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Z is for Zzzz

Amelia: March 28th, 2026

I am not ready to be awake. In fact, I would give almost anything to sink back into the warm embrace of sleep. Except, someone is not going to let me do that. I can feel him at my back, his whole body pressed against the length of my body. He’s warm and comfortable. But his cock is hard against my ass. I press back against him. This is a pretty nice way to wake up, after all…

I know the body pressed against me. It’s familiar and comfortable. It’s my fiance, and I love waking up next to him.

Except, as he presses his cock against me more firmly, it feels different. I can’t explain what exactly is different, but something is…

And then he whispers in my ear, and I know it’s not my fiance. “Good morning, beautiful,” he says. That’s not what my fiance calls me. Not that he doesn’t think I’m beautiful, that’s just not his nickname for me. Who the hell is in my bed?

No, not my bed. My couch. My couch is deep and comfortable, and I fell asleep watching a movie. Jurassic Park. The memories come flooding back. Calum died, I met Frank at the concert I was supposed to go to with Calum. And now Frank and I are… I don’t know what we are. But he’s the one whose cock I can feel pressing against my back. And now that I’m remembering who he is, I’m not sad about it. In fact…

I grind my hips back against him, and his arm tightens around me. “You are already impossible to resist. If you don’t stop grinding against me, you can’t hold me responsible for what happens next.”

“Oh,” I whisper, pressing my ass into him even harder, “and what exactly is that?”

“I am going to give you more pleasure than you can handle, beautiful,” he says into my ear.

And I can’t help but laugh. He has no idea just how much I can handle. But he is about to find out. We are both about to find out.