FORCED TO REFORM

There is this sudden darkness which clouds over me whenever I open my eyes, this void and emptiness I feel, it's deep to the extent of which my mind cannot fathom. But there's something different this time around. This time I could feel the surrounding darkness, but there's a light which calls out to me from behind me. Its brightness was divine, it called out to me, showing me the route to my escape of the darkness around me, and my boldness was renewed as I took my steady steps towards the light. My heart is pounding. What if it isn't safe? Are you sure you're doing the right thing, Ashley? But with the voices in my head, my instincts assured me all would be well. It reminded me of the brave girl I claimed to be. It shows to me the strength which was hidden inside of me, waiting to be revealed. I stepped into the light, out of the shadows and the darkness, and I found myself on a bed, soft and soothing enough to bear all of my weights and my pressure. The light which shines on me gets brighter as I looked towards my left-hand side, and behold I saw a man who opened the windows of the room, letting the sun's rays pierce into my eyes. I could see his body structure, his biceps, and his triceps. They showed off even in the least rigorous activity as to opening the window curtains. His arms are quite large, and his biceps muscles pop out as he turned towards me. I couldn't believe my eyes as I kept staring at myself. I salivated deeply as my eyes caught the sight of his body. He was standing before me without a shirt on his body, and just his muscly chest and abs. He flaunted in front of me, giving me more reason to long for a touch He stood opposite the bright light and all I could see was his smile. He had the purest of all smiles I have ever seen, and his body was like a specimen of astonishing beauty. I had come across other structures of a masculine body, and his surpassed them all as he flaunted his muscles right in my face. My hands are eager to touch them, my tongue is thirsty to have a taste of what I saw, of course, if he had such a wonderful smile, my lips are hungry to explore his, to taste the sweetness of them. He wasn't on anything other than his boxers, which stopped halfway his thighs. The veins which appeared on his light-skinned thighs turned me on badly, and the way he walked, like a super-model who understood the assignment and he surely did it perfectly. He seemed to be delaying what I craved for, he seemed like he enjoyed making me feel this way, making me feel like I needed him badly. Maybe he was succeeding, because at that point, the only thing which would calm my nerves and the emotions which my body's hormones were fueling would be to have a touch of what I saw. I watched as he bent slightly, and he placed his knees on the soft bed. Not to forget that, the soft bed added to what I felt, and even the pillow I laid my head upon was comforting to my head. He was crawling, but I felt something in my body which made me groan in delight and ecstasy, which made me long for more of his touch, more of that feeling. His hands were on my legs, as he rubbed them softly. Who would believe that the man whose muscles could be frightening to others but enticing to me had hands that were as soft as a baby's bottom? But here he was, using those soft hands of his to run on my body, and when I thought it was the moment I needed, I could feel hot breath on my thighs. I sneaked down and found him placing his moist lips on my thighs, and his hot breath which fell on my skin was gradually blowing my mind away. Suddenly, my hands touched him. I couldn't believe it. My hands touched his muscly back, and though it felt fierce and tough, it was more soothing than what I had ever felt before. And my hands, though they said my brain controlled every move my body parts made, my hands defaulted the rules, and didn't want to end their journey around his body. With my stubborn hands on his head, I could feel the softness of his hair, the texture which didn't seem to be like that which a man could maintain, but it was softer than even mine. Gradually, his hands were going deeper into my thighs, and his lips into my belly button. He licked it, especially licking it like there was an inner sweetness which was hidden inside. It tickles a bit, but it made me fall for him, more drastically than what I thought I would for him. At first I thought his looks and body structure were all that was perfect about him, but this bed skill of his was another mystery I couldn't solve in a minute. His hand on my bosom. "Oh Goodness!", The words escaped my already agapsed mouth as I muttered under my breath, still holding his body down to mine. His hands weren't enough, his tongue did the rest of the journey. Cold as they travelled, his hands had already removed the covering placed on them, and his tongue was journeying round my bosom, onto my nips. I grabbed the bedsheets tighter, I moaned unshamed and placed my legs around his waist, never wanting him to end what I felt on my body. This was supposedly the best moment of my little life, and if any one would tell me this was a dream, I would say such a person had nuts in his brain. But even if truly it was a dream, which I wished it wasn't anyway, then the dream wouldn't end, and I wouldn't leave this dream for anything, and I mean anything. He was very sexy, something words couldn't explain at the moment, but if I wanted to explain the word sexy, my definition would never be found anywhere else except in my world. His strong arms roamed on my soft skin, creating a warmth which no cold or whatever would be able to match up. He did this gently, he did this carefully. Surprisingly, I couldn't see his face, or whenever I got the opportunity to do so, it was either I had my eyes closed due to the passion which stirred up within me, or maybe his face would be buried in my body, ravaging every fibre of my delicate skin. But whatever he looked like, from my previous view of his smile, I could tell that this light-skinned dude with silky hair was, of course, going to be the most handsome man I would have ever seen. He pressed his lips against mine. This time, my lips could really tell of the sweetness and the softness of his, I could feel the amiable and the luscious taste of his lips, and his tongue, slippery but comfortable, and to be honest, delicious. His kiss was so hot for me, I could go a whole day without ending that moment, and there I wished he held me tightly and kept on with the process, for I loved it and hoped for better experiences. He puffed his charming breath on my sensitive neck, licking them and having his teeth slightly pierced into my skin, and his tongue was slowly moving upwards to my ears, and the back of it. Every fibre of my being knew at that moment that I needed more, I craved for more of him, I longed for more of his touch and more of his kisses. And with my body eager to have his on mine, I opened my arms to him, and his smooth body rubbed against mine, and the warmth which was created was enough to surprise me and make me more keen to him. But this didn't seem to me like Felix, and I still laid on the bed, wondering OK what this could really be, still struggling to have a clearer picture of who he really was. And slowly he lifted up his face, and his eyes were loved by mine, and his lips parted as he uttered my name, "Ashley!" How did he know my name? This man was full of surprises, and honestly I would say I was expectant of more of his surprises. But his formerly deep voice was gradually becoming lighter, and he still called out to me, "Ashley..!". His voice was recognizable, but it was a female whom my brain had interpreted, and the being who was on me was a male specimen of awesomeness. "Ashley..!", I heard my name immediately, and I opened my eyes. I could see my mother ogling around my face, staring at me as she kept calling out to me, "Ashley..!" "Mom?", I answered with blurry visions of her right in front of me, still there at my face, ogling and waving her hands over my face. "Get up..!", She said. "Get ready.. Alyssa's coming over to give you a ride.!", My mom said again as he shifted a bit from my face and walked out of my room.