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want to feel you. I want you inside me.”
    I was dripping wet and my pussy ached, but he moved past my opening teasing me with his tip. His mouth on my nipples, his fingers playing with my clit I felt a wave of pleasure building between my legs.
    This person, this faceless man explored me. It wasn’t sex in a way I’d experienced with Henry, but in some ways it was more sexual than anything I’d ever felt before. I wasn’t afraid I was aroused, excited. I felt an aching need that I’d never experienced.
    I wanted this stranger.
    I needed him.
    His cock pressed between my legs flirting again with my wetness. His breath felt hot against my neck as his lips pressed against my skin. With my fingers on his backside, I tried to push him inside me, but he held his body taut and strong above me.
    Then his mouth was against my ear; his voice was low and strong.
    He whispered. “Tell me what you want.”
    I woke up as I came.
     
     

The next morning , I awoke to a text from Henry on my broken phone. “You OK? You need anything from the condo?”
    It seemed so appropriate to read his lame message through the shattered glass. My body tensed and I suddenly felt as though I couldn’t breathe. Henry had no right to ask me normal questions anymore. And what did he want from me anyway? Assurances I hadn’t spent the night sleeping in an alley? I knew Cara had told him I’d rented a place. She had refused to tell him where. Was he looking for forgiveness?
    There certainly wasn’t any of that going around in my heart.
    My fingers poised on the phone as I struggled with what to do next. Seeing his name made me want to cry and vomit at the same time. The sick truth of it was that underneath all my anger there was a deep wound, a sadness that made me want to hit reply.
    I missed Henry.
    Henry the asshole I reminded myself. It didn’t matter. We had been together five years. I missed the familiarity and easiness of us together.
    “Don’t be pathetic. Get a grip. Get a backbone,” I chastised myself as I dressed my body still humming from the dream the night before. My big mission of the day was to get my cell phone repaired.
    I reminded myself that a dream with a stranger had been more erotic than anything Henry and I had done in years. We had been so distant from each other toward the end. It had been weeks since we’d had sex and it was hardly surprising I’d found myself in the arms of some faceless stranger in my dreams.
    I thought about telling Cara about the moaning next door, but I was so embarrassed by my behavior. The last thing I needed was to give Cara another reason to think I’d made a mistake getting a place of my own so quickly. Even worse I did not want to be psychoanalyzed and learn that I was some sort of a voyeur on the road to deviancy.
    I checked myself in the mirror. Ponytail, white fitted tee, yoga pants, and tennis shoes. I wasn’t a fashion plate, but I thought I looked respectable in that yoga-pants-wearing Seattle way. I had circles under my eyes and I still looked a little puffy from the drinking. I was definitely going to have to find a healthier outlet. Or was that the dirty dream a little voice whispered. You came in your sleep fantasizing about being fucked by a faceless man’s fingers. Maybe that’s what’s keeping you up late at night you dirty girl.
    Maybe I did need therapy.
    I stepped out into the hall closing my door, just as the door next to me clicked shut.
    I swallowed, my mouth dry, afraid to look but more afraid not to.
    I looked up.
    A beautiful woman with long black hair and honey colored skin smiled at me. “Good morning,” she said. “Did you just move in?” She locked her door, which had a whole series of extra dead bolts that mine didn’t.
    “Yes, just recently.”
    Her green eyes twinkled as she smiled at me, her face revealing not a hint of shame. In fact, she looked luminous, satisfied. “I thought I heard some noises next door,” she said. “Welcome to the