This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, events, and incidents are the products of the author's imagination. All characters are over the age of eighteen.
Dreams of Him
February 20th
Dear Diary,
It's been a lifetime since I've written in you. Literally, my daughter's lifetime. Emily turned twenty-two three months ago and now she's planning her wedding.
I'm forty-four now and my troubles aren't a midlife crisis; like maybe an emotional response to my baby getting married or something like that. But maybe they are. My doctor says it could be a hormonal imbalance from perimenopause. God, I'm so confused. All I know is that I can't tell anyone else about this. That's why I'm putting fresh paper into this old binder and picking up my pen.
I have missed you Diary, but when you have an amazing husband who hears all your woes and sees you through the dark times, there's not much need to jot everything down, like when I was a girl.
But this ... this I cannot tell Frank. I cannot tell my daughter because it's her fault this has happened to me. Because she brought
him
into my life. She brought Caleb, her new fiancé.
A year ago, when she was away at school, we were aware that she had a steady guy. She told us all about him and gushed about what a good man he was, smart and sweet and headed for great things professionally. But she's not into social media like most girls her age, so we only saw him in a single photo, and it wasn't a very good one. He was tall, blonde-haired, with an athletic build.
It wasn't until we went up to see her graduate from university, that we got a good look at him.
Diary, you know those big handsome guys that the movie studios like to put a tight suit on and call them a superhero? Caleb leaves them all in the dust. He is magnificent. An Adonis. Frank is five foot ten and Caleb has an easy six inches on him, and where Frank is lean, Caleb has the build of a prize fighter. And he is devastatingly handsome.
It was all I could do to not stare at him and mumble a greeting when she introduced us.
Happily, we were only there for a day. Soon after, I was easily able to put him out of my mind. But she wants to marry him here at our home, where she grew up. They both got jobs not far from the university but while we are planning the wedding, they have been driving down and staying ... here.
Diary, this is when I began to lose my mind.
***
February 27th
Frank is a fine, handsome man. But when someone mentions the words "alpha male" he isn't what I think of. Caleb though ... my God. My pulse races when he walks into the room. The muscles, his wild blonde hair, and his smile ... give him a feral, animalistic look. The things I have imagined doing to him make me ashamed. I was doing okay and keeping it together until the fourth day they stayed with us.
I came home from work a little early to find him standing in the guest bathroom with the door open. He was shaving, wearing only a towel. He was fresh from the shower, and I could see rivulets of water running down his naked back from his wet hair.
The muscles of his back were wonderfully defined. I couldn't take my eyes off him. I felt the cleft between my legs get wet and my heart beat like a drum. I imagined running my hands over his body. Chest and shoulders, back and stomach. And then tug at that towel to see the wonder that lies beneath. He almost caught me staring when he tapped his razor on the sink and turned his head to the right.
I stepped back just in time. With Frank not home for two hours, I went to my room, locked the door, and masturbated wildly.
That night, I couldn't sleep. I looked over at Frank. He looks so sweet when he sleeps. That's when I heard my daughter. Even from down the hall, I could hear her moaning. It was clear she was trying to be quiet but wasn't quite successful. She made little throaty squeaks. "Hnn, hnn, hnn." In my mind, I could see his amazing body pumping down into me, his face sweaty and flushed. I rolled over and buried my hands in my crotch once again.
At some point, they finished quietly, and I eventually drifted off, but it was fitful. That's when I had my first dream of him.
I woke in our bed, sighed deeply, and rolled over toward Frank. But it wasn't Frank. Caleb smiled at me in the moonlight. "Katie, I've been waiting for you to wake up," he said softly.
I smiled, completely unphased by his presence. "You have?" I replied.
He smiled and slid closer to me. I looked down over his toned naked body and smiled when I saw his flaccid penis. It hung limply across his upper thigh.
He reached out with his hand and cupped my cheek. "Of course. You're so beautiful and soft, it's all I can do to not touch you all day. Can I touch you now?"
I turned my head and kissed his wrist. "Yes, baby. All you want."
Caleb stretched across me and kissed me deeply. I wrapped my arms around him and pulled him into me. I felt my hands moving across the corded muscles of his back. We moaned as our bodies pressed together. His cock became hard, and I felt it pushing between my thighs.
He kissed my neck and then down my collarbone. Before long I felt his lips on my breasts, and I shivered in my arousal. My body trembled as his hands glided over my naked body, touching me everywhere. His fingers danced across my vulva, caressing my clit ever so gently.
Caleb kissed his way to my nipples and sucked one into his mouth. I could feel his tongue roll over it and nip it between his tongue and teeth. It felt amazing and before long I could feel my pussy leaking and I told him what I wanted.
"Caleb, put your beautiful cock in me. I want to feel it fill me."
