Beg

"This is who I am Nova!, Nobody said you had to like it." But I did.

Nova

I wake up with a gasp!

He's in my dreams, and his hands are all over me.

For a moment I'm still lost in the sensation of it all, his touch setting every inch of me on fire, his distorted voice in my ear, goading me to let my fingers travel down between my legs, his weight pressing me down into the mattress-- this is the closest we've ever been.

He raised the mask above his lips and I could feel his hot breath on my neck, my face, and my chest. His hands trailed my body, teasing me, torturing me. I'm about to give in and let my hands stray down and touch myself when I remember where I am, Alone in my bed. Having sexual dreams about the faceless man has been terrorizing my life ever since I moved here.

Yanking my head back up over the covers, I cover my eyes and take a minute to let go of all this unwanted.... desire. God! What is wrong with me? The man is a murderer for heaven's sake! And here I am, fantasizing a