Eyes snap open. Unknown room. Dawn light filters through blinds. Soft pastels everywhere. Heart hammers. Flashback hits: dam crumbles. Massive wave swallows me. Fuck. That was yesterday. Now, safe in Karina’s bed. Her naked curves glow under the sheet. Full tits rise slow. Ass round, inviting. Cock twitches hard. I wanted her brains first. For the flaw. But damn, her body’s pure fire. Push sheet off quiet. Don’t wake her. Nipples perk in cool air. Pussy lips peek, still swollen from last night. Throat tightens. Should I drag her into this madness? Spill the future shit? Risk looking insane? Balls ache with the thrill. The forbidden pull.
Grab scattered clothes. Jeans twisted by door. Shirt flung wild. Her bag sprawls open. Lipstick, keys tumble out. Grin creeps. Last night replays crude. Dinner buzz. Wine flows. Her laugh hooks me. Back here, door slams. Hands rip clothes. Her mouth hot on mine. Tongue battles. I pin her to wall. Skirt hikes. No panties. Fingers plunge wet slit. She gasps, claws back. ‘Fuck me, Franck.’ Bend her over couch. Cock rams deep. Pussy grips like vice. Slaps echo. Sweat drips. She bucks wild, screams muffled in cushions. Flip her. Legs spread wide. Pound missionary. Tits bounce. Eyes lock feral. Cum floods her, pulsing hot. Collapse tangled. Now, her agenda pokes out. Phallic urge hits. Flip pages fast. Fine script races. Last page: scratched words. Antarctica untouched. What the fuck? Guilt stings cocky thrill. Shove back. Bag on table.
The Awakening Rush
Tosses behind. Hand on knob. Cough stops me. She leans frame. Naked glory. Eyes sharp. Caught? ‘Sneaking out, thief?’ Smile sad. Heart flips. ‘Surprise croissants, babe.’ She beams. Presses warm body. Arms wrap awkward. Kiss fierce. Tongue dives. Cock stirs again. Cafe idea. Chocolat chaud. Stroll arm-in-arm. Sun warms skin. Buzz of normal hits wrong.
Terrace. Coffee steams. Pastries crunch. Ten AM lazy. Her eyes pierce. ‘You hid shit last night.’ Busted. Women sense dick-deep. Spill it. ‘Flaw in dam. Catastrophe soon.’ She freezes. ‘Error where?’ Contrefort three. Her world. Fear flashes her face. Mine too. Hands cold. Grab ’em. ‘Need your skills.’ Truth: used her pussy to hook brains. Thrill spikes guilty. She buys in. ‘Tell all later.’ Office raid. Saturday ghost town.
Raw Thrust and Hidden Proof
Her fingers fly keys. Mouse dances. Plans whirl. Coffee sips. Watch tits strain blouse. Hour drags. Bored. Paper balls fly. She snaps. Food run. Return: sandwiches. Face grim. ‘Nothing wrong.’ World spins. Legs buckle. ‘Impossible! Saw it burst!’ Slip. Her laugh bitter. Tears well. ‘Vision boy? Used me for fuck?’ Storms out. Alone. Doubt creeps. Hallucination? Home. Crash sofa. Sleep claims.
Shake awake. Future me glares. Aged, frail. Rage boils. ‘Fucked up!’ Yell back. He laughs mine. Envelope out. Numbers. Loto predict. Memorize. Arm grips pain. ‘Promise.’ Cancer hint. My end 2034. Chill sweat. Swear. Wake throbbing head. Scribble numbers. Bar dash. Stale smoke chokes. Play twice. Fear wins big. Proof coming. Obsession burns. Her scent lingers cunt-deep. Secret safe. Thrill pulses.