Total pages in book: 25
Estimated words: 23787 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 119(@200wpm)___ 95(@250wpm)___ 79(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 23787 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 119(@200wpm)___ 95(@250wpm)___ 79(@300wpm)
“Noooooo!” I whine as I shove a pillow over my face.
The universe can be so cruel. I have my new roommate just where I want him and I wake up. Typical.
That lingerie though… I start to wonder if I could ever wear anything like that.
The look of need on Emmett’s aroused face keeps playing over and over in my mind, awakening all sorts of long-dormant sensations. My breath quickens as a fluttering fills my chest. Those abs… Lust blooms in my core and slowly spreads to my legs, filling me with an unquenchable desire.
I slip my hand between my thighs and am surprised at the heat emanating from down there. I’m burning.
“Mmmmmm,” I moan softly as I begin to play with myself.
The need for a release is stronger than I’ve ever felt. I’ve tried to do this before, but it never worked. Not like this.
I live in the world of cute cartoons. Cute animals, cute forests, cute kids frolicking around. It’s easy to not get turned on when you’re surrounded by that all day.
Emmett is like a monster invading my cute little universe with his monstrous arms and devilish abs. He’s taken over and is resetting the laws of the universe, filling my adorable little oasis with lust and longing. And I don’t know what to do.
My wet hand moves faster, harder. I’m writhing around on the bed as I imagine the end of my dream. Emmett taking me and spinning me onto the bed. Climbing on top of me. A dominant force taking what he wants. Me giving it all to him.
I shove my head into a pillow to stifle my screams as I cum hard on my hand.
I’m shaking after.
“Shit,” I whisper as I lay on the bed in my Elmo pajamas.
Everything is changing.
My little bubble has been popped.
And Emmett’s big prick was the thing that popped it.
I’m trying to draw cute giraffes for a sunscreen company but everything feels sexual to me now. The lady giraffe has boobs and the man giraffe has abs. They seriously look like they’re about to fuck.
I don’t think my client, Fun in the Sun Kid’s Sunscreen, is going to approve.
It’s three in the afternoon and I just woke up not long ago.
I tend to work all night and sleep all day. I know it’s a bad idea, but what can you do? Nighttime is way better.
Every sleep specialist and productivity guru would hang their head in disgust if they saw what I was up to. Tim Ferris would be horrified.
Emmett is gone—probably at work—so, I’m able to leave my room.
After a much needed shower, I putz around the kitchen and make some breakfast. As my Pop Tarts are heating up in the toaster, my eye falls on Emmett’s room.
It’s like a magnet. I can’t look away.
No, Lindsay! Bad girl!
It’s hard, but I manage to tear my eyes away from his open door and back to the kitchen. I water Anna’s little plant that has been on its deathbed for the past three months and then my eyes are being pulled back to that room.
Curiosity burns within me.
Maybe I should go and take a look. Just a peek, really. Just to make sure he’s not a psycho or sociopath. Yeah, that would be smart.
I have to make sure that the man I’m sharing my space with isn’t a serial killer.
It would be irresponsible NOT to go into his room.
It’s all making sense now.
I should definitely go snooping around in there. It’s a safety issue.
My Pop Tarts explode out of the toaster, but I ignore them and head over to Emmett’s room. I have a tastier proposition now…
My pulse is racing as I step over the threshold of mutual apartment into Emmett’s personal space.
Tingles explode on my skin as I look around. My whole body comes alive. I feel so alert. So excited. So naughty.
He still hasn’t unpacked most of his boxes and there’s nothing on the walls, but there’s more than enough to keep my interest. An open box by the closet is full of football trophies from high school. I bet he was the star of the place, banging cheerleaders between classes and the hot young art teacher after school.
I creep over to his dresser and pick up the bottle of cologne on top.
My toes curl in my slippers when I take a deep delicious inhale. It smells so good. I’ll have to add that scent to my sexy dream tonight.
I head over to the open closet and run my hand over the soft work shirts hanging inside as I imagine what he looks like in a suit and tie. I bet he could sell anything to anyone.
His towel is hanging on the back of his door and I find myself walking toward it, the carnal desire within me moving my feet.