Enter the Dragon...

He calls you out of sleep, and when you answer, your voice is slurred. You wonder, idly, if he might think you drunk, and somewhat giggle to yourself that this is your first thought upon waking. Then his voice cuts through the slumber, through the giggling, through the lost, idle thoughts. "Wake up." As if he knew you were asleep, knew he was waking you, and now expects your full attention. "I'm awake," you say clearly, all the remnants of your slumber gone. His voice always does this to you. Even after so long. "Good. I'll be there in fifteen minutes." The phone goes dead, but you hardly notice in your haste to find clothing, something warm enough just for the car ride. Finally, fully dressed, you're sitting on your front steps, waiting for that white car to pull up. You're smoking your cigarette, those delicate lights, and it finally occurs to you to wonder why you didn't tell him to f*ck off. You wonder why you immediately awoke at those first two words, why it never occured to you to simply go back to sleep. And when the car pulls up, you wonder why you walk so quickly over to it, why you don't want to keep him waiting. But these are merely passing thoughts because you know the answer already.
This man, this dragon, Jack. You open the car, sit down in your accustomed seat on the passenger side. The mixed feelings of relief and disappointment cause you to pause until you can acknowledge where their source is: the car is empty save for Jack. He's not going to share you tonight.
All thoughts cease as his mouth claims yours, his tongue demanding and forceful, his lips fierce and hard. It seems your body is a siren, screaming to be touched, sensitive to even the smallest touch of air. His hand on your breast and you gasp into his mouth, giving him the opportunity to capture your tongue in his teeth.
Abruptly, he breaks away, pulling your head down to his lap, where you know what is expected of you. You've done this before...

Sitting here at work, I can almost feel the size of him in my mouth. Almost taste him, almost touch him. Because that's what I was thinking when I woke this morning. Not because of dreams, my dreams were completely odd and too entirely surreal to ever be mistaken for reality. But Jack...LoL. Maybe he's the same. Too surreal, too odd. I often think he is. But then, there's a phone call...
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