The Lighthouse Siren

The Dream Chapter 3

I wake up panting in a cold sweat, a vague vision  of sea green eyes, silky honey curls, and the sweetest siren song, come to me,  whispers in my ear. The feel of her soft curves under my fingers, the heat of her soft, plaint body pressing up against me, and the lingering taste of vanilla and strawberries on my lips have cause a visceral reaction. The shiver of need in my belly and my body hardening with desire...

I shake my head. I haven't had a reaction like this since I was a teenager. I haven't even thought of being with another woman since I tossed Janet out. I"m not the type to go get laid just to get over another woman.

Maybe I should rethink my position...

But, no. I can't even think of another woman.

The soft siren call... come to me... echoes in my head and pulls at my desperate need to touch...

But this is crazy! No way am I gonna tell the guys about this. I would never live it down!

I look at the clock as I pace, waiting for my coffee.

It's 3:20 in the morning, but there is not a chance in hell I'd ever go back to sleep now.

Surely the strong bitter taste of black coffee will wipe me from the last lingering fog of the dream...

My coffee machine beeps at me, letting me know I can now have the worlds strongest cup of coffee ever made. I poor the dark liquid into my mug and take a deep breath. I feel like I'm a drug addict, shaking all over, waiting for my next fix. Only it's not the coffee I'm addicted to.

I take a great gulp and burn my mouth, hoping the searing pain will burn away the last of my lust.

A soft, sexy voice crawls over my skin and breathes in my ear, find me...

I drop my mug on the counter top so hard, I may have cracked it, spilling the contents all over the granite top and not giving a damn.

I run to my computer and my shaky fingers fly over the keys, not even knowing what it is I am typing into my  search engine until it's found the results.

I do a double take.

Lighthouse Siren with multiple likes appears in front of my face, like magic.

I click the first link. I'ts a 5 year old news report about the history of the lighthouse.

"Back in 1955, and old lighthouse, nicknamed the "Treasure House" was home to CPO Samuel David. He had spent 5 years guarding an alleged "cursed treasure" kept at the base of the lighthouse itself. He guarded it against pirates and drug runners.

On September 26th, he brought his new bride to his home. However, his Commanding Officer had  ordered him to take the treasure off the island and return it to US soil, to leave his bride on their wedding day.

Our sources report that the schooner was caught in a wave from the approaching Hurricane Janet..."

At that, I stop and laugh at the irony. My ex, Janet, was definitely a hurricane in my life. Twisted everything up and spat it out, causing massive amounts of distruction.

I continue reading.

"pushing the ship up into the lighthouse, causing it to tilt. The ship  crashed and sank to the bottom of the Caribbean Sea. Everyone on board died.

The remains of the young wife were found on the catwalk by the lantern. No one knows for sure why she was up there. Conflicting reports on how she died have never been satisfactory  enough to put on her death certificate.  But her family believes she died of a broken heart..."

The article continues on, but I can't read any more. A pain of longing constricts my heart. Loneliness  and emptiness consume me. This poor woman had been taken away from everything she knew, to spend the rest of her days with the man she loved. But their life and love was cut short. I don't think there is anything more tragic...

Finally, I skim to the bottom of the article.

"To this day, the siren's call of treasure has lured more than 5 ships to their deaths, and more have just disappeared all together. We have no evidence of such, but maybe the curse of the treasure continues on, pulling men in. 

Since the events of Hurricane Janet, the lighthouse has been renamed the Siren's Lighthouse, due to  men being pulled to the treasure, like a siren's song."

But it wasn't treasure that lured me at all. I needed to find her and... What? I'm lusting after some chick that has been dead for 65 years. If it's even her...They never showed her picture, or even mentioned her name..

It's not even like when we find the lighthouse, because there is no question in my mind we will, that I would be able to make love to her, like every cell in my body was demanding me to do at this moment.

No other woman will ever be able to sate this desire for her. The need... The longing... A sudden realization hits me. My desire for her is going to drive me mad.

Friday can't get here fast enough!