[Girl_On_Fire]

She opened the door and the smile froze on her face.

The eyes were the same. Steel blue and intense, boring into her soul with a certain fire but everything else looked different. Much different than she’d expected. She squinted, trying to will the face from her fantasies to morph into the face before her but she couldn’t. The jaw, once square and strong, had drooped and the lines around the eyes and mouth had deepened. His hair, once salt and pepper, was now a shock of white sticking out in all directions.

She forced herself to look at hym with her heart. This was the guy she loved, after all. It didn’t matter if hy’d aged. She just found herself wondering how old the photos hy’d had on the site actually were. 10 years? 15? It was quite a shock to the system. But she loved hym. Idolized hym. Worshipped hym. This was the same Chris she’d carried a torch for and wished she could serve and love every day for over 5 years.

She threw her arms around hym and breathed in deeply, hoping to catch a whiff of the cologne hy’d once sent her dabbed onto a silk wrist restraint. Instead a thick wave of nostril-assaulting body odor entered her lungs. She suppressed a cough as hy pulled her away from hym and leaned in for a kiss. As hys hot wet tongue aggressively explored her mouth she realized with a start that hy had no teeth.

She pressed her body against hym, rubbing her hands up and down hys back and through hys hair, trying to get into it. Trying to remember the photograph, the voice, the commands, but all of it was lost along with her tongue in the deep cavern of hys mouth.

Hy pulled away.

“Hi babygirl. Daddy’s home.”

She smiled. Hys voice was still the same. She closed her eyes. Waited a moment. Opened them again.

“Welcome home.”

She stepped back and let hym inside. Hy pulled two suitcases on wheels roughly over the threshold and thrust the handles at her.

“Here, take care of these for me, will you babygirl?” Hy grunted. “Daddy needs a shower.”

She stared at hym in open-mouth shock as hy lumbered up the stairs, dragging one leg behind hym. Hy’d never told her in all the time they’d spoken on the phone that hy walked with a limp but there it was.

“Um…it’s upstairs. First door to the right.”

Hy grunted something in response and disappeared into the bathroom.

She dragged the heavy suitcases in behind her, awkwardly reaching back with her foot to close the door. A part of her tight skirt ripped in the process.

“Dammit!”

Hy’s had a long trip. Let him shower and get situated. It will be fine.

The excitement and desire still lingered in the air despite what she’d seen. Padding upstairs to the bedroom, she opened her top drawer and pulled out her red negligee. Slipping it on, she lit some candles, and put in a sexy CD. Listening to the sound of the water from the shower, she slipped under the covers and readied herself for hym.

The water turned off. A few minutes later, Chris emerged from the bathroom, dressed in a tight white A-shirt and a pair of red boxers. Beneath the boxers was a noticeable bulge Alana couldn’t take her eyes off. In the dim light of the candle, Chris’s features became sharper, more angular like the photos she knew by heart.

Hy stared at her. Those eyes. Hy wasn’t pleased she’d initiated anything but the corners of hys mouth twitched in amusement.

“What? You’re not going to buy me dinner first?”

Alana grinned and shook her head.

“I’ve been waiting for you for 5 years. Please don’t make me wait one second longer.”

Grinning, hy limped over to the bed and crawled in beside her. She closed her eyes as hy reached for her, waiting in breathless anticipation for the magic of hys touch.

As the music throbbed and the candlelight played over the walls, hy clumsily pawed her breasts, pulling on them so hard she stifled an urge to ask hym if hy needed a bucket. As hy kissed hys way down her body, hy left wet globs of sticky saliva in hys wake. When hy reached her most intimate area, she stifled a cry of pain and confusion as hy jammed hys tongue awkwardly around.

Oh my God! Is this his first time?

Hy mistook her cries for pleasure and kept going, pulling her legs upward and going for her back end with his tongue.

What?

When hy was done there, hy hurled hymself on top of her and entered. Thrusting and grunting, hy made sounds similar to hys truck as hy moved. She closed her eyes, held on and braced herself. She wrapped herself up in hym, allowing her heart to expand to receive hys energy. She loved hym so much. She could feel hym inside her, touching her, reaching her soul. She moved with hym, getting into the rhythm of it, feeling the pleasure build each time hy brushed up against her most sensitive areas. A moan escaped her lips and then…it was over. Hy grunted a final time and collapsed on top of her, slick with sweat.

Five minutes later, hy was asleep, mouth agape and snoring loudly. Quietly, she finished things up alone. When the final moment came, she felt her eyes well up with tears.

She found herself wanting to call Chris. To tell hym that some imposter showed up at her door pretending to be hym and ask hym when hy was actually getting there. She crept out of bed, blew out the candles and snuck into the other room where she kept the photos she’d printed and the wrist restraint that contained hys scent.

She touched the photograph, tracing a finger along one of her favorite lines on hys face. Curling up into a ball, she fell asleep on the carpet; the restraint curled around one wrist.

To be continued...