A Riveting Collection Of Short Stories

Between Two Hearts

9:01 PM, Sunday

I dreamt of October, my long-time friend, and all the things I'd longed to do with her. Her body haunted my thoughts—curves that held me captive, from her deep hazel eyes that seemed to read every secret I hid to the inviting softness of her lips. My mind lingered on the way her body moved, her full breasts and the perfect curve of her hips, each part awakening a need I'd tried to suppress. She was intoxicating, and in that moment, I could think of nothing but her. As my fingers traced along the curves of my body, each movement ignited a fire within me. They danced lower, gliding over my soft skin, a gentle whisper of touch that sent shivers up my spine. As my fingertips brushed against the heat of my core, I gasped softly, feeling the world around me fade away, leaving only the sweet sensation of longing and desire. With the tension building within me, each movement brought me closer to the edge. Finally reaching that pinnacle, a wave of ecstasy washed over me, engulfing my senses and pulling me deeper into the bliss that had been building for so long. It was as if the world around me disappeared, leaving only the intoxicating rhythm of my heartbeat and the sheer pleasure of surrender.

8:56 PM, Sunday

Luke's lips pressed against my collarbone, his breath hot as he whispered my name, pulling me closer. His hands gripped my waist, firm but gentle, as he guided me beneath him. I let myself sink into the warmth of his body, the way his skin felt against mine—familiar and comforting. He moved with practiced ease, his hips rocking slowly as he slid inside me, drawing a gasp from my lips. I tried to focus on the moment, on the way he filled me, how his hands traced down my thighs, but flashes of something—or someone—else flickered in my mind. A brief image of dark brown hair, soft and tousled, caught in the sunlight. I pushed the thought away, biting my lip as Luke quickened his pace, his breath ragged in my ear.

He kissed me deeper, his tongue sliding over mine, and I responded, arching into him as the tension between us built. His body pressed harder against me, and I gripped his shoulders, my nails digging into his skin. I wanted to be present for him, to give him everything in this moment. Yet, in the heat of it all, there she was—her hazel eyes sparkling with a teasing look, her laughter ringing in my ears.

Luke groaned, his thrusts becoming more urgent, and I could feel myself getting closer, my body trembling beneath him. But as his hands tangled in my hair, a different touch ghosted through my mind—her fingers, soft and sure, brushing over my skin. Her lips, full and pink, were the ones I wanted to kiss.

The pressure built inside me, and I moaned louder, caught in the mix of physical pleasure and emotional confusion. As my body surged toward release, it wasn't Luke's hands I imagined on my skin—it was hers. The vision of her became clearer, her curves pressed against mine, her breath mingling with mine. The wave of pleasure hit, pulling me under, and in that final moment, as I cried out in ecstasy, it wasn't Luke's name that escaped my lips—it was Aurelia's.