Chapter 8

Slowly I woke up the next morning in the most dignified position. Butt naked, half on the couch, half dangling off, face down with my ass up in the air. Huh. Did my mysterious nighttime ravager stop by again? Sluggishly I drag myself upstairs to start my day.  The shower was a pleasant surprise. Impressively fast the shower was steaming hot with good water pressure. Not sure how long the heat would last, I washed and rinsed everything. The water was still hot, so I just stood under it, let it massage my back. After about half an hour I was bored. Wistfully I turned off the still hot water and climbed out. Joyfully I wrapped myself in the towel I had left on the warmer. Now I knew the definition of bliss. I brushed out my hair then headed back downstairs in only the fluffy towel and my bigfoot slippers.

Listening to some guy talk about bodies in Lady Bird Lake I assembled breakfast. Pulling out eggs, cheese, and cubed ham from the fridge I thought back to my shadow person encounter. It had felt so real. But surely it was just a result of me watching that show on shadow people, right? Whisking my breakfast mixture, I wondered if I could get a repeat if I watched that episode again. While I was stirring the eggs, my phone dinged with a text message.

My best friend Carissa was checking in on me. Not surprising since she recommended this place.

Carissa: How’d you sleep?

Me: It was blissful

Carissa: See! I told you. You just needed a vacay!

Me: Yeah, Yeah, Yeah. Hey, have you ever had weird dreams here?

Carissa: ?????

I had to delay answering her to stir the eggs to keep them from sticking. The toast popped at the same time as I was plating the eggs. Just as I sat down with my plate and a watermelon drink, my phone rang. Ugh. I shouldn’t have asked until after I ate. Answering the phone, I hoped I could keep the conversation short.

“What kind of dreams Viv?” My best friend’s demanding voice flowed through the speaker. Quickly I filled her in on my x rated dream adventure. While she was sputtering and trying to speak, I scooped some eggs on my toast and took a bite. By the time I had to speak, I’d eaten most of my breakfast. I took a big swig of the fruit drink before I answered her question.

“All I know is that I watched some creepy show about shadow people. Then I had an encounter with one.” I snuck in another bite while she awwwwed.

“That has never happened to me! I’ve stayed in that place too.” Her mouth might have been quiet, but I could hear the wheels in her mind turning. “OK. It’s decided. I’ll be there after work tonight! I gotta go pack. See you around seven. We can grab dinner. Oh, we should go wherever you went last night. Let’s recreate everything ok? Love you!”

She hung up without me saying a word. Yep, that’s about how I expected it to go. Given she only lived two hours away we had planned on getting together while I was here anyways. Just figured it would be over the weekend. Shaking my head I finished my breakfast. Once my stomach was happy, I cleaned the kitchen up.

Done with cleaning I sprawled out on the couch still only clad in my fluffy towel. Noticing a website on the fruity drinks stocked in the fridge I reached for my laptop. The website was cute but professional. No mentions of summoning sex gods to your dreams. That would be a hell of a selling point. If the drinks were responsible for my multiple orgasms last night, they should be shouting it from the rooftops. Their sales would undoubtably rival the big companies.

Time to check out that candle. Again, a dead end. No mention of orgasming yourself unconscious. I did stumble across some that sounded amazing. I added their store address to my phone. They were in the main strip in Helen. Flipping back to the drink seller’s website, I saw they were in Helen too. I added their address as well. I’m sure Carrissa will want to check them out too.

As the show moved to the next episode about a missing boy in a state park, I kept playing on my phone. My addiction to Reddit was getting out of hand. As I read about yet another person mistreated by their family because they weren’t the golden child, I had a thought about my nighttime seducer. He had called me a gazelle. That seemed like an odd endearment. Opening up my google app, I typed my question into the search bar. I expected it to be part of some show I watched, and my subconscious mind remembered it. I was surprised at the search results.

Per Google “Gazelle" can be used as a term of endearment, particularly in a poetic or romantic context, because it symbolizes grace, beauty, and elegance, often referencing the way a gazelle is depicted in Arabic love poetry where comparing a beloved to a gazelle is a common theme; essentially calling someone "my gazelle" means you find them incredibly attractive and delicate.

Damn. I felt that special tingle shoot to my girly bits. What an exquisite name to be called. I was sure I had never heard that used as a term of endearment before. How did my dream self know about it? As I lay there thinking about his eyes and how his touch seemed to trail fire, I felt my body start to respond. Quickly I dashed upstairs before I could become a slip and slide. Digging into the hidden compartment of my suitcase, I got out my B.O.B. Battery operated boyfriend to the rescue. Dropping my towel on the floor I stretched out on the bed. Sliding the small pink silicone covered device between my folds, ensuring it touched my nub, I pushed the button to start the vibration.

“MMMM” I filled my head with his face. His dark, sexy, intelligent eyes and how they made me feel looking into them as we climaxed together. I pictured his hands on breasts, his rough beard rubbing on my neck. “Oh yes!”

That’s all it took to push me over the edge. Even the thought of him was enough to make me orgasm faster than I ever had. What was so special about him? Why was a craving a figment of my imagination? Pressing the button to turn off B.O.B, I returned him to his hiding spot. Quickly I jumped back into the shower to clean myself up.

I climbed out of the shower quickly when I heard the alarm I had set. Time to get ready for my outing with Carrissa. Slipping on a pair of loose jeans I thanked the fashion Gods that the nineties styles were back. I was so over skintight low-rise jeans. P airing a light green tank with white trim under a white cardigan I padded off to the bathroom. Chuckling at the horrified look I knew I was going to get from Carrissa, I put on a pair of avocado dangling earrings. In my second holes I put some cute little sushi studs. A silver necklace with a pendant featuring two avocados cuddling. Slipping on a pair of black sneakers I went downstairs. As I took the last step, there was a knock on the front door.