An Erotic Dream

Elicia:

Swirling black fog.

Where am I Looking around as the fog slowly faded away, staring at the cute teal painted door I had hand-scraped to look rustic as the blazing Texas sun beat angrily against my exposed skin.

Placing my hand against the bronzed latch handle, looking over my shoulder seeing no traffic driving down the street lined with Mexican Plum trees, and oddly, no laughter or talking coming from the orphanage.

Which was always lively during this time of day? Strange.

Opening the door, frozen at the same scenario as Bain thrusted those muscular hips into a moaning screaming banshee, Krystal. Anger, betrayal, devastation, then the harsh reality of the scene finally consuming me as time seemed to have stopped.

Talk about a Bitch Slap.

My body wanted to retreat like I had done before, but my thoughts told me otherwise. Approaching with gentle footfalls as their sweaty tangled bodies became clearer as I stood in my once peaceful studio apartment.

My Safe Zone.

A dark anger began to swirl deep within my core as I took in the nauseating scene.

Flipping the dirty blonde hair that stretched out along the edge of my queen bed that felt like a cloud with its plush pillow top gifted to me from Miss Clay as a housewarming gift, now defiled by this repulsive Harlet and Man Whore who I thought cared for me.

I guess being alone was my destined path.

His ambered eyes blazing with a fury of lust as his muscles glistened darkly against the natural sunlight that peaked through the skylights above the little kitchenette.

Clinching my fist tightly as the anger made everything fade away into a ghostly blur.

“You Piece of Shit.” Hissing darkly as my fist swung through the air, slipping through the frozen image as my body fell through the swirling thick fog.

Landing softly on what felt like fur as blazing hot palms pulled me from the softness into a white haze of pleasurable electricity.

Moaning loudly, gasping for breath as my body was consumed by an avalanche of roaring heat, feeling hot tongues and soft lips caressing every inch of my aching flesh.

“OH GOD!” Writhing against those strong blazing palms as my body dropped through the swirling black fog…THUD!

“Ooowww-ow, ow!” Rubbing my throbbing head, feeling the soft cream sheet wrapped around my palms as I sat back on my heels trying to remember where or what happened.

The throbbing lingering with a naughty “hello” as my hands rubbed along my thighs.

“Morning Beautiful!” Randi’s chipper voice sang loudly from the kitchen, flopping back against the black and gray sofa front as blurry images of last night came trickling back with a heavy groan.

“Randi, where am I?” Looking around the attractively decorated living room with neoclassical art pieces that blended seamlessly with the pops of modern furniture as the rich aroma of coffee filled my senses.

“Well, Miss Thang forgot her new address, so I brought you back to my place.” He laughed lightly, sauntering in with a white tank gripping his chiseled chest as his black track pants hung lowly across his muscular hips, handing me a steaming mug of coffee with a megawatt smile that could power half of Houston.

“Um…Thanks, I guess.” Smiling nervously as the rich aroma drifted smoothly along my nostrils with a few steady puffs to cool the steaming liquid.

“Girly, I might be many things, but an asshole is not in that list when it comes to someone like you.” He held his hand out, hoisting my wobbly ass to my feet as realization set in looking at my pink pajama bottoms and black tank that had been packed in my duffle, but now hugged my curves.

“You undressed me!” Gritting my teeth, pointing to my current clothing as I clearly remember wearing a black dress and heels to the club, not my “God Damn” pajamas.

Livid barely covered how I was feeling that a stranger changed my cloths.

Oh, God! He saw me naked.

Pacing wildly along the deep walnut-stained flooring as Randi sat casually in the matching chair, sipping his coffee with a sinister smirk as he read the morning paper with ease.

“E! take a deep breath and drink your coffee. I only removed your shoes. When I checked on you later after my shower, you had already changed and crashed back out. So, Chill.” He winked playfully over the corner of his paper as my whirlwind of panic and anger subsided into an embarrassed, bashful face palming as I slid into the plush sofa.

“Sorry. Everything is still a little blurry from last night.” Laughing lightly, grabbing my steaming cup of coffee that had cooled enough to sip without scalding the shit out of my mouth, tasting the faint burst of French roast and vanilla creamer.

“Wasn’t sure how you liked your coffee, so I made it like mine. Hope you like it.” His smile warmed my heart, tucking my legs under my ass as the sofa embraced my hungover ass.

“It’s good. Not too sweet and not too bitter.” Smiling back at him as he folded the paper neatly, setting it down on the side table as he drank his coffee with a playful smirk.

Why does he have to be gay?

He’s such a sweetheart.

“So, if you want to the guest room is down the hall, last door on the left. Shower, and I’ll take you to your new apartment after we get some breakfast.” Randi smiled brightly, looking over my shoulder in the direction he pointed feeling a little tacky and gross.

Great take a shower in a complete strangers house.

I mean he told me to stick close to him at the club and he did exactly as he said he would, “I will make sure your first night in London is one to remember.” The words stuck to me like glue because this entire time has been “one to remember” and those identical “hunks” at the club.

My GOD could they scream sex appeal more than they already did with those soulful green hazel eyes with just the right balance of amber to make the green pop under the flashing club lights.

Those muscles, “Oh, Lord!”

Those muscles flexing behind their form-fitted button ups with the sleeves rolled casually to the elbow, displaying those muscular forearms tattooed with majestic colors and fine lines.

Whoever did those works of art is a true artist.

I wonder if Randi knows who did their ink?

No, it would seem completely odd to ask about a complete strangers ink, even though I silently drank in every glorious inch attached to those muscular frames.

JESUS CHRIST! What is wrong with me?

I was never like this with Bain but then again, I never listened to the warnings and found out the hard way.

Feeling strangely hot as the images played back in slow motion but now clearer like I was looking at a photo in my hand.

“Elicia? You okay girly?” Randi spoke with a concerned tone as his soft greens looked at me wildly like he was seriously concerned about me.

ME! Hah.

Why would a stranger be concerned about little old Elicia mopping around the city because she wanted to believe that someone genuinely cared about her, besides Miss Clay who was truly genuine.

“Thank you. I would like to feel a little human now. It’s been a rough day and a half.” Laughing with a short scoff as Randi’s smile faltered for a second, watching me stretch and grab my hiking bag that had my toiletries and change of clothes for emergencies.

“E, if you don’t mind me asking; what happened back in Texas that made you so closed off?” Randi’s words halted my approach towards the guest room, gripping tightly to the shoulder strap as the woven nylon grazed my burning flesh along my fingertips.

Do I really want to speak about it?

Exhaling heavily as his concerned expression held firmly across that gorgeous face.

“How about after I take a shower and start feeling human again, I’ll tell you everything. Okay?” Laughing with a dark scoff as the pounding in my skull made my walk uncoordinated, reaching the last door on the left.

Surprisingly, the guest room was decorated in a calm pallet of warm blues and creams almost giving it a bed and breakfast vibe as the classic modern bathroom stood grand and elegant.

“Well, Shit! This is the RITZ compared to my studio apartment.” Digging through my hiking bag finding my toiletries and cloths at the bottom.