[WARNING: DREAM SEXUAL CONTEXT]
His booming voice alarmed me. I didn't let him get the chance to explain himself. My body bolted out of that club, I don't care if I was supposed to stay for a couple of hours more--I'll just make up some sort of an excuse. That man is intimidating.
How can one have looked like that with such a terrifying voice? Well, it goes well with his look, yet, looks can be deceiving.
I hope I never meet him again.
Once I made it home, I felt like I can finally breathe again. That's when I noticed how sweaty I felt: kicking off my shoes, I headed toward my couch, plopping down.
It's funny how once you calm down and your brain is not full of clouds, your rational side starts to take over. I can make do without having to think. But like every human on this earth, I came to realize one thing: that instant spark I felt when we met eyes, what was that?
I felt like I know but I can't put my finger on it, I know that is going to drive me crazy later on. My late mother told me about that but I found that disgusting when I was young. I kinda wish I listened. However, all I know is that in this world, about a thousand people in the world experience this phenomenon called LinkSouls.
It is basically like a Soulmate. Those people are met to be with each other. I heard that if the other person dies or is in pain that other LinkSoul can feel the pain a hundred times worse, making them go feral.
I can't help to think if my parents were LinkSouls.
Some people say that LinkSouls were past lovers who died and reunited in the present, while other says it was unrequited love in the past and now they can make it up. While there are some that say it's a curse.
I can understand the last one cause some LinkSouls are with assholes and terrible people but they can't let go cause their souls are linked together. That's the scary part, once they completed the bond they are stuck with each other until both or one dies.
Ugh, meeting him made me think all kinds of things. He is bad news. Getting up, I head towards my bathroom.
Once I finished showering, I change my clothes for bed deciding to wear a long nightgown that goes below my knees: It is silky with lace patterns around the chest area, pastel pink, and because of my body built it is a little skin tight.
How it came to me to wear women's sleepwear is not interesting, it was just from curiosity when I overheard some girls talking about how comfortable it is, and that they have gotten better sleep. So, I thought to give it a try.
Lo and behold, they were right, at first it was weird but I wasn't going to back out of my resolution.
Ever since then, I have had a good amount of nightgowns in my drawer. That feeling in a long time, ever since leaving that hell, I felt like I have gotten a piece of myself back.
I'll be damn if someone takes that away or say some slick comment about my choice of clothing.
When I finished getting ready for bed I head to my bedroom. Once my head hit the pillow I didn't realize how tired I was.
I was out like a light.
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I moan when I felt a hand on my cock. "You like that?" He asked in a husky voice. I nodded then moan out loud when he sucked on a certain spot. My back arched as he went lower and stop at my nipples. "Ahh...no-not there," I said while pulling on the sheets. "Look at me, Hermosa" I didn't want to open my eyes afraid of who I might see. I was right, his voice never left my head.
The same man I saw at my job.
When he saw me looking at him under hooded eyes he smirked at me. I swear that I felt myself almost cum at just that.
I looked away, I wish I didn't.
When I looked at him again I swear that I wished I was died already, that evil bastard was right there in front of me. I screamed, trying to get out of his grip but he didn't budge, his hold was tight.
I was mortified.
Then he slapped me so hard across my face that left a scar on my left cheek, it's faint but if you look closely enough you'll be able to see it. "I'LL SHOW YOU WHO YOU BELONG TO SLUT!" I felt one of his hands on my throat and the other around me. I tried to get out of his grip but he kept making both hands tighter. He started to stroke me up and down repeatedly telling me I liked it. I cry my eyes out begging for him to stop. He just laughed at me.
I heard ringing, then everything turned white.
[End of dream and sexual context]
I shot up off my bed and panted like crazy looking around to make sure he was not there. I hugged myself, a feeling of disgust taking over.
Dreams like that, I know I shouldn't but it makes me feel so dirty, guilty even. I hate it.
It took me a long time to realize I have done nothing wrong, but that bitch is haunting me.
Once I made sure I'm safe, I went to my bathroom to take a shower: I scrubbed and scrubbed, my skin red from the constant scrubbing, it almost feels raw.
I can't help it. I can feel his touch even when I'm awake.
My brain is yelling at me to get clean again. I don't know how long I stood in the shower, but after a while, the water turned cold.
Once I finished showering and changing, I tried, but couldn't go back to sleep so I went to the living room. I checked the time on the stove which reads 6:35 a.m.
'So early' I thought.
" It was supposed to be in the past, It's been 3 years. I guess it's not." I said to myself while I went to get water.
After that I went to sit on my couch, I couldn't help the sigh that escaped me, I looked around my two-bedroom apartment. I don't share it, the extra room is for my DJ table set to make new music. It's not much but it's affordable and good enough for me.
I also work for parties, it's a little side job for extra cash yet, the reservation is hard for others to make with me, and I am almost, always fully booked.
But I don't have much planned for today.
I was planning to relax, but that dream changed everything, now I am going to work on not throwing up and cleanse myself.
All day I did nothing but laze around.
I don't what to get out of my place either, that dream got me into a depressed state which also leads me to take 4 showers today of how dirty I felt.
When I got up to take my 5th shower my phone rang.
I checked the caller ID but I don't recognize the number, still, I answered it. "Hello?" I said with uncertainty
"Yes, is this DJ Kan?" a female's voice asked "Yes, who's calling?"
"I have your card that says you play at parties and I was wondering if you're free on Saturday in 2 weeks?" I didn't know if this girl is rude or didn't hear me asking for her name.
Just as I was going to say something she burst out, startling me a bit, "OH! I ALMOST FORGOT! My name is Kimora and I'm having a party in two weeks and I wanted to see if you'll be available until then?"
I went to check my calendar and saw that I am free, I put my phone back against my ear "I am, when do you want to meet?"
"Whatever time works for you," she said cheerfully.
I thought for a couple of minutes, " I'm actually on my day off today if you what to meet later on at around 4 p.m.?" I decided.
"Sure! We can meet at that new café called "Dela's Home Place. Do you know where it is?"
"Yea, see you then," I replied.
After about a few more minutes of telling her what to bring, such as music references of what she is looking for in her party as well as the theme of it so I can match it, we hung up.
I had to take another shower. With spare time, I put my work stuff together and relaxed for a bit before I had to leave.
Little did I know that fate loves giving surprise plans for me.