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I became aware again when the sun shone brightly through the window, which was still open enough to allow a breeze to come through should it be a windy day. I slowly opened my eyes and looked around the bedroom. Bastian’s side of the bed was made, as he always did. I thought it was odd that I hadn’t heard his alarm go off. Usually it would wake me up and we’d have coffee and breakfast together before he went to work. I looked over at his clock and gasped in shock at the time. It was almost noon. If I wanted to be on time to meet Bastian for lunch I had to get ready now. After a quick shower and throwing my hair up into a pony tail I rummaged through my clothes and threw on a comfortable pair of jeans and a silk blouse. Grabbing my keys out of the bowl on the dresser, my purse and slipping into a pair of high heeled sandals I was out the door and in the car.

I looked at my watch and smiled. My day was almost over and I’d be on my way over to Austin’s apartment again. He was going to be surprised when I didn’t try to jump him the second I saw him. Maybe I should, just in case. I wouldn’t want him figuring out that I had finally gotten myself some sort of satisfaction, even if it did come from something mechanical.

Riana was at a party when I finally made it back to the dorm that day. It was one other reason for me to love Fridays’, because I knew I’d have the room all to myself. Because of my interactions with Austin, I had given in and bought myself a toy. It was a sweet little thing, all contoured like a real-life penis, too. It had 5 different speeds, and of course, it had a clit massager to enhance the orgasm to extremes. I had never used one before meeting Austin, there really wasn’t any need because there wasn’t anyone out there driving me insane the way he was now.

I was so glad when my Creative Writing class was over. The professor gave us our assignments and shipped us out. One of the assignments was that each of us had to start a journal and write in it each day. We didn’t have to hand them in, but she told us that she’d know right away in our writing. No problem there, I had kept a journal since I was 13 and my mother had given me a really pretty journal notebook as a gift. I’ve written ever since.

I could feel his fingers trailing feather-like down the length of my spine. It set my nerve endings on edge with a tantalizing tingle. He promised me pleasures beyond this physical plane, but I did not think he truly meant to fulfill the promise that came from those lush pink lips. Surely he could not keep the promise of feeling as though we were truly alive simply by making love. Austin claimed that no one truly lived unless they were possessed amorously by another.