Jennifer  Trevino His Possession Beware of the pleasures that govern your nightmares... 
 
 
 [Wicked Dream] 
 
  “Blaze you are mine,” he whispered sweetly into my ear, his warm breath fanning it just below the earlobe. A warm shiver ran up my spine as he pushed me against the bed, and lay on top of me on his knees and hands. I was astonished that this stranger was so bold as to say something to a girl he didn’t even know. 
 
 
             “But who are you?” I found myself asking as his fingers began to open the white button shirt I wore, a keen smirk underlining his chiseled face. He couldn’t be more than twenty years old, and had a muscular frame, onyx black hair and eyes, and a six o’clock shadow on his jaw.   
 
 
             His smirk widened and showed a dimple on his left cheek as he unclasped the silver tie around his neck. “I see today you want to play another game,” he chuckled and I raised my eyebrows in confusion, tilting my head to the side. 
 
 
             “Huh?” I mumbled as the distance between us began to diminish, his lips descending onto my own. A gasp escaped my parted lips in shock; here I was situated underneath an unknown male on a bed, kissing him. 
 
 
             “Please-um…stop,” my voice faltered as he touched my inner thigh, a warm sensation filled my stomach as the kiss became more aggressive. His tongue entered my mouth and seemed to explore me so intimately, battling against my own. Saliva dribbled off my chin and I closed my eyes as his other hand came up to remove the clothing that separated our warm bodies. 
 
 
             “I can’t wait to make you all mine,” he groaned his tone filled with raw desire. I was puzzled by his words but none the less was silent as he took his shirt off, exposing a muscular chest and defined abs. “Do you like what you see?” He questioned as he caught my heated gaze.   
 
 
             “I…um well,” I paused feeling my cheeks flame up at the intense stare he was giving me. How am I supposed to answer to this stranger? 
 
 
             “Hmn, could it be that you are trying to challenge me?” He leaned forward and grasped my breast, circling his thumb over my hardened nipple. I shook my head and felt embarrassed having him eye me with that glint that suggested he wanted to ravish me all night. “I’ll take that as a yes, tonight I’m going to make you scream until your voice is hoarse,” he declared as his lips moved against my nipple. I gasped and was about to slap him with my free hands, when suddenly his expert fingers went over the barrier of my panties and nestled against my sensitive clit. 
 
 
             I felt a smile appear on his face as he suckled on my nipple, his hand under my stomach tracing the throbbing clit that seemed to suddenly crave for his touch. An involuntary moan escaped from my lips and he chuckled, it was deep and low like his voice that seemed to drip honey when he uttered a sound. 
 
 
             His finger climbed lower and then slipped inside my wet cunt, he groaned loudly and deepened his fingers. “You are so tight,” he moaned as his fingers massaged my inner skin. I was too consumed in the ecstasy that I didn’t realize he had lowered his head and positioned it right in front of my glistening cunt, his lips brushing against them. 
 
 
             “Ah! Not there-0h please,” I couldn’t contain myself it was so elating that it brought me over the edge of reason. He licked over my throbbing cunt, his nose against my clit as he licked my insides with passion. I moaned as he explored me and kissed me so deeply and profoundly. 
 
 
             I couldn’t contain myself as my climax came and overpowered me, my body shaking as my fluids escaped into his mouth. He sat up and licked the glistening wetness on his lips, “Babe we’re just getting started.” 
 
              Ring…Ring…Ring…Ring! 
             I awoke to the sound of an annoying alarm situated beside my bed, my eyesight a blur as I adjusted them to the bright light showering in from my window. I sat up rather lazily and yawned loudly stretching my limp arms. 
             My body ached for some unknown reason, and I pondered for a good two minutes about the reason before giving up and standing up with tired limbs. When I passed the mirror it took me a few seconds to realize that on my neck and chest there was red sore marks on the skin. 
             They astonishingly resembled hickies, which would be bizarre because there is no way a boyfriend-less girl with no experience in intimate relationships could bare such a mark. 
             But there was the evidence imprinted on my skin, so noticeable on my pale skin. Then at that moment I also realized something else…around my neck was a silver tie with the initials  A. H.  
 
 
 
 [Naughty Daydream] 
      I can’t help but wonder about the dream I had today in the morning, it was just so surreal. As if it had been real and it frightened me that I could be so feisty with a stranger. I raised my hand up to my lips and touched the tender skin with my fingertips, his lips still lingered on where he kissed me. 
             Should I be worried about this dream? 
             It was the first time I had dreamt a wet dream, and honestly speaking it was something I looked forward to. But how is it that I can remember the dream so clearly? 
             I blinked in confusion and shook my head at the perplex thoughts racing through my mind; it was too difficult to answer something that was just an illusion. I should probably just forget about it, since it was just a dream…it had no meaning. 
             “What’s wrong Blaze?” Lea asked as she turned around in her seat and faced me, her bright emerald eyes sparkling in curiousness. Lea has been my best friend since fifth grade when we had saved each other from the clutches of the guys, and have always been together since then. 
             “Nothing, I just can’t seem to concentrate,” I answered referring to Mrs. Flores monotone lesson that seemed to lead my mind away into a tired wonderland. Lea understood my words, because we seemed to be the only two that always dazed off into sleep whenever Mrs. Flores parted her lips to speak. 
             “I know, it’s like if she is purposely making us go to sleep,” she chuckled and glanced around the classroom, we were separated into groups with our next door seatmates, and working on some problems assigned. 
             “Um…Blaze can you answer this question next?” My partner a shy boy with his face hidden behind the long hair that reached to his shoulders and huge glasses that cast shadows over his face said. 
             “Sure,” I nodded my head and got the sheet of paper, Lea watched with a mischievous smirk. She had already finished with her partner and was waiting for me to finish so we can talk about my dream. 
             “Gosh you are so slow Blaze,” Lea teased and I replied in a huff of frustration. I wasn’t dumb I just took things in my own time, and right now I couldn’t seem to answer these questions as quick as Lea. 
             I finished and let the boy next to me, Alexander, to finish the last two, since he had already did most of the sheet. He was a nice guy, it’s just that I never seemed to pay much attention to him. 
             “So?” Lea probed. 
             “What?” I raised my eyebrows. 
             “Are you going to tell me about this dream?” She inquired with a silly expression that screamed desperate and curious. I nodded, but just as I was ready to tell her all about the sexy man that had claimed me the teacher stood up and announced that our time was over. 
             You can imagine how bored I was as Mrs. Flores spoke about the equations and formulas that we needed to write down for the upcoming test. My fingers played around with the pencil in my hand, my head bent low. 
             “And you transfer the x to the….” I scarcely caught sentences from Mrs. Flores, my eyes seemed to close involuntary. Soon I found her voice disappearing, and my head fall on the desk, my eyes closed as the darkness claimed me. 
              “…aze….Blaze…Blaze,” a deep voice rebounded off my ears, and as I awoke there stood the handsome man from the morning dream. He wore a white button down shirt with khaki pants, which made him, appear like a teacher, especially because he was seated on the teacher’s desk.   
 
             “What?” I raised my head and realized I was still in the classroom, but now it was empty and the sunlight was bright as it showered inside the classroom. I was confused and yet excited over the fact that I got to meet this handsome man once more. 
 
 
             “It’s about time you woke up,” he remarked as he raked a hand through his unruly dark hair. I blushed remembering my hand running over the silky mass of hair, and his voice muttering sexual comments and noises. 
 
 
             “What are you doing here?” I implored as I stood up from my desk and went over to where he was. There was much paperwork on the desk, and his hand cradled a red crimson apple. 
 
 
             “Can’t you tell?” He licked his lips, with the tip of his pink tongue; the same tongue that had explored my most intimate areas in my body. “I came here to punish you, what kind of wife ignores her duties as a student,” he informed me as he twirled the apple by the stem. 
 
 
             “Wife? What are you…?” I trailed off feeling more confused than the last time. More questions began to pile up in my head, all without answers. This was too tiring that I just let that slide, and asked him instead. 
 
 
             “Who are you really?” My eyes held his for a slight moment before he smirked. He stood up from his seat and grabbed my hand pulling me against his body, which I may add was hard. 
 
 
             “Well right now I’m your teacher,” he said as his hands trailed over my smooth thigh. His lips kissed the crook of my neck, and the thrill rushed through my veins knowing what was about to unfold. “And I’m going to have to punish you for dozing in the middle of class,” his lips ascended to my lips. 
 
 
             I relished over the delicious flavor that flowed from his mouth, I shut my eyes and let him violate me. My legs wrapped around his legs and my hands into his hair, our lips moving together in hunger. 
 
 
             After a while he stopped and set my back against the table, and took my panties off. I lay there with flustered cheeks as he took me in, his eyes momentarily stopping over my legs. 
 
 
             “Now turn around young lady,” he demanded with an intent engrossed stare that sent a shiver up my spine. I complied to his demand and turned, feeling my plaid skirt ride up, exposing my ass to his hungry gaze. 
 
 
             This is a new reason to hate the private school I attended, for making us wear uniforms that helped create too many sexual illusions for the men. But it is partly my fault for raising it one centimeter over the exceeded limit the school allowed. 
 
 
             “You are such a bad girl, Blaze,” he rasped as his hand groped my left cheek. I gasped and wondered what he was going to do to me, is this some form of punishment? 
 
 
             “You know what I do to bad girls like you?” He questioned as his nail trailed down to my ass crack. I shook my head and felt a moist substance form on my cunt; I was really getting turned on having my body on the desk with my ass in full view. 
 
 
             What would happen if someone came into the room? Or happen to glance inside the window? 
 
 
             Instead of worrying over those questions, they just raised my excitement and made me wetter. This stranger noticed and chuckled darkly at my plain enthusiastic mood. “I make them cum,” at his words his hand came down onto my skin. 
 
 
             I screamed as the pain overflowed through my ass cheeks, tears whelmed in my eyes and I sniffed. “I wonder how many should I give you as punishment?” He thought to himself aloud. 
 
 
             He rubbed his hand over my red flamed cheek, and then declared, “I’ll smack you nine more times.” 
 
 
             I gasped as his hand came down on my other butt cheek, the pain the same as the other, yet I found the sensation sexual. Being spanked on the teacher’s desk with my ass exposed to him really seemed naughty. 
 
 
              “You are such a perverted girl Blaze; does it really turn you on?” I answered with a small whimper. His hand came down again, and the pain flowed up to my womb, a moan escaping. 
 
 
             “What’s this your juices are overflowing,” he commented as his finger went down my ass to my swelling lips. “Ah~ no Sir,” I moaned as he rubbed his fingers over the sensitive skin there.   
 
 
             “Did you cum already?” He teased as he brought his fingers up to taste them, I blushed harder. “I’m still not letting you go Blaze, I’m going to make you cum harder,” he proclaimed as his hand slapped against my cheek. 
 
             “Ahh~ that’s so good!” I yelled my head rising as the ecstasy registered once again in my body. 
             “Excuse me, Miss. Conner?” Mrs. Flores questioned her thick eyebrows furrowing together as she glared at me from behind those glasses. I blinked and looked around the room realizing I was being watched by the whole class. 
             My cheeks burned from embarrassment, and my cheeks ached for some reason. I was timid by the loud yell I had caused in the middle of the class. Lea had wide eyes as she gave me a what-the-hell look, and all the boys were blushing by the sexual scream. 
   
             It doesn’t get worse than this… 
 
 
 
 [Supernatural Lover] 
   After an endless annoying rant from Mrs. Flores I was finally let out of detention and scurrying to arrive home to the comfort of my home. It was embarrassing moaning in class, but it was also embarrassing being gazed at by everyone in school mumbling some disgusting rumor. 
             My bum still ached, and I found it hard to believe my imagination was that good that it made me recall of my…lover. I decided that is what I was going to call him, since he seemed to dodge my questions in my dreams, he was just so mysterious. 
             But I can’t help but think that this man might not be imaginary, he was just so real and the way I always seem to wake up with some form of evidence on my body really left me breathless. 
             What seemed to make matters more worse I seemed to crave his touch, I wanted him to dominate me once again, so as I ran to my home I was thinking skeptical thoughts of him. Would he really show up if I fell asleep? 
             Who knows, I just have to try because I wanted to see his face and make him bring out my inner devious sex-maniac. To have him pound deeply into me and own me not only my body, but my heart. 
             As I turned the corner my body crashed against another and I fell backward, only to have a pair of arms shoot out and catch me in time. Electricity surged through my body as my eyes caught my savior’s dazzling onyx eyes. 
             “You!” I exclaimed as I took in the small features that resembled my…lover. It was as if he had emerged from my dreams and here he was clad in a black leather jacket with a pair of faded out jeans, his hair tied in the back in a small ponytail at the nape of his neck. 
             “What?” He raised his eyebrows in puzzlement, as if he did not recognize me. Unlike the one in my dream where his hair was cropped short and he seemed more mature, this one seemed almost my age. 
             “Um…it’s just that you look so familiar,” I explained as he let go of me and I took a step back. I tilted my head to the side and gazed at him, he certainly did look similar to him, and it was uncanny.  
             “Okay…” he trailed off with a simple shrug of his shoulders, he could care less is what his expression seemed to say. “Look Bla-I mean girl, you should get going its dangerous for a girl to walk home in the dark,” he said his eyes darting away from my suspicious stare. 
             “What did you almost call me?” I inquired taking a step forward; to my surprise this tall man took a step back. Why did he want to put distance between us? And why did he care about my safety? 
             Oh great, my life just seems to revolve around questions. 
             “Nothing, just go home,” he said as he walked past me. I turned ready to chase after him, but he was gone. Almost as if he wasn’t even there, was he also a figment of my imagination? 
             That night as I sat on my bed, the rustling of branches and the gentle breeze invaded my ears I was skeptical over falling asleep. If I fell asleep will he really be there? Ready to take me and push me over the brink of ecstasy and satisfy my sexual frustration? 
             “Only one way to find out,” I mumbled as I closed my eyes and prepared myself for the handsome man who seemed to be waiting for me behind my consciousness. 
              “Today you will satisfy me,” was the first thing he said as I entered a dark dimmed room, which seemed to glow from the candle next to the bedside. 
 
             “But Si--” 
 
 
             “You will call me Master tonight, my young mistress,” he cut me off and I looked down at my clothing. Immediately my arms came around my exposed chest, my nipples erect and the leather one piece groping my chest. It was tight around my body but in the same time loose enough to breathe and move around in. 
 
 
             “Can I ask you something?” I implored as I took a step close with my arms crossed over my chest, the high heels were a bit difficult to move on. 
 
 
             He arched a perfect eyebrow and smiled he sat up and the covers fell exposing a hard perfect body with a tint of a recent tan. I compared him to the teenager I had bumped into this afternoon, and was absolutely sure they were the same person. Oh if only I had stopped the boy and asked him about my dreams. 
 
 
 …On second thought, it’s a good thing I kept my mouth shut. I don’t think a stranger would like to be told that they are the center of an erotic fantasy. 
 
 
 “When is it when you don’t ask something?” He chuckled amusement twinkling in his charcoal eyes. I frowned and with all the courage I could muster I spoke in a defiant tone, “I will not involve myself with you if you don’t answer my questions.”   
 
 
             “Oh? Is that so?” He bit his bottom lip, which seemed to render me speechless and my heart to boom. Why does he have to be so damn sexy and seductive? 
 
 
             His arm reached over to the bedside and he grasped a glass of red crimson liquid, he raised it to his lips and drank it with small swallows. “Now stop talking nonsense and get over here, before I make you,” he demanded in a low tender voice. 
 
 
             “I-I won’t!” I exclaimed standing my ground, in truth I very much wanted to be in his arms our bodies against each other, but yet again I wanted my answers. There was no way I was letting this chance slip away, even if meant I had to suppress my lust. 
 
 
             “I see…then I have no choice,” he stood up in a flash from the bed and in a blink of an eye had pushed me against the wall, his hands coming to each of my side. He was stark naked showing not only a sexy toned stomach but a…my cheeks flamed as I met his shaft. 
 
 
             “You leave me no choice, but to make you mine by force,” he closed the distance between us and kissed me roughly. I raised my hand prepared to slap him across his face, but his eye caught it before it even made contact. He put them over my head and grinned as he noticed my choked up expression. 
 
 
             His other hand slid into my hair, tangling over the mass of golden tendrils. I gazed into his eyes; they were like a pool of darkness their depths endless. One could drown in them forever, yet I didn’t want to fall into them. 
 
 
             “I really…” he tightened his hold on my hair and his grin disappeared replaced by a thin line. “I really despise you,” he finished as he pulled on my hair, my head snapping up. “Ever since I laid eyes on you I have hated you to the core, always seeming to annoy me and drive me insane.” 
 
 
             I tried to see his expression but it was hard when he was pulling my head up, everything about him made me weak to the knees. Even though he was saying mean things I couldn’t help but feel like if he didn’t mean them. 
 
 
             “Sweet little Miss Perfect, always prancing around with an air of dignity and femininity. I bet everyone would laugh at the sight of their pretty little princess manhandled by me,” he let go of me and took a second to take my figure in before his lips crashed down onto my own. 
 
 
             He loosened his hold on my arms and wrapped them around my waist, his body pressing delightfully against my own. My lips moved with his own, forgetting completely of the denial I had exclaimed minutes ago. 
 
 
             “This time I will finish you, Blaze,” my name rolling out of his lips seemed to cast me in a buoyant spell. 
 
 
             “I’m looking forward to it, Master,” I felt the edges of my lips curve upward.  
 
 
 
 
 [Hourglass Frustration] 
 
    His hand caressed my cheek, his thumb brushing gently along my jaw all along my eyes captured by his own. Small raspy breaths emerged from within his parted lips, his weight pushing me down against the bed. 
 
 
             “Are you honestly looking forward for me to enter you?” He asked with a questioning frown as he leaned in close to me. I swallowed the lump in my throat and nodded vigorously to his amusement. “You were never this honest back then,” he mumbled under his breath, I barely caught his words. 
 
 
             “What do you mean?” I raised my eyebrow, but he answered back with a sincere smile. Before I could open my mouth once again he had kissed me, pausing my train of thought. I hated when he would dodge my questions, yet loved the way he shut me up. 
 
 
             “Just shut up for once,” there was that emotion surging through my veins and thumping in my chest, he talked as if he already knew me. Just who is this man that embraces and touches me with so much familiarly? 
 
 
             “Wait-a…minute, Ahh,” I moaned as his hard erection poked my thigh, its smooth skin touching mine. It had a pulse of its own, throbbing against me as if it was warning me of its manliness. 
 
 
             He smirked as he unclasped the leather black suit I wore, barely concealing anything. His hands exploring down my navel, he awoke my inner devilish self that currently wanted more than what she was getting. “You grew up so much from the recent years Blaze,” he licked his lips as his hand traced my stomach, “especially right here, these certainly grew,” he continued as he groped my breast, paying a lot of attention to my sensitive nipple. 
 
 
             “I did?” I gasped as he nipped at my nipple with his teeth. His tongue darting out to lick the smooth pink pebble, and causing my body to arch up. His hand played around with the other breast, my legs wrapping around his waist needing the closeness between us to vanish. 
 
 
                “Yes you did, but one thing hasn’t changed about you,” his face came up to me and stopped at least a centimeter away, our noses brushed and I couldn’t help the blush that lashed at my cheeks. 
 
 
             “What is it?” 
 
 
             “The way your hazel eyes sparkle when you doze off, they seem to express your emotions so clearly,” the gentle smile he had really seemed to affect my heart more than I expected. He certainly knew how to swoon a girl while the air filled with sex… 
 
 
             He held my head and put a soft kiss on the crown of my head, the sound of running sand started in the distance. And the room around me seemed to be enveloping in a cloak of darkness. 
 
 
             My lover rolled his eyes and sighed as the darkness seemed to pull him away from me, I grabbed on to his hands but they were diminishing like smoke. “See you in your next dream Blaze,” he winked before the remnants of his face faded.   
 
             I opened my eyes to realize it was already morning, and my hand was reaching up to the ceiling. This was some dream; will they always be like this? 
             Stopping just when the good part begins, just great I’m going to get more confused than before. Curse you school and your early schedule! 
   
 ►►► 
   
             “You’re telling me that for the past days you have been having wet dreams revolving around the same guy?” Lea repeated for the tenth time as we walked to our first period classroom. As me she was astonished by the situation I was in, she had screamed it at first when I had finished. But now she was asking to make sure she had heard me right. 
             “Yes Lea,” I confirmed meandering around the crowded hall of teenagers. “The weirdest part is that he seems to know who I am, and well…I feel as if he was real, not part of a dream,” I explained as I hugged my chest with anxious arms. 
             “That or you’re going crazy on me, uh- just kidding,” she interjected when she noticed my glare. “Or just maybe, what you are saying may be right. Perhaps you are interacting with your future husband from the future.” 
             “My future husband?” I turned beet red at her suggestion, damn I am one lucky lady if he is mine in the future.  “How is that possible though, I don’t even know him,” I let out an exasperated sigh. 
             “Who knows maybe he is much closer than he appears, think back to his initials A and H, and from there connect the dots,” Lea pointed her finger at our classroom and I followed the direction only for my eyes to land on my seat neighbor. 
             His back against the wall and his hand pushing his glasses back over his narrow nose, he never even crossed my mind when I thought about my lover. 
             “Alexander Hunter,” I stated as he raised his head up and looked at me over the mass of hair.  
 
 
 
 [My Kidnapper] 
   I glanced at Alexander from the corner of my eye, all the while trying to pinpoint any small attribute that resembled A.H. The mysterious man from my dream, but ever since class began I couldn’t find anything that made me think of him. Perhaps the dark hair? 
             “Miss. Conner are you paying attention?” Mrs. Flores hollered from the front of the class, her beady eyes scrunching as she glared at me. I turned to the teacher and smiled apologetically, I’m sorry your classes are so boring. 
             “Yes Ma’am,” I replied. As to she sneered at before going back to her topic, my notes were filled to the brink with her examples and I was tired. Would it be so bad if I took a small nap right now? 
             Alexander can wait since I see him every day, and anyways it doesn’t have to necessarily be him maybe some other guy bared the same initials in school. Oh if only I could bump against that guy the last time I was going home… 
             That’s it! 
             All I have to do is go to the area I had witnessed him and wait patiently for him to pass, there was a slight chance I could confront him. But I have to try, how else will I answer the many questions revolving in my mind. Who knows perhaps my mind is hay wiring and he is just a figment of some sexy imagination? 
             I laid my head on the desk and closed my eyes, this time I was falling asleep for one thing and that is to… 
              The handcuffs wrapped around my wrists rendered my hands from any movement; they were so tight that I could feel the steel texture digging into my skin. I glanced around the room I was in, there was a flickering light bulb hanging from the ceiling. It cast luminous shadows through the empty room, the whistling of a breeze echoing from outside. 
 
             This was strange I was all alone, wearing a simple pair of black silk lingerie, and positioned in the middle of the room, my back against a pole with my hands raised over my head. My eyes searched frantically for some form of life form, but as I opened my lips ready to yell for help I noticed the gag on my mouth. 
 
 
               What kind of predicament have I been thrown into now?            I wiggled around trying and unsuccessfully to escape, after five pointless minutes of me just harming myself I gave up. After all this was just a dream I am bound to wake up and get out of here.  
 
 
             In my silent cell I took the time to analyze everything about Alexander, he wasn’t the only one that could be a possible consideration. But something kept pulling me toward him, like a hand pushing me onto him. We rarely talked; all I remembered about him was that he has been in my classes since freshmen year. 
 
 
             Creak, I jolted as the door creaked open letting a small shimmer of light invade the dark room. He entered with a seductive smell, a cologne I have smelled a million of times that barely seem to register in my mind as he came toward me. My eyes watched as his combat boots strayed to me, he was dressed in a pair of jeans with a white muscle shirt that hugged his defined muscles. 
 
 
             “Well look what we have here,” he whistled as he raised his sunglasses off his face. He kneeled down and held my head up to face him with a single finger, “Did you miss me, Blaze?” 
 
 
              “I…did,” I agreed with a small nod, I was frustrated by the way he could control me with just one touch. “I couldn’t wait to see you,” I admitted as my legs closed the gap between them. 
 
 
             “I see, are you sure you didn’t miss anything else?” He wondered as his hand groped my breast with ease, his fingers caressing the skin with certainty. “Maybe my hands? Or my lips?” 
 
 
             He unclasped the bra and let it fall to the floor, I blushed as he stood there taking in my chest with desire burning through his veins. “Let’s see…” he thought for a moment his hand reaching into his pocket to retrieve a piece of fabric. “Now don’t move, this isn’t going to hurt,” he continued as he tied it around my eyes, everything was completely…well nothing. 
 
 
             “This time I’m going to have my way with you,” he chuckled, and I huffed enraged that I wouldn’t be able to see him. I had to count on my other senses to help me figure out what he was doing. 
 
 
             It wasn’t difficult to feel as his hands trailed down to my thighs, where he separated my trembling legs. I gasped as his finger rubbed my clit from over the panties I wore, his head bent low on my chest as he sucked tenderly on my nipple. 
 
 
             I felt a warm glow form in my stomach as the energy built inside of me, making me moan every second as he got close to my climax. But before it hit me, he removed his hands and ripped my underwear, his warm hand nestling on my bare moist lips. 
 
 
             He pressed something warm and hot against my skin, its softness rubbing deliciously with my clit. “Can you guess what this is?” He groaned as it poked me and felt me up. 
 
 
             “Could it be your…?” I referred to his shaft and he chuckled as the head of it nestled above my cunt. I was nervous as he stood still, ready to slide into me and my awaiting body. 
 
 
             “Yes it is, and you know what it wants,” he said as his hot breath fanned my neck, and lips. I shook my head to answer him, to which he leaned closer and whispered in a raspy voice, “to pound your pussy.” 
 
             “Hey, wake up Blaze!” Lea’s voice exclaimed near my ear, making me jerk back into reality. My vision was misty and I could feel the panties I was wearing wet with my juices. I glanced around the room, only to find out that lunch had begun, and everyone was huddling to leave to the cafeteria. 
             “What happened to you?” Lea asked in curiosity when she noted my drowsy unfulfilled state, I bet there was some drool on my desk. 
             “ He  happened to me,” I yawned stretching my arms over my head; they felt sore when I moved them. And to my satisfaction there on my wrists were red tinted lines underlining my pale white skin, I showed them to Lea and she gasped in shock. 
             “Damn girl, this is freaky,” she smiled widely as she examined the evidence, with an enthusiastic attitude. I’m glad she finds it interesting, but to me it was more than that… 
 
 
 
 [Bad Boy Syndrome] 
    I tapped the heel of my shoe on the pavement, my patience growing weary as every endless minute passed. For the tenth time I glanced at my watch, which only added fuel to my frustration. 
             I leaned against a wall, and let out a worn out sigh my eyes searching for a tall attractive man. After school, I had decided to wait by the neighborhood I had seen the guy who resembled my lover. Yet it seemed to be unsuccessful since I couldn’t find him anywhere, I tried to also speak with Alexander but he also seemed to disappear whenever I came within an arm’s reach. 
             Now as I stand here feeling like a complete idiot there is one thing I want…food. I had missed lunch just to explain to Lea every detail in my dreams and didn’t have any time to eat. 
             “Where are you A?!” I exclaimed at the top of my lungs, and then a miracle happened. As if God had pitied me he bestowed me with what I wished, just a few meters away the figure of the mystery boy was running straight toward me. 
             I pointed my finger at him and yelled, “We meet again.” 
             He looked at me with a stricken expression, and gritted his teeth in anger. I pondered for a moment at his mood, when I’m the one who should be frustrated not him. But then I noticed a gang of males chasing after him, all screaming and cursing at him. 
             “Oh shit,” at my words my hand fell to my side and my mouth opened in bewilderment.  In a flash he grasped my hand in his, and pulled me into his direction. I have no idea why he was taking me with him; he just involved me in whatever he was running away from. 
             “Hey, where are you taking me?” I asked as we ran, my legs trying to catch up with him. He answered with a grunt as we suddenly took a sharp corner and he abruptly pushed me against the thick wall, his lips connecting with mine. 
             I gasped having no words as the familiar set of lips moved against my own, his hands at my sides. My body melted against his own, sinking into his delicious taste that seeped into my mouth. It was as if the world had paused for a second, and I was being kissed passionately by an illusion. The clattering of loud footsteps and male voices became distant as they passed us, as if they hadn’t even seen us. 
             He leaned away and glanced at the gang a low snort emerged from him, which he still managed to make it look attractive. “Um…excuse me,” I muttered out of breath my body still pressed with his own. 
             “Oh? Sorry babe, I forgot about you,” he chuckled as he took a step away from me, to my disappointment. It took him a few seconds for him to recognize me; I could tell by the way his lips parted. “Blaze? What the hell are you doing here?” 
             “That’s my question, and how the hell do you know my name?” I bit back a growl as I studied his face my eyes landing on a small scar he bared on his neck…just where he had it. There was no mistake of it; this guy was definitely from my dream. 
             “Sorry I don’t have my glasses with me right now,” he smirked as he took off his ponytail, his ink black hair falling down in waves to his shoulders. It covered his face, like a curtain and it clicked inside my mind that this person was… 
             “Alexander?” He replied with a smile, but not before pinning me once again against the wall, my back feeling the hart texture through my shirt. I was still momentarily confused by having the shy nerd in front of me with a manly expression. 
             “Who else did you think I was? And don’t act so surprised it pisses me off,” Alexander glared at me before inching closer with a wire thin smile. My eyes widened at this unknown man, who was nothing like the nice, gentle guy I had known since freshmen year. No this guy was more malicious, manly, and rude like a completely different person. 
             “Let go of me you jerk,” I hissed as I struggled to pull away from his hard grip on my shoulders. He may be handsome but he was not going to take advantage of me, this wasn’t a dream. 
             “I see even after I changed… you still won’t even consider me, what a bitch. You may be fooling everyone with that nice charade but you don’t fool me,” Alex let me go and turned around, his back to me. 
             I glared at him and his perfect shaped muscles, wishing that I wouldn’t react to his harsh words. What was he talking about? Was he talking about that one time I was distant to him in the first year? 
             My memory was hazy and I was silent as he turned to look at me once again with those mesmerizing eyes before walking away, his hair swaying with every moment. Once he was out of my field of vision I sighed in relief. 
             At least one thing is for sure, the man that plaques my dream was indeed a living real person. And it seemed that the person I once thought was a nice guy was a rude jerk who seemed to have some hatred toward me.  
 
 
 
 [Deepness Unconsciousness] 
    It was difficult trying to comprehend that the geeky, shy boy who sits next to me in class…was a bad, mean, jerk that seemed to have some kind of hatred toward me. How dense was I to not notice the narrowed eyes, and displeased aurora emerging from him? 
             “No way! Alexander Hunter really is that sexy guy that you dream about?” Lea exclaimed in astonishment her eyes glancing at the direction of where he was seated with a book in his hand. 
             “Yeah, he definitely is,” I replied with the same flabbergasted tone she was using. Lea looked closely at him and after a minute of her tilting her head side to side, and mumbling incoherent words out she turned to me with a disappointed face. 
             “You liar, he is nothing like the guy you described,” Lea shook her head in mock sadness, “I have lost hope in your taste in guys, Blaze.” 
             I smacked her arm lightly and blushed in embarrassment as I defended him, “It’s just that you haven’t seen him without those huge thick glasses!” 
             Lea shrugged and slouched on the seat, her hair spilling out of her messy ponytail; I did the same and glanced outside where the sunlight seemed to glare at me with its bright colors. 
             My dreams seemed to come slower since last night; I barely remember it since he wasn’t there to greet me. I looked forward to revealing his true name and spending more time with him get the answers I was still curious about. Yet the chance didn’t come up, and I am left to wait for the night when I can drown in his arms. 
             “There is just one thing that I can’t seem to understand,” Lea said as she glanced at me, I nodded for her to continue. “Why is it that Alex doesn’t talk about the dreams? Could it be really connected to him? Or is it that your dreams are just an illusion revolving around him?” 
             I had thought about that, but it’s not like I can go up to Alexander who seems to have a deep hatred for me, and ask him about the naughty fantasies I had once I fell asleep. First I need to find out more about the reason he hates me, its itching under my skin to find out more about Alexander. 
              “Blaze…” 
             “Hmn?” I looked around trying to find out the owner of the low voice, Lea raised her eyebrow at my puzzled state. “Did you hear that?” I wondered to Lea, which she answered with a shake of her head. 
             “Nope, I didn’t hear anything,” she replied as she sat back straight and glanced around the room. Everyone was either in the library getting books or at the computers taking tests, the only people around us were girls…but the voice had come from a male. 
             “No, never mind,” I shrugged it off as I got the book from my desk and decided to read the rest of the chapters. “Perfect Chemistry” which was really interesting Lea had suggested I read it, and I am. 
             But somehow I can’t help but drifting off, since the morning I have struggled to wake up even resulting in drinking coffee which was not to my taste. Yet the effects seem to be diminishing because I can’t help but feel drowsy. 
             I abruptly stood up and told Lea I needed to go to the restroom; maybe some water could slap me back into my standard self. As I walked through the illuminated corridor I felt as if I would fall any second, the floor moved in waves the tiles resembling grey smoke. 
             My feet staggered forward and my heart decreased as I took a small step. This is unlike me; I shook my head which resulted in a huge headache. A silhouette of a tall man appeared to come closer to me, his body cloaked in darkness, his movements inhuman. 
             As I took one more step my body seemed to lose its balance, and I found myself falling. Funny how instead of being frightened by the figure rushing to me, I felt serene even as I fell. 
             But instead of hitting the floor, it seemed that my body was falling deeper into an unknown hole. My surroundings transforming before my very eyes, it was as if it was swallowing me whole. 
              I closed my eyes willing myself to wake up, the tiredness disappearing as I fell deeper into a surreal depth. A hand grasped my own, and my eyes fluttered open meeting a pair of calm ink black eyes. 
 
             “Alexander,” I gasped as my body ceased to move, he smiled as he took my other hand in his, and pulled me to his chest. Talk about weird I must surely be dreaming? 
 
 
             Because as I glanced down, there was an endless path below me that didn’t seem to have an ending. It was as if I was floating in mid air, my hair flowing around me as if I was in water. I swallowed nervously as my head nuzzled into the crook of his neck, his warmness wrapping around me. 
 
 
             “What are you doing down here?” He asked me as I melted alongside him, his cologne filling my nostrils. I cuddled closer to him and shrugged, liking the way his chest vibrated as he spoke. 
 
 
             “This is not a place for you to be Blaze,” he continued wrapping his arms around my waist. “You don’t want to fall into the pitches of hell,” I frowned and pulled away from him. 
 
 
             “What do you mean? And where am I?” I asked as I leaned away from his touch, the air around me became enraged and crackles of lighting filled the air. I tightened my teeth as thunder boomed causing me to go back into his embrace. 
 
 
             “It seems you still haven’t figured out who I am, my name is not Alexander it is…” his voice trailed off and I was mystified as his name was silenced by screams echoing from the bottom of the profundity. “It is me that has brought you to this place, and you will stay here once you rid yourself of the feelings that govern your heart,” his grin fell downward into a grim line. 
 
 
             “For now, I will let go of you,” he took the distance between us and kissed me deeply. His mouth bringing back flashes of all the times he kissed me and how his lips felt so perfect against my own. It was as if he was burning his image into my head, implanting his existence onto my body. “Only for now,” his voice became distant as if it was a wavering mirage. 
 
 
             He let go of my hand and I found myself being pulled upward, away from the darkness and his sullen eyes… 
 
             “She woke up, Nurse Jane she moved,” I shivered as my senses came back, and realized I was lying on a soft bed. My head pressed gently against a plump pillow, and a white pure comforter caressing my skin. 
             I looked around the small room and cringed at the disinfectant odor wafting around in the room. Lea was speaking to the nurse as I lay there gazing at the ceiling. My mind swirling with the same questions since the beginning, I was at the start once again. 
             If he wasn’t Alexander, then who is he exactly? 
             “Thank god that you woke up, for a moment there I thought you wouldn’t woke up,” Lea let out a sigh of relief and sank into a chair beside the bed. “You don’t know how hard it was, especially when I heard from Alexander that you had fainted in the hallway,” she explained with a troubled face. 
             “Alexander was the one that found me?” I just didn’t get him, one second he seems to worry about me and the next he acts like a jerk. 
             “Yeah, and he also carried you here to the Nurse’s office,” she answered as she brought a hand up to fix her bangs. “If it wasn’t for him you would have still been there on the floor.” 
             “Is that so…” I glanced at the clock on the wall, and was shocked to know school had already finished. I turned to Lea who simply smiled, “I wasn’t going to let my best friend alone right?” 
 
 
 
 [Obeying the Master] 
 
 “Do you like that?” He demanded as the thin leather whip once again came down on my buttocks, his sadistic smirk producing warmness in my stomach. He came around my body and forced me to stand up with the leash connected to my collar. 
 
 
             I struggled to stand up on my trembling legs, my ass cheeks aching at the movement I was causing. He chuckled at my weak state, his eyes taking in my nude body from head to toe. 
 
 
             I wanted to so badly wrap my hands around his neck and pull his body against my own, but the rope binding me from the back rendered me from that action. So I was left with no other choice than to succumb to his desires for this one night, he led me behind his desk and positioned me in between his legs. 
 
 
             “I want you to lick off all the semen you left to dribble on my shaft,” he bit his bottom lip as he said this and I swallowed my cheeks flamed at the few seconds ago when he had fucked me until I couldn’t even move my legs. 
 
 
             My pussy throbbed wanting him to be once again inside me, making me scream and plead for more. I had never thought he would bring that side once again out of me, but here is the proof as he opened the zipper of his pants and let his erection bulge out. 
 
 
             My eyes widened at the size of him that had been pounding harshly into me minutes ago, it was hard imagining that inside me. I closed my eyes as my lips wrapped around his head, the soft velvety skin melting into my mouth. 
 
 
             I opened my eyelids in time to see him squirming on the seat, his lips parting slightly as he moaned my name. I decided to swallow more of his dick inside my mouth and licked the edges of his pulsing shaft. 
 
 
             He groaned his hands tightening into fists at either side of the armchair; his breathing came out labored as he gazed down at me.  My cheeks seemed to burn more as he watched me bring my mouth up and down his hard length; it was difficult when he was this huge. 
 
 
             There was a knock at his door, and a stranger’s voice coming from the end of it. “Mr. Hades may I come in?” The man asked and I paused feeling like a girl getting caught with a hand in the cookie jar. 
 
 
             To my bewilderment he put a hand on my head and pushed me forward onto his still hard and glistening cock, “Don’t you dare stop.” 
 
 
             I nodded and complied, my tongue darting out to lick his warm skin filled with my juices. He let the man come into the room and his monotone voice was drowned out by the noises I was creating from under his desk. Although I was mildly interested in the information he was speaking about, but my desire seemed to distract me. 
 
 
             “Urgh!” He moaned through gritted teeth, this caused for the man to pause in his speech. Mr. Hades as I have just learned is his last name swallowed the lump in his throat and struggled to stay still. 
 
 
             “Is something the matter Mr. Hades?” The man asked his voice dripped with worry as the rustling of papers filled the sex filled office. “You seemed to be burning, have you gone ill?” 
 
 
             “Um-no, I just seem to have some problems concentrating,” he wasn’t lying because I seemed to be that distraction. I bobbed my head in a fast rhythm taking as much as him as I could, he told me not to stop. And he is getting just that. 
 
 
             “Wou-would you mind coming some other time Mr. Jepson? I need to clear my mind a little,” Mr. Hades explained in to which the other man agreed and left the room. Not sparing a second later when the door closed he slumped his shoulders, and his cock rigged as he let his load in my mouth. I swallowed the sour, sticky white liquid and looked up at the still man. 
 
 
             He chuckled and with a single pull had me laid on his lap, his smirk unwavering as he brought his lips to mine, tasting his own cum from my mouth. “Maybe next time I will do you in front of public,” he suggested his irises changing into a red crimson. 
 
   
 ►►► 
   
             “So his last name is Hades, whoa talk about mysterious and dark,” Lea ate the last of her chicken sandwich and then grasped her chocolate milk. “Not that I don’t find your story as interesting as before but honestly spare the details,” she brought the carton of milk to her lips, “I don’t want to throw up what I just ate.” 
             “Yeah right, you’re probably jealous because of my fantasies,” I wiggled my eyebrows and her eyes darted away her cheeks blushing in embarrassment. “Admit it, you want to be dominated too,” I giggled as she swallowed the chocolate milk nervously. 
             “Okay fine,” she surrendered putting the carton back on the place, “I admit I want that hot sexy piece of a man.” 
             “I knew it,” I smiled and she just took her tongue out acting very immature. “But it’s really irritating how I can’t figure out who he is exactly,” I sighed and sipped the last remains of my strawberry milk. 
             I was so sure that it was Alex but he said that was not his name, which really made me puzzled since they looked way too alike. I swear if I didn’t know better, then they may be twins…just one older than the other. 
             “Are you still pondering about Alexander?” Lea asked as she noted my troubled expression, she leaned in and looked around before telling me. “Just go to him and ask him about the dreams, maybe get more than answers if you know what I mean,” she winked and stuck her tongue out once again. 
             “Lea,” I started and then took a moment for it to sink in, “that is a brilliant idea. I will never get anywhere if I don’t ask him directly.” 
             “Yeah but you always chicken out before avoiding that topic,” she shook her head in disappointment her fingers grabbing a pear from her plate. “If I were you, I would have already solved this case,” she took a bite of the fruit and smiled with arrogance. 
             “I can’t help it, how many times do I have to tell you that I am slow,” I defended as I stood up and went over to throw my plate away. “Just you watch I will go up to Alex and get some answers from him!” 
             “That’s my best friend!” She muttered between mid chews on her pear. I walked toward the direction of the classroom, when Lea suddenly yelled, “You are going in the wrong direction, he hangs out outside!” 
             My cheeks burned from embarrassment and I turned around heading for the exit, I yelled back, “I knew that!”  
 
 
 
 [Obnoxious Distance] 
   I walked around aimlessly the hot sun beating down on me, my eyes darted back and forth scanning the outside tables full of people speaking and eating. But none of them were a raven head with a pair of thick glasses, to my unfortunate luck. 
             I ventured deeper out of the school grounds that was forbidden to the students because of the many tall trees and ‘dangerous surroundings’. For some reason I was sure that Alexander would be there, after all he isn’t that goody two-shoes guy I thought he was before. No he was a guy that just looked like him… 
              “Blaze…” 
             I turned sharply to the sound of my name, but there was nothing near me. Strange, I thought as I carried on ignoring the low whisper. 
             As I thought this in the distance I found Alex sitting on the ground, his back against the trunk with his eyes closed peacefully. His dark ruffled hair covered his cheeks and the glasses were slowly sliding off the edge of his nose.   
             When I was a hands reach from him, I kneeled down and examined his features as he slept. Was he really that man from my dreams? And if he wasn’t then why does he resemble him in every detail? 
             My shoulders slumped in agitation, a deep frown forming on my eyebrows as the questions swirled in my head. Without realizing it my hand reached out and touched the silky strand of hair caught on his full lips, I swallowed nervously and caressed the strand. 
             For a guy he kept his hair healthy, which is surprising since most guys don’t care about their hair. I smiled and with my fingers I took off his glasses, and just as I expected there was that handsome man from my dreams. 
             A serene expression underlined his mature features, weak snores coming from his luscious lips that had kissed me once before. It was just so tempting to lean in and close the distance between us, touch those soft, warm…delicious lips. 
             And that’s what I found myself doing, leaning in to claim those lips that seem to tease me. The thoughts of finding my answers gone as I stared down at his defenseless appearance, but you can just blame my hormones for that. 
             In an abrupt second my wrist was grabbed and the sudden movement made my eyes flutter in surprise. Alexander was staring at me with bewilderment, his eyes widened slightly as he noticed our closeness. 
             “What are you doing?” He questioned his hold on my wrist tightening. 
             “I-uh…” my voice faltered, no words came out as I tried to keep my blushing face under control. This was so embarrassing, being caught before I even made the crime. “Yo-u see…um, I was just strolling around-d and fell on top of you, accidently,” I stuttered willing myself to be composed. 
             By the look of his cold eyes, I could tell he didn’t believe my lie. “Yeah right, what would a good girl like you be doing out here in the woods?” My eyes darted away from his profound eyes and I felt sweat on my brow. 
              “Blaze…” 
             “Nobody said I’m a good girl,” I clarified to his amusement, because he commented with a chuckle. “What’s so funny?” 
             He brought me closer to him, his chest brushing against mine, “I don’t imagine you as a bad girl, Blaze.” 
             My heart leaped out of my chest at his words, no it was also more than that his deep tone saying my name really affected me. I brought my eye level to his, my body hovering over his, my knees on the ground. Somehow I barely noticed the erotic position we are displaying, not that I mind. 
             “So tell me…why did you almost kiss me?” Alex asked his hold on my right wrist loosened as he locked gazes with me. I had no answer for that, what was I supposed to say? I honestly don’t remember why I was leaning in…oh yeah his delicious lips. 
             “You remind me of someone,” I muttered my eyes seeming to get lost as I looked at him, my heart thumping wildly as I held his gaze. “He looks just like you, and I am sure that you two are the same person. There is no mistake of it, the man of my dreams is you, Alexander,” as I said this I felt no embarrassment, I was serious of this statement. 
             “The man of your dreams…” his eyes flashed for a second before he fell silent and thought for a moment. “How can you be sure of that? I may not be the guy that lingers in your dreams; maybe you are just imagining things?” 
             “No, he has the same voice, body, hair and eyes, birthmark…and I just know that you are the one that comes to me in my dreams,” I must have looked desperate, because he kept shaking his head a smile tugging on his lips. 
             “Fine, then let’s say I am. What would you do then?” He let go of me and my hand fell to the ground, his smile faltering. “Sorry to say this, but I am not the guy from your dreams. There is no way we could ever be that close.” 
              “Blaze…” 
             “Alexander, how would you feel like if you woke up from a dream with solid evidence implying reality to those dreams? If someone visited and intruded in every dream you had and brought you over the edge of ecstasy? What if that person resembled the person you like…?” I covered my mouth and leaned away from him as my question sank in. 
             His eyes widened and I felt myself reddened as I realized what I just admitted, there is no way I like Alexander. I barely know him, and he is just some nerd from my class. And he…is the only male I have ever noticed. 
             “What did you just say?” Alex implored the distance once again diminishing between us. I stood up and put the distance between us, my cheeks felt as if fire were licking them. Shaking my head I turned ready to leave, when his hand grasped my arm and stopped me in my tracks. 
             “You are not leaving until you repeat that last question, Blaze,” Alexander declared as he pulled me toward him. I resisted but he was too strong, he pinned me against the trunk his eyes dead serious. 
              “Blaze…come to me…” 
             There was that same whisper ringing in my ears, and it was more persistent than before. I could feel its disgruntled tone vibrating through his words, and as I stood there with Alexander my feet became tense. I was immobilized and breathless as a drowsy spell was cast over me, I clutched the hem of Alex’s shirt for support. 
             But the voice became enraged and I found my body sliding down to the floor, Alex’s voice shouting for me to wake up in the distance. I was too tired to answer back, all I wanted was to lie down and let my sleep claim me. 
              “What a troublesome girl you are, Blaze,” Mr. Hades smirked as he appeared out of thin air, his arms wrapped around my waist. I smiled sheepishly and leaned into his warm temperature, drowning in his cologne. 
 
             “I wish you would stop involving yourself with Alexander, that boy is such a bad influence. I would know,” he warned as the room around us swirled changing from the small woods to a dark sky sprinkled with tiny vibrant lights in the distance. 
 
 
             There were many doors and clocks floating in the air, each different than the other in every aspect. One of the doors opened in the distance, and in came in Alexander looking very much breathless and concerned. It was unusual seeing him run when there was no floor, it almost seemed as if we were in space. 
 
 
   
 
 
             “I would know because I am a part of him,” he stated, his warm breath fanning my ear.  
 
 
 
 
 [Blazing Jealousy] 
 
 “Huh?” I mumbled in confusion as I tried to understand what he had just stated, but my mind seemed to come blank. What did he mean he was a part of Alexander? And what is the real Alexander doing in my dreams? 
 
 
             “It seems you still don’t understand,” he whispered as his lips descended onto the crook of my neck, where he kissed it lightly. “Why don’t you tell her Alexander?” He raised his head and gazed at Alex. 
 
 
             “Get away from her,” Alexander ordered through tight teeth, his hands at his sides clenching as he took in his hands roaming my body. Sweat formed on his brow and he had a deathly pale complexion on his skin, his eyes blazing with anger. 
 
 
             “My, what a horrible greeting. Just as you would expect from some gangster with a dirty mouth,” Hades sneered his hand slipped over the shirt I wore and cupped my breast. Alex’s eyes grew wide and he took a step forward with a cross look. 
 
 
             “Take a step closer, and I will swallow her soul,” Hades warned and I realized he was referring to me; his hand was above my heart. Fear washed over me and I stayed stiff as his hand began to burn on my skin. 
 
 
             “What do you want with Blaze and why do you look like me?” Alexander questioned his black hair seemed to be swirling around his head, the tips of his hair a sapphire blue the same tint as his eyes. 
 
 
             Strange I never remember his eyes that mystic color, this dream just keeps getting stranger and stranger. I sighed and then saw in the distance the doors disappearing as if this dimension was diminishing along with the clocks, their hands ticking and their sounds faltering. 
 
 
             “My name is Álmos and I am a part of your soul,” his thumb and forefinger twisted my nipple, and exposed my breast to Alex. But he seemed to be having a hard time concentrating on what Álmos was saying. 
 
 
             “I am the demon created from your evil desires and sinful dreams; my purpose is to invade people’s dreams and cause nightmares. But then I found myself craving for the same experience as your dreams, so I entered Blaze’s own dreams and made her mine,” Álmos explained as his face caressed my cheek, his nose brushing against my lips. His other hand raised my school skirt and trailed his warm hand over my naked thigh, Alex’s eyes burning at the action. 
 
 
 “I took great pleasure stealing her first time, and ravishing her until she couldn’t even stand on her legs. She certainly does know how to satisfy me, and her skin is just so delicious. It’s easy to see why you want her so bad, Alexander,” Álmos’s laugh rebounded off the unseen walls of darkness. 
 
 
             “I see…you are nothing more than a demon unintentionally created by me,” Alex didn’t look pleased as Álmos kissed my earlobe leaving a burning trail of need on my skin. “Since you are created by me then you must know of my power revolving around dreams,” Alex smiled and in a flash, he was in front of me, he grabbed my hand and we both disappeared before I had time to react. 
 
 
               A nauseating effect came over me and the whole world felt as if it was spinning around, my head throbbing from the fast speed. I held Alexander’s hand tightly until the spinning stopped and the disgusting flesh aroma disappeared. 
 
             “Are you okay Blaze?” Alex shook my shoulders gently; when my eyes fluttered opened I noticed we were back in the woods close to the school building. The light pouring in from above the thick branches, I winced and sat up. 
             “What just happened?” I knew what had happened, but it was too complex to understand. The man from my dreams was a demon made from evil intentions radiating from Alex’s desires, and what’s more is that these desires were about me. But how is that possible? 
             “Álmos explained most of who he was, sorry for dragging you into this mess but I hope you don’t get freaked out by the dream we both shared right now,” Alex gave me a tender smile as his arms held me gently. 
             “It was real? I mean what we just went through is real?” I clarified mildly shocked, since the dreams I have had with Álmos I figured as much that they crossed that thin line of reality but I couldn’t come to grips with it. 
             “Yes, you and I are one of the lucky people that have the ability to move from dream to dream; we also can physically and mentally feel any emotion or contact in the Universe of Dreams,” Alexander stood up and gave me a hand to help me stand up. 
             “That place we were a few minutes ago was the center of the Universe of Dreams, it has millions of doors from beings around the world, they are portals that let you enter their dreams, only a few have the power to control their own movements as they sleep,” as he kept on talking my mind kept on swirling with thoughts about Monster Inc. Childish I know, but it reminded me of how they had doors to travel to people’s homes. 
             “I guess I somewhat grasp what you are trying to say…but this Álmos guy why does he want me?” Not that I mind, but he had admitted in the dream that he could have eaten my soul and had claimed I was his. 
             “All I know is that a demon created from desires needs to feed off of people that may explain why he has gone into your dreams,” he leaned against the trunk and seemed to think for a moment before saying, “What I don’t understand is why he hasn’t drained you of your whole energy, by now you should be a pile of dust from his meals…” 
   
             “Neither do I,” I chuckled weakly my eyes looking at my trembling hands, was I frightened by the possible outcome of being consumed by a demon?  
 
 
 Publication Date: December 1st 2013 https://www.bookrix.com/-tyffd4bd5032425