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Ronan

M y little demon left me on read. I can’t say I’m surprised about it. What was she supposed to say, “oh yes big daddy, I made sure to grab the one with the most cream for you” or some shit . Absolutely not. Not my girl... at least not yet.

Once I realized she wasn’t going to entertain the unknown messenger, I decided to stream for a couple of hours. After switching between getting my ass kicked and kicking ass in different lobbies, I close out the game for the night.

I reach over to place my headset and controller on their stand and notice the candle from my dream. I wrap my fingers around the smooth wax, still coated in her, before grabbing a nearby lighter.

Flicking the Zippo open, I wave the flame under the base of it a couple of times. I spot a nearby almost burned-through candle and push the one I’m holding to the bottom, creating a makeshift candle holder. Good enough .

I light the lighter again, bringing it to the wick. It takes a couple of seconds before the flame catches, bathing the room in a warm ambience. I breathe in deeply and smell her in the air. Her sweet musk is a welcome invasion of my senses.

A sharp pain in the back of my neck causes my hand to fly to it.

“What the-”

My fingers run over the area. I don’t feel anything suspicious. Weird. Maybe I pulled it or something.

Stripping my pants off, I lay in bed, thoughts of her flooding my mind. The smell of her takes me back to that night, her eyes rolled back in ecstasy, thick thighs shaking around me. A dream I never wanted to wake up from.

I lay back, resting my head on my arms above me. Thoughts of her carry me to the darkness, surrounding me and dragging me deeper down into my dreams. Until it all goes black.