Suck Me Dry
I’m done with men!
Not because I hate them, but because everyone I meet, and is just fine enough to pique my interest, I compare to him.
And it ends right there and then.
The ridiculous thing is that my love interest isn’t real.
He is a figure that hunts my nights and brings pleasure into the few seconds that I’m captured by my sleep paralysis.
I know that, and I am totally okay with it.
Just as I start a new job, and my life seems to take a better turn, determined to forget the man from the shadows, I find my forbidden pleasure standing right in front of me.
Suddenly my dream man wears a tailored suit and frowns at me.
He is my boss.
And he is very real.