Ten Days in Paradise

Day Four

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"Oooh, Mike... This is so good..."

It was passionate. I thought it was real. It did feel real. Mike was on top of me and we were making love... 

Unfortunately, I woke up without finishing what was started and I realized that it was just a dream. I was so disappointed.

Why the hell did I have to wake up in the middle of something that could've been glorious in the end?

I sighed, several times.

I thought it was real, I told myself. I did feel Mike. And wow... that awesome feeling...

Still on my bed, I closed my eyes again. I tried to get back into the dream, or at least tried to make my body feel the sensation that the dream gave me--Mike's kisses, his body gently weighing down on me, his manhood invading me...

But it was useless. I couldn't even capture a little bit of the feeling.

Why can't I? I desperately asked myself.

Because it's not real, my other self replied. Mike was never with you in this bed. He was never on top of you. And I doubt he would ever be.

Oh, c'mon, I argued. Mike will not refuse me if I offer myself to him. I'm a good looking sexy young woman and I can give him a great time if he'd just make a move.

My other self was not convinced. Why would he bother with you? With his good looks and great personality, he could easily get any girl in bed without much difficulty. Who knows, he could've been sleeping with his girls in this resort every night, without you noticing it.

That thought made me incredibly jealous. But why? I asked myself. Am I falling in love with Mike? Or is it just my pride acting up? Am I afraid to be outdone again by an Asian harlot to the guy that I like?

Why am I thinking of these things anyway?

Damn...

Disgusted with myself, I stood up to shake my thoughts away. Then I went straight to the bathroom for my morning shower.

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Half an hour later, while I was taking my breakfast and my morning cappuccino at the cafeteria, Mike came in and approached me.

Staring at him as he walked towards me, the scene became a slow-mo movie clip to my eyes. There he was, with his masculine strides, wearing his usual long sleeved tees, his gorgeous eyes on me and his beautiful lips adorned with his usual timid smile...

"Good morning," he said when he sat down across me.

I had to pry myself away from the spell to be able to respond normally. "G-Good morning..."

"Did you get a good night sleep?" he asked.

I nodded. "Yes, I did."

He went straight to the point. "I'm supposed to show you around today, I mean, show you the other parts of Zambales. But I have to run a few errands first. I think I'll be back in an hour or two, then we're good to go."

I smiled. "That'll be great."

"You can do a lot of things while waiting for me. You can swim, play pool, or spend some time at the gym..."

I shrugged my shoulders. "I'll rather wait for you."

"You might get bored waiting."

I gave him a naughty wink. "Of course not. Waiting for you will never be boring."

He sighed, still smiling. "Okay. I'll see you later then." Then he stood up, turned around, and walked away.

Staring at him as he walked away, everything went slo-mo again. But there seemed to be a sudden 'hunger' between my legs, the same thing I felt back in the dream.