Samantha didn't want any drama.
Raihan was just looking for a good time.
Their coming together was the fickle nature of fate in the form of a camera click. One night of passion is all it takes to keep Samantha coming back for more, and Raihan simpl...
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Couldn't resist adding a cover for this one, but since I wanted a song, too, I have the pic the story lol :D Also, Raihan got some good dick man.
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A week. That's how long Samantha lasted before she decided she to find Raihan again.
She honestly tried not to. She tried to be content after the one night, but once the ache faded by the following evening, and as the days meshed together until seven flew by, she was unabashedly needy. Unbearably, too, and touching herself had done little good. It just didn't compare to what the tall, dark-skinned man was capable of, and the memory of their foreplay—both the club and the bedroom—was enough to get her wet even in the middle of lunch after the third day. It was embarrassing and she felt like a fool, and it'd only gotten worse when, for the first time in a while, she'd called her sister and told her about it.
Darcy, of course, was beyond excited and demanded every single filthy detail, which she gave, and her sister was so very, very proud,l. Samantha wanted to smack her for the tone in her voice. Instead, she'd only blushed with hot embarrassment and firmly told her sister that she definitely would not be seeking Raihan out any time soon. She couldn't make herself seem desperate, and it would be weird sticking to the same man for her second time—especially when she didn't want to date and neither did he. Darcy's only advice was to just "tap that ass" and then she had to leave to deal with Safari Zone problems.
Needless to say, the conversation did little to help so she spent the following days delving into her work, writing blogs about battle technique for different Pokémon types. She worked on her research reading, too, making sure to keep up to date with League regulations and even checked in with her Indigo League contact to let him know things were alright and to check up on her stipends. Everything was going fine, and he even invited her back home for a party to celebrate the newest Champions. She declined, as she did every year.
When that was done, she was left with training her Pokémon in the nearby Wild Areas for the day and enjoying relaxing nights with her team. Yet, for all the distraction, her thoughts always returned to the Dragon's Den where she'd first entered the dream and ended up tangled in the sheets with those icy cyan eyes staring right though her. It just wasn't right. It wasn't fair! How could one night of sex so completely ruin her and turn her into a pitiful wretch? Had she been dying for sexual release for so long and now her body, after twenty-two years of neglect, was starving for more? Why hadn't Darcy warned her!?
By Thursday night she'd had enough, and come Friday, exactly one week later, she knew she needed to have round two. She wanted—no, needed to find Raihan and try her luck. He might say no, she realized at one point, and the thought was frustrating. She wanted the kind of sex he provided, but it wouldn't be unreasonable for him to reject her. If she came crawling back so soon that would look like her wanting more than just a good time. She would maybe think so, anyways, which neither wanted. So she probably needed to find someone else, which she supposed that wasn't so bad—in fact, she could no doubt find a new partner at the same place she would looking for her original.
