Nika Mühl is a professional women's basketball player on the Seattle Washington's team. Everyone loves and thinks of her as their pride and joy.
But what they don't know is that Nika has been cheating on her wife for a few weeks now. With her wife...
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Nika Mühl 23 | Seattle, Washington
I slid my hand up her thigh, my fingers tracing the edge of her panties. She gasped as I slip them underneath, finding her wetness. "Fuck, Nika," she breathed, her eyes fluttering shut. I grin, loving the way Ivy respond to my touch.
I pushed her panties aside and plunge a finger into her, relishing the way she clenched around me. Ivy moaned, her hips bucking up to meet my hand. I add another finger, stretching her, preparing you for what's to come.
She reached for me, her hands tugging at my clothes. I let her undress me, enjoying the way her eyes darkened with desire as she revealed my body. Once I'm naked, I straddled Ivy, my sweet spot grazing her thigh.
"I wanna' taste you." I whispered, my lips grazing her right ear. "Go ahead, what's stopping-"
I stirred, a cold sweat slicking my palms. I bolted upright, heart hammering against my ribs like a trapped bird. The dream clinging to me like the clinging spores of a moonpetal mushroom. I looked at the time on my phone, it read two-thirteen am.
It felt real, brutally real, a betrayal that clawed at my conscience even in the hazy aftermath of sleep. Zaria slept soundly beside me, her right arm across my torso. It wasn't just a simple dream of infidelity; it was a chaotic collision of logic and magic, a reflection of the hidden tensions within my own life.
I slowly picked up her arm and sat it down beside her. I swung my legs over the side of the bed, the cool floor a stark contrast to the fevered heat of the bed. I stumbled towards the bathroom, the image of Zaria's peaceful body burning itself into my memory.
The cold water I splashed onto my face did little to quench the intense dream I had. As I stared into the mirror, my mind traveled back to the dream. The lingering uncertainty about the dream's meaning chilled me more than the water ever could.
I grabbed my face towel, wiping the access water off before turning off the light and heading back to my bed. I shuffled under the covers to get comfortable. "You okay?" My head turned towards Zaria who was still mostly sleep. "Yea, just had to use the bathroom."
She scooted closer to me and wrapped her arm around my waist. She laid her head on my chest, "I love you." I cradled her head with my hand, placing a kiss on top of her head. "I love you too."
I still felt uneasy about the whole situation, but I was gonna try to put it aside and go back to sleep.
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Last night was rough! I spent the whole night chasing sleep. After that dream, I swear I only got two more hours of sleep. The morning light was a brutal assault on my eyes. Each blink felt like sandpaper, each movement of my limbs a struggle against an invisible weight.
I stumbled into the kitchen, the smell of coffee a welcome anchor. Zaria turned around from the counter. Her usually cheerful smile softened with concern as she took in my appearance.
"Hey, you okay?" Zaria's voice was gentle, a visible contrast to the buzzing in my skull. "You look like you got hit by a damn train!" I laughed, mustering up a weak, lopsided smile that probably looked more like a grimace. "Yeah, I didn't get much sleep last night."
Zaria poured coffee into my favorite mug, then set it down with a soft clink. She leaned against the counter, her gaze unwavering. "You're a little off, you know?" she observed, her brow furrowing slightly. "More than just tired. You're quiet and you seem stressed."
I felt a prickle, a sudden, unbidden urge to dismiss the observation. My right hand went instinctively to the back of my neck, my fingers pressing lightly, almost defensively.
Nah," I mumbled, my voice a little too quick, a little too dismissive. "Just slept wrong. My neck's a bit stiff, that's all." I gave it a little rub, a performative gesture. Zaria's gaze lingered on my hand, then flickered back to my eyes.
There was a flicker of something, a knowing suspicion, but she said nothing more, only getting up and putting the creamer back in the fridge. "Well, get some caffeine into you. I made your favorite – extra strong."
I took the mug, the warmth seeping into my cold hands. I took a long, fortifying sip, but as the steam rose, I couldn't shake the sensation from last night. I woken up with it, this vague, unsettling feeling, a cold spot where there shouldn't be one. Zaria's words, "a little off," had echoed the gnawing unease that had settled in my stomach.
Zaria exited the kitchen and went into the living room. She didn't have to work today so we were planning to spend the whole day together before I left for All-Star Weekend.
"Did you wanna' go out to eat later?" Z looked over at me, waiting for me to answer. "Yeah, that's cool wit' me." Zaria hummed, picking up her phone.
I tried to act normal and push any negative thoughts to the back of my head. I grabbed the remote and turned on the tv. Whatever happened last night is in the past. I don't know what it meant and I don't want to know.
