to touch me in all the wrong ways.
That was the most unfamiliar thought evoked in my head which gave me goosebumps all over my system.
Why do I want it?
I wanted to know the answer to all the questions that arose in my head as soon as possible so I hit up Lucy to talk to her about it, I needed someone so bad to talk about this matter or I wouldn't able to sleep. I dialed her number but her phone was switched off. I remembered that she was at Shawn Mandes's concert today she informed me about it a couple of days back in school.
Should I ask Albert about it? No not at all. don't need to create a blunder.
Lastly, I decided to search for it on the internet.
After researching for thirty minutes, I concluded that I liked him.
Yes
I like him
That's what the internet said.
What the -
I shut down my laptop and got up from my study table hiding my face in my palms.
