Ivey woke up today like any other day
long dark curly hair spread across the bed carelessly.
Rubbing her eyes as the sun peeps through the window.
Shinning off her chocolate brown face exposes her honey brown eyes.
She slowly sits up.
The covers fall, exposing her large bare breast.
The breeze from the open window brushes past her sensitive spots.
Ivey, pauses for a moment, slowly lowering her hands
she looks down in confusion.
"When did I take my clothes off?"
She says quietly.
"You didn't, I did"
The most attractive masculine voice spoke hastily.
She looks around frantically and sees no one
Fear setting in her mind.
Did I imagine that?
Suddenly, a figure appears out of thin air before her.
This dark, muscular, tall man stands shirtless at the foot of the bed.
All he wore were leisure pants that showed his manhood's shape.
Muscles reflected in the sun light that peers into the room.
Tattoo's shaping in around each muscle.
Ivey swallows deeply
So that wasn't a dream after all, she thinks to herself.
The man slowly walks to the side of the bed Ivey is laying on.
His shoulder-length curls drape his face and sway with each step.
Never breaking eye contact with hers.
He had a look of lust, hunger, and confidence.
Ivey looked terrified, unable to process what was a dream and what was not. Stares at the man in fear.
He wasn't just a man at all, though.
