The Heat Exit

Chapter 2

Ariana moaned louder. Taking deep breaths. Her back was sweating; she could feel the pressure rise in her breasts. She rubbed harder. Moving her middle finger in a circular motion on her clitoris was giving her heavenly pleasure. She was stretching her feet, sometimes giving her legs the shape of V, or sometimes bending them at the knees. She raised her waist as she moved her finger faster, with a sudden jerk she slowed down the movement. Her left hand in her hair, slightly pulling, while the other hand worked down. Her heartbeat was raised. She was prone to open and close her eyes, the sensation that was created in her body resembled cold waves of an ocean. She was beautifully pleasing her body with a single touch. She let out several moans as she was reaching the climax. She gave small jerks with her finger parting her legs and raising one in the air. She screamed with desire. Her finger was wet. She moved it harder but slower this time and caught speed gradually. Her hair was a mess. She was experiencing the twitching of her body. Another loud moan, short rapid breathing. She was comfortable. One final rub and she reached orgasm. Her nipples erect.

She sat up breathing hard. Her eyes wide open. She wasn't in her senses. She looked around. Felt her finger. Completely dry. It wasn't soon she realized she was dreaming. What an erotic dream. She thought desperately. She lay back down, comforting her head on her pillow. She hugged her arm around it. It was her favorite pillow. She always slept on it, and if she wouldn't she wouldn't be able to sleep. The pillow was fluffy and soft. It knows my comfort zone, she thought smiling. She landed a kiss on her pillow and started thinking of the dream she just had. As she thought of her dream she felt the urge to move her hand down between her legs. She felt nervous, her head felt light. She lightly bit her upper lip and rolled to lay flat on her stomach. She wanted to please herself, but at the same time she was thinking against it. Maybe she did not have the energy to feel an orgasm. But part of her wanted to feel the seductive pleasure. Lost in deciding whether or not to do the sexual exercise. She fell back to sleep.

She was awakened at 8'o'clock by her alarm. She opened her eyes, staring at the ceiling. She felt something warm pressed between her legs. Her heart skipped a beat, but then she realized it was her own hand inside her trouser. She quickly slipped her hand out disgusted. And the whole flashback came to her. The erotic dream. And the confusion of performing the act. I must have slept while doing it. She scolded herself. She felt her finger wet and numb with an annoyed look. She took a deep breath. She was upset. She looked out her window. Damn! I missed the sunrise. She quietly looked out the window. Her heart was aching. Feeling guilty for pleasuring herself in her sleep. It wasn't her hand to be down there. It should have been someone else's. Someone.... Her eyes were watery. She blinked her tears away. Since when are you strong. She heard a voice at the back of her head. She burst into tears. Covering her mouth from screaming. Biting her lower lip from moaning.

She looked around her room and cried more. She just remembered her furniture was gone. After returning to her room last night, she opened the door to her room. She was exhausted and wished for a long nights sleep, but as the lamp clicked on, her furniture was gone. She stood there horrified. Tears streaming down her cheeks. She was rich enough to buy the most expensive bed, but that bed came with a story. Her story. And not a single penny could bring back those memories. The memories of her love life. She had made love for the first time on that bed and now it was gone.

The thought of some other person sleeping or a couple cuddling on that made her angry. The left side of her head ached. She felt exasperated and bitter. She screamed and screamed until her lungs ached. Her throat went dry. Her parents had run up to her last night hugging her while she cried out her heart. Poor Ariana.

She wiped her tears and got up to get dressed. Today was a big day and she wanted to look her best. Today was destiny.