Moonlit Fae

r, my eyelids closing like curtains on a tranquil night. The soft darkness envelope

a summer's day. My eyes snapped open, my heart racing with a mix of surprise and trepidation. I wondered if my dad ha

my fingers trembling slightly as I turned it on, casting a warm glow over the room. The sudden light revealed a stra

nous scenarios played out in my mind like a chilling horror movie. "How did yo

afety. But my body seemed frozen in place, my legs refusing to move, my voice stuck in my throat. I recalled the

ockets, seemed utterly fascinated by the wall. My gaze followed his, and my heart skipped a beat as

hend what my eyes were seeing - the one person I had been drawn to, the one I had secretly

voice as smooth as velvet, his gentle smile illuminating the room like a soft sunrise. The cadence o

e, a masterful blend of charm and kindness, left me weak in the knees. And his voice

beyond comprehension. I think I like it." He smiled again, and I felt my heart flutter like a hummingbird

g in the air like a fragile mist. He took a step closer, his movements fluid and graceful, h

hinting at secrets and promises. He sat on my bed, his weight causing the ma

ture to memory, as if I feared he might vanish into thin air once more. "W-where have you been all this ti

intensity that made my heart flutter. "Aren't you curious about why I'm here, why I couldn't st

soul stir. My skirt rode up, revealing the softness of my skin, and his

he depths of his eyes, drowning in the sea of our desire. The world around us melted

rt raced like a wild horse, threatening to burst free from my chest. "N-no, w-we shouldn't...it

s legs slid between mine, pushing my thighs upward, his lap pressing against me in a tender, yet insistent, caress, I could feel his

gaze a gentle command that rendered me helpless. I was trapped in his emb

. The air between us crackled with tension, our faces inches apart. My skin flushed, my heart raced, and my breath caught in my throat. His finger continued its journey,

the collection of fingers taking patrol on my body. His index and middle fingers intertwining, as if savoring the moment.

irt, but it seems that it wasn't giving him what he actually wanted as he skipped it, now trespassing through my privacy, my panties. I didn't realize it, that I already started moaning, I started breat

rned to face the painting. His gaze was captivated by the artwork, his eyes drinking in the colors and textures. Meanwhile, I lay there, my breathing still ragged, my eyes slowly flut

him. He cocked his head to the side, his eyes locked onto mine, and whispered a soft, husky phrase that sent shivers down my spine. His words were like a gentle caress, le

ut a whisper. The realization dawned on me like a sunrise - it was all just a dream. Yet, the memory of his touch lingered, the phantom sensation of his fingers on my skin still sending shivers down my spine.

words dripping with promise. And with that, he vanished into thin air, le