Another Chance

Patricia Pixie❤
2 min readJun 14, 2021

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For starters, was she even real?

Photo by Gantas Vaičiulėnas on Unsplash

“What are you staring at?” she exclaimed, unable to hide that mischievous smile from her round face.

“No-Nothing!” the young man managed to mumble, feeling his whole body slowly turning bright red.

Honestly, blushing would have been the natural response of any grown man to have such a beautiful woman sitting a few inches from him.

Ethereal legs, which looked like two columns built by hand by the most talented architect in the world. A pair of generous breasts, framed by a fitted cream blouse.

But the best part of that beautiful human being in front of the shy student was the face. A round ebony mirror, illuminated by teeth white as a pearl necklace. Simply put, her presence emanated an almost heavenly air.

Every time the young student saw that beauty, for a few seconds he allowed himself to dream that he was the owner of the fiery brunette’s caresses. He imagined possessing her right there in the college laundry.

In his wild fantasy, he would take the brunette by her long ponytail, and without asking for permission, he would begin to finger her without feeling any kind of remorse. She simply let herself be loved, smiling devilishly. With rapidity, he descended between the curves of her body, until he reached the most humid part of her body. Then, he made his way between the brunette’s shapely legs, and entered her narrow opening. The two were fused in a fiery embrace, and without being able to control themselves completely, their hips began to wobble. Without thinking of anything else, he kissed every inch of the tanned skin of the beautiful woman in front of her. The young woman simply moaned with infinite sweetness. Yesterday’s pain did not matter anymore, for an instant, the entire universe had conspired to make the young man’s greatest dream come true.

But suddenly, the noise of the washing machines brought him back to earth.

“Don’t stare at me like that, boy. You could end up cross-eyed.”

“Hey, yeah. Thank you very much for your concern,” the boy managed to mutter awkwardly before walking away from the laundry as if he had seen a ghost.

To this day, the boy had been unsuccessful in trying to make the wildest of his dreams come true. That crippling shyness had attacked him again. But he didn’t let that ruin his dream. He knew that tomorrow life was going to give him another chance to try to touch heaven on Earth.

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Patricia Pixie❤
Patricia Pixie❤

Written by Patricia Pixie❤

Billingual writer/music lover/tarot reader/Interested in the mysteries of the human mind misspatypixie@outlook.com

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