In with the New Baby

Lincoln. A true hunk of a man. I’m ashamed to say it but every time he sat in my examining room, I was checking him out. His arms, shoulders, and that chest. I can’t tell you how much I love a man’s pecs, especially as they ascend to his shoulders and that thick muscle between his neck and shoulder.

I just want to bite it until I draw blood.

Anyway, I go back out to the kitchen to find candles to place around the bathroom so I can dim the lights and create atmosphere.

Margie still hacks away. I ask her if she’d like something to drink or eat. She says no, but I make her a cup of herbal tea to help her sleep. She works so hard.

She thanks me and I retreat to the warmth and softness of the bathroom.

I undress and check myself out in the mirror. Not bad but I could always improve.

It’s funny how when you suddenly find yourself attracted to someone new, that you begin to want to improve yourself physically, watch your diet, and above all, mention his name in every other line of conversation you have with everyone else. And also how you begin to reinterpret your life through his eyes.

What would Lincoln think if he heard me talking to Margie?

What does he think when he sees me with other clients?

I want him to admire me, be amused by me, and be proud of me. I want him to make me his focus.

It’s stupid, of course, and selfish and ridiculous of me. But love does funny things. And people do funny things for love.

I get into the tub and rest against the back tile. The warmth of the suds envelops me, and I relax.

Suddenly I’m awake. I must have fallen asleep, drifted off due to being too relaxed, but now I feel so horny.

I just can’t get Lincoln out of my mind.

I start rubbing my clit, touching myself, and inserting my finger, thinking of it as Lincoln’s hard dick, even though I know it would be much bigger.

I can see him fucking me. He’s naked and sweaty. My hands rub over his hairy pecs as he fucks me. He just has this hard and steady look on his face. He looks me in the eyes and just fucks me.

He fucks me so hard I just can’t take it. He drips sweat on me and I wrap my legs around his neck and rest my thighs on his shoulders. He pauses and adjusts my thighs to fit around his neck. He smiles and I just am so in love with him.

Not love, I tell myself. It is way too soon. Plus, he’s not my type. Other than for his perfect body, filled with hair, just like I like it. But personality-wise, he’s a cocky, grumpy asshole who cursed at me and stormed out of my office the first day we met.

How could I love that?

Still, my fantasy persists.

He stops and wipes his brow.

“Jesus,” he says and looks down at me. “Ready?”

I say nothing and let him fuck me. I feel his cock in me thrusting hard and fast and I just want him inside me entirely.

He speeds up and fucks me faster and faster, until he is all the way inside me like I’d hoped. Soon he arches back and groans. I feel his cum inside me and I love that he shot his load. I want his baby.

He collapses on top of me and breathes heavily.

I stroke his back.

“That was great,” I say.

He raises himself, smiles, and we kiss.

“I love you,” he says.

“I love you too.”

In real life, I’m rubbing my clit, feeling myself cum as my fantasy ends. I breathe deeply and just know that I’m going to fall asleep again now that I’m so spent and exhausted.

When I awake. the candles burn low.

I’m even more tired and I tell myself to get to bed.

I also promise myself that this fantasy will come true.

Lincoln, I say to myself as I get out of the tub and blow out of the candles.

You will be mine.

Chapter 11

Lincoln

I have a follow-up appointment with Amanda today. It’s been a few days since we had dinner and, to be honest, I kind of have been avoiding her. She’s called and I just answer her with texts. I like this girl but thinking about going to Texas just ain’t cool with me. No offense to her – I just have unfinished business there I’d like to leave unfinished.

I enter the clinic and have to wait for a while. I see an elderly couple checking out at the desk. She’s crooked and bent over, has a walker, and can’t hear.

Her husband takes care of business at the desk. He has to yell at her to get an answer. She looks disoriented, but when they finally turn to leave, she pushes her walker out as he pats her on the back.