It feels like a dream, a scenario I had created years ago.

Driving in the pouring rain, in the darkness as midnight fell upon the city. Searching, seeking, surrendering to the urge that had been itching at her chest. The prickling of a raw appetite for lust, just below the rib cage to the left of the breastbone, the heart pumped blood towards the victim. A hand waved hello to a teenage man with broad shoulders, thick arms and a breathtaking smile. A cigarette lit up, cherry red as lips engaged a dry breath of smoke and boots hit the ground left than right. A stomping rattle of puddles echoed the sound of her legs leading her closer, close enough to touch him. He glared into her eyes as if he was a bloodthirsty sabertooth ready to puncture her vocal chords with two beautiful fangs and slowly led her upstairs to his cave. She entered cautiously until he put his hand on her hip and crept it under her shirt and crawled it up her spine, her button had been triggered and the lust practically drooled from her mouth. They kissed so tenderly and soft as they pressed their bodies tightly close and took off their clothing, piece, by piece. The sweat dripped down his back as she inhaled and exhaled beneath him, the moans sharpened than softened as the craving was satisfied between the two. Heavy breathing and frequent sighs ended their engagement of sin as the two simply cuddled under a blanket and rested their naked figures. His shoulders served as a protective man as his chest protected his heart and served as her pillow. She smiled and glanced at him one more time before allowing her eyes to fully close and drift away into sleep. She was home.