“Yes,” the voice moaned, “Feel that. Feel your true self. Your dream. Your desire. Your fantasy.”

My nightmare, I felt like protesting. I felt like railing against it and denying it.

I was a man. I was a man and I was a straight man and though being this close to a woman was one of the top desires I had in this world, I didn’t want to be within her quite like this.

When I said that I wanted to be inside her, I didn’t mean living in her.

So I couldn’t accept it. I just couldn’t accept it. This couldn’t be what I wanted.

“But it is. It’s what you’ve always wanted. What you’ve always known you’ve wanted. Not the you that lives on the surface but the one that lives within. The one that wants so much more.”

So much more? What more could there be than this?

I didn’t get a response back with words, instead it came with hands. Hands and arms that closed around me and pulled me backwards into a hug. That touched on me reassuringly and spun me achingly slowly as I let my eyes open and came face to face with a chest that was hard and firm and masculine.

A chest that didn’t belong to me.

I knew what it meant, what the voice wanted me to do. I knew what it thought that I wanted but I was determined not to prove it right.

But my lips pressed against that skin regardless. I kissed it once and it lit a fire in me. I kissed it again, and I knew that I couldn’t get enough.

His hands moved on my body while I pressed against his skin, tasting his sweat in a way that was so much more than insubstantial dreams. This was a dream that I had nightly. A dream that I might never remember when I woke but that I slipped into each time I closed my eyes.

This was my dream, my fantasy. I wanted more than anything to be with him.

And I knew from the feel of him on me, from the way he undressed me and led me to his bed, that it was always him.

I fell into the sheets and let them absorb me. I felt his lips pressing against the inside of my thighs and I spread for him, taking him deep within me.

As he buried his lips between my legs. As he pressed them onto a sex that I’d only just gotten and yet had for an eternity. As I let him taste me, drinking deep of my sweet nectar.

“It feels good, doesn’t it? It feels good to let him please you? Relax my dear. Enjoy the pleasure he can give to you.”

A pleasure that he certainly knew how to give. He made my body tight and tense, played with it like he was delicately plucking the strings of a familiar instrument. He made music with my body, made my skin itch with the desire to feel more from him and to drink up every last drop of this moment.

I felt him pressing in, closing his lips around my clit and sucking. His fingers pressing into me and curling to press against my sensitive inner walls, making my bent knees tremble. Making my whole body tight and hot.

I thrashed my head back and forth as I felt my back arch. I felt my breasts jiggle and my nipples ache and he reached for me, soothing me with a pinch with one hand while the other pumped into my sex again and again.

“He knows you. He’s known you for years now. He knows how to make you feel good. He knows every last trick and trigger in your body. Give in to him. Let him know. Let him take you in full and he will make your whole world explode.”

“YES!” I cried out. It wasn’t enough for her.

“No, tell him. Tell him that you belong to him. Beg him to make you a woman. To make you his woman. Beg him. NOW!”

“Take me!” I cried out once more, “Oh god take me. Don’t stop until I can’t take it anymore. Don’t stop until you can’t take it anymore. Don’t stop until you make me never want to go back. Make me a woman. Make me your woman!”

I opened my eyes. I looked down at the man emerging from between my thighs. I saw Hugh staring back at me with a grin.

I was his. His conquest.

He was mine. My dream and my fantasy.