The Excitement of the Unexpected

Rosemary’s eyes fluttered open slowly. The particles in the light beams danced with the warming summer breeze as she heard the curtains flutter. Her eyes focused on her surroundings as the familiarity sunk in. She sat up suddenly and remembered the woman from yesterday which of course, caused more questions. She didn’t know if she should do her usual morning routine seeing as how the boy wouldn’t be coming today to drop off a basket. She looked at her hands, her feet, her stomach, her breasts, and even pulled her hair. Everything on her was the same. She didn’t turn into a troll. An elf maybe? She ran to the hall to look at herself in the mirror. Her ears were still her own. No gills even... although she figured it wouldn't make sense for her to be turned into a fish.

Her nightgown fluttered as she gracefully sat upon her couch. She looked around. Everything was the same. The books, the fireplace, the kitchen… nothing was different or out of place. She thought of the woman from yesterday and tried to place her in her memory… she couldn’t. Then she tried to remember anything… she couldn’t.

“This is hopeless!” She stated out loud in frustration. “I don’t even have bunny’s and deer to talk to.”

She grunted an exasperated groan as she fell onto the couch.

This couldn’t be her life forever. She wondered if she was dead and this was a form of her own hell. But what did she do in her life to cause such secluded misery? In death, you constantly remember the pain of life when in hell... but this... she pinched herself in hopes it was a bad dream. It hurt. And it wasn't.

Maybe I can go through the barrier. She thought as she ran outside barefoot and to the gate. She had fallen on her tushy enough times to know to approach the gate with caution, so she slowly held her hand out and felt the pain of the invisible wall warning her that she could not pass… Nothing had changed. She looked around the yard to see the fence in its perfect rectangle to see if there may be a new gate or opening that she could squeeze through... maybe even a glowing tear in the invisible wall.  Same long gate. She checked to see if there was something in her garden… a key perhaps growing out of a green bean plant (she had read that in one of the books she had)… no key. In any of the plants.

Defeated, she went indoors and decided to just do her normal routine. She didn’t know what else to do. Maybe yesterday didn’t actually happen or it was a dream of false hopes. She had no calendar and didn’t even know what day it was. Yes, perhaps yesterday was just a dream. There’s no telling what her desperately lonely mind could be making up. That would make sense. Right?

She got into her routine and went back to her room to undress and then go to take a shower. She turned on the water and waited for it to warm. As the water continued to heat, she stepped in and started humming and then began to sing bits of the song. She didn’t know what she was even singing. It just came to memory. But she liked it. It fit her melancholy mood.

'Forget the woman from yesterday. She isn’t even real. I was probably hallucinating.' Rosemary thought as she stood under the water and started to wash herself. 'Besides, if that old woman was my friend, she wouldn't leave me here alone to rot.'

She sighed a lonely sigh not knowing what could be worse in her life than solitary confinement. Though she didn't remember much, she did know that she didn't like this and she was mad at herself for creating this hell... if yesterday actually happened and this was all Rosemary's own doing.

Suddenly she felt the suds slowly glide down her skin and she gasped. Her breathing became deep as she felt her core heat. That glorious feeling was back, and she loved it. She wanted more of it. She wanted it to be real. She looked around hoping, but she knew she was alone. She placed her left hand between her legs and felt the source of her tingling and started to rub her swollen bud, steadily getting faster. This was new and very exciting. She had never done this before, that she remembered, but it felt so good. She had felt this tingling before, but never as intense as that moment. She interrupted her song with a deep feral groan. The noises that came from her own mouth surprised her. She had to place her right hand on the tiles to keep steady, then rest her head next to her hand. She groaned painfully as the feelings arose in her. This loneliness, this need, this torture. Did she really do this to herself? Her unheard whimpers caught in her throat as she turned her body and in full stroke saw him. Her eyes teared up as she saw him; this astonishingly handsome and naked strange man who was evidently ready to ravage her. Her breath, lost, as she silently begged him to take her out of her misery… to take her. In three steps he was in the shower with her, they looked at each other in astonishment. Both breathing heavily, and suddenly he lifted her and wrapped her legs around him…

As she felt the inner explosions in her body while this completely delicious looking stranger continued to vehemently thrust into her, questions came and went in her mind. More like they went. All she knew was that she wanted him and he wanted her. And as they murmured their names to each other, all she wanted was more of him.

And gladly the stranger did oblige. His hot kisses on her neck made her beg him for more in her pleading moans and it felt like he knew exactly what she wanted. She felt him harden inside of her and she gasped deeply at the strong sensations. This time he thrust harder and she felt him go deeper into her. The pain and pleasure were too much for her and she screamed out her second release. Content with her glorious pleasure, he did the same. Their pants in unison as they continued to kiss each other until she laid her head upon his very strong and chiseled chest.