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Right now I want to work on the more recent sketches I’ve done, the ones that are getting closer and closer to what I really want. The ones that are more adult in nature.
I take out my notebook and pencil and start to sketch out the layout of my dream shop in more detail. I imagine the smell of freshly brewed coffee, mixed with the scent of new and old books.
I picture comfy chairs and couches scattered around the room, with soft lighting and plenty of natural light flooding in from the large windows. I want people to feel comfortable here, to be able to stay for hours, lost in the pages of a favourite book.
As I sketch, I let my mind wander to the kind of people who would come to my shop. Maybe there would be a cute guy who pops in every day before work for his morning coffee, and we strike up a conversation.
Maybe we bond over our love of books, or maybe we just have a steamy one-night stand in the back of the shop after closing. I smirk to myself at the thought, feeling the familiar ache between my legs.
It’s been too long since I’ve been with someone, and the more I think about that cute coffee boy in front of me naked, the more I realise just how much I need to remedy that.
I start to doodle him into the picture. I’m not the best artist in the world, but if I focus just on his face and the way his broad shoulders fill out his shirt, I can imagine him perfectly in my mind.
I add details, a hint of a tattoo peeking out from a rolled up shirt sleeve, dark hair, a wicked smile. Without pausing, I reach for my coloured markers, adding a wash of colour that makes the sketch come to life. My hands fly across the paper of their own accord, my eyes barely even seeing my creation.
It’s as if I’m there in the shop with him, and he’s behind me, his arms wrapped around my waist as I draw, the scent of him, the feel of his breath on the back of my neck, as real as the air I’m breathing. I’m wet before I even realise it.
I wonder what he’d do if I were to close the shop early, spread my legs and let him fuck me on one of the tables. Would he be hard? Would he be able to resist the curve of my ass and the press of my breasts against his chest? Would he take me right there, or would he take me home? I wonder if I’d even care at that moment. I’m wet and ready for him, my pussy dripping with need.
Without warning my phone rings and I nearly jump out of my seat, cheeks inflamed at being interrupted during my fantasy. I answer it, distracted, without checking the caller display.
“Hello?” I’m holding the phone to my ear with one hand and the other holds the sketch of my mysterious, handsome stranger.
“Oh good, I didn’t wake you,” the voice on the other end of the line says. I’m only half paying attention, lost in the captivating gaze I’ve created on the stranger’s face. It’s missing something though.
“I don’t know if you saw the email…” I reach for a marker at random and quickly add colour to his eyes. “First thing in the morning…project…meet beforehand…” I jolt when I see that I’ve selected green. Actually, the stranger in my sketch looks an awful lot like?—
I gasp in dismay. “Lycus?”
“Yeah?” I drop the phone.
“Shit. Fuck. Sorry.”
“Everything okay there, Angelica?” he asks, sounding concerned. “Do you need me to come over?”
“Yes! What? No!” I panic, scrambling for my phone. When I dropped it I must have caught the speakerphone button, and now Lycus’ worried drawl fills my apartment.
Taking a deep breath, I centre myself, pick up my mobile, turn off the speakerphone option and return it to my ear. “Sorry, Lycus. You caught me at a bad time. What were you saying?”
I’m still staring at his sketch as he repeats whatever it was he was calling me for.
“Can’t this wait until the morning, Ly? It’s late.”
“What did you call me?”
“Lycus, sorry. I don’t know why I said that, it just sort of slipped out.”
“Don’t apologise. I liked it.”
“Well, it’s late. I’m tired. Can’t this wait until tomorrow?” I ask again.
“Um…yes. Sure. Have a good night, Angelica.”
“You too,Lycus. Thanks for calling.”
I hang up and look down at the sketch on my lap. I know I should stop drawing, but I just can’t. I close my eyes and let the rest of my fantasy play out in my mind.
I pretend that the sketch on my lap is Lycus, not some fantasy man I’ve created. I pretend that it’s Lycus’ strong hand on my hip, his lips at my neck, his hard cock pulsing between my legs. I pretend that it’s his eyes I’m colouring, his hands on my body, his cock pushing deep inside of me, filling me in a way that just no man has before.
