Glowing in the Dark XYLON has been gone for quite some time. "Where did that arse go?" He left me alone in this old house. What if someone shows up here? It's getting late, and he's still out there in the middle of the forest.I reluctantly looked out the wide window, searching for any sign of him. I tightly gripped the window ledge. I shouldn't care, right? I shouldn't be thinking about him after what he said. I don't understand why he's so difficult to figure out.Sometimes, he's incredibly kind to me. Then, other times, he's distant and cold. Our relationship used to have its ups and downs, but now... it's getting even worse.It's his fault that I'm treating him this way. If only he would show some remorse. If he could only try to win me over.I let out a sigh and decided to wait for Xylon outside. We're surrounded by woods, and there could be wild animals around."What if?" I pondered for a moment. What if something happened to him? What if he was bitten by a snake and couldn't fi
Don’t Fall I LOOKED up, even in the dark, and recognized him. "X-Xylon..." My voice trembled."What are you doing out here? Did you follow me?"I couldn't answer. Fear still gripped me, and I froze when I felt something cold on my leg. I instantly hugged Xylon."Why? What—""Xylon! There's something... on my leg...""Huh! What?" He looked down at my feet, and I felt something squirming on my knee.I jumped and clung to Xylon's neck. He quickly lifted me in his arms."Take me away from here! Hurry! Something is biting my foot!""Biting?" I couldn't see Xylon's reaction. I just buried myself in him. 'I'm scared to death, damn it!'There it was, the terrifying sound again. And it was close. Really close to us."P-Please, Xylon... Let's get out of here," I pleaded, holding him tightly. I could feel his breathing, almost panting."O-Okay," he said, slowly moving. I heard another sound, like panting. I knew it wasn't Xylon. We had company. 'What was that? A monster in the woods.' I gripped
The Current I LOOKED at my reflection in the mirror, taking in the sight of myself wearing the revealing white lace nightwear. It left little to the imagination, exposing almost everything underneath. Despite feeling refreshed after my bath, my feet still throbbed with the wounds I had acquired while searching for Xylon in the forest.My forehead creased as I noticed the book resting on top of my dresser—the book he had given me. I couldn't deny that I had indulged in pleasuring myself, but a sense of shame washed over me. My office friends often discussed the normalcy of self-pleasure, but I would always walk away from those conversations. While not overly conservative, I had always strived to live a proper and decent life. Admitting that mere thoughts could make me wet and aroused embarrassed me. I believed such intimate acts should be reserved for a special bond, like marriage and love.Yet, as I looked at myself in the lingerie and thought about Xylon, I couldn't help but feel a s
Awakened HIS lips caressed my skin, sucking and leaving a trail of heat in their wake. The intensity of his sensual kiss drove me to the brink of madness. His movements continued, gradually descending to my most sensitive area. Gripping the sheets tightly, my toes curled in pleasure as he found that perfect spot. A moan escaped my lips, unable to contain the ecstasy within me.In this moment, I realized the power of surrendering everything to the one I love. All doubts and hesitations vanished. All I desired was to reach a place I had never experienced before. His tongue played skillfully in my wetness, swirling and teasing a delicate button that ignited my cravings for pure bliss. I felt myself becoming increasingly wet with desire.He mingled his saliva with my essence, creating a unique dance where only we could hear the enchanting music. Minutes seemed to blur as he tantalized and teased, until I felt something enter me. I struggled to find the words to describe it, realizing they
RunI JOLTED awake as I collided with a solid object, the impact sending a sharp pain through my head. Confused and disoriented, I surveyed my surroundings, trying to make sense of what had just happened."It was just a dream," I muttered to myself, shaken by the realization that the vivid scenes from a previous night had resurfaced in my sleep. Shaking my head in disbelief, I couldn't fathom why my subconscious mind was fixating on that passionate encounter with Xylon. It felt absurd, and yet the sensations lingered within me.Heading to the bathroom, I was greeted with a startling discovery as I noticed a stickiness beneath my undergarments. Frustration welled up inside me at the realization that I had experienced not just a dream but a vivid, arousing dream. Every detail was etched in my mind—the way Xylon touched me, the tender kisses and caresses that sent shivers down my spine. How could I not be affected by such intense sensations?Seeking to wash away the remnants of the dream
His PresenceXYLON slowly approached me. Instead of running, or hiding or even moving, I was stuck from where I was, waiting for the next thing to happen.His sight did not disappear from my eyes. Those burning, dark, coffee-brown eyes were all over my deepest soul. He was holding his shirt in his hand while I could hardly breathe.There was less than an inch between us. I looked up to meet his gaze. I bit the inside of my lips. It took me everything I had to stay still. Waiting on his next move.I saw one side of his lips twitched. Oh, I want those stubbles in my hands."Softy," he whispered in a hoarse voice. "So, so softy..."I felt
RejectedI glanced at the clock, listening to the tick-tock sounds that matched the duration of my stay in this desolate place. Then a sudden realization hit me. Tomorrow is my wedding day, yet here I am, still waiting in this desolation, hoping against hope that Fiore would show up. I ran my hands over my face, haunted by unanswered questions. If only I could turn back time. If only Fiore were here, and we were both eagerly looking forward to tomorrow's event. If only Xylon hadn't deceived me.Sighing, I decided to momentarily set aside my worries. There was nothing more I could do. I couldn't reverse time. My gaze fell upon the closed black door—the entrance to Xylon's room. Something within me drew me towards it.The door was unlocked. As I entered, I found the room silent, and Xylon's belongings neatly arranged. In one corner, there stood a leaning guitar, a surprising discovery as I didn't know he could play. It must have been a decorative item.Pillows and blankets were tidily ar
Heavy RainI finished packing my belongings just before sunrise. My mind was filled with thoughts of Fiore's arrival. Today was supposed to be our wedding day, and I was certain he would come. I held onto the hope that he would extend his forgiving hands, pulling me away from the madness that consumed me.Despite the strange feelings that had emerged within me, I refused to let the three years I spent with Fiore go to waste. If I allowed these emotions to overpower me, I would be trapped, just as Xylon had warned. Thankfully, he had kept his promise not to touch me again. Yesterday, when he rejected me outright, I was not in my right mind.Xylon would never know that I had taken certain actions while showering last night. I would never admit to reading his damn book and following its explicit instructions.Damn it! It was exhilarating, yet I felt a sense of shame afterward. It infuriated me that I had followed his guidance after slapping him. Slapping him was my way of expressing my fr