21

AMELIA

*DREAM*

I was in a darkened room with minimal lighting, and was seated on a bed. The red dress sitting on my skin hugged my body and accentuated my curves. A slit ran down from high up on my thigh to the end of the dress. Even as I sat, the side of my leg was exposed to the cool night air.

But it didn't matter, because soon, he'd come and take it off.

A door opened, and he walked in. My SugarDaddy.

Somehow, the shadows around us wouldn't let me see his face. All I could see was his dark hair that fell over his obscure facial features.

I reached out for him impatiently, so eager to run my hands over his skin. He was wearing a black tank top with an exaggerated neckline that exposed most of his chest.

He took my hand in his. I couldn't tell if he was smiling or not, but the aura around him was peaceful, with a touch of desire.

"You're magnificent," he said, voice breathy like one out of breath. The quality of his voice was one that would always have me down and lost. It ran over