ICE

Journal

Ice mentally slapped herself to stop from thinking any further of her lecherous thoughts. She was still at work, after all. She could fantasize more after she got home and maybe, just maybe, do something to ease her arousal.

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One day, while Ice was busily doing her work, she overheard her co-workers that Sean O'Pry confirmed to attend to the celebratory party that the company will hold. It was to commemorate the success of the newly-issued apparels.

The party will be tonight and Ice couldn't help but smile and run her fantasies all over again. She could see him again tonight. Her body jolted in excitement when the thought of one of her journal entry becoming reality flooded her mind. How she wish it would.

Even though her hours of preparing for the party was reduced to little because of overwork, she didn't let it bother her. She happily went to the venue without any negativity on her, only pure hope.

The party wasn't too extravagant and formal but Ice saw different people with extraordinary glamor and vibe. There were those hot models that had worked with them before and those who are still working with them. Even her co-workers that she used to see everyday made quite a transformation of their own.

Ice scanned the whole venue hoping to see the object of her desire and smiled gleefully when she spotted him. She intently watched him as he moved from group to group while constantly drinking some alcohol. Ice thought that it's a good time to get drunk so she made her way to the bar.

She sat at a stool in front of the bar counter and let her mind wander. She gave some thoughts on what she should write on her journal.

"While I was sitting on the bar stool, he clung his arm to my shoulder and planted wet kisses on my bare neck. I was surprised and I gasped but I tilted my head to give him a better access. After a while, he got restlessly eager and abruptly pulled me into an unknown room. He locked the door and went straight away for my body. He fondled the sensitive part of my chest and sucked so hard at the faction of my shoulder and neck. The bruise will surely be visible tomorrow. I wrapped my arms on his body and tried to give him the same pleasure he was giving me. I bit his earlobe and pressed my body to his until it created the wanted friction that both of us were searching. He growled at the feeling and cursed softly. Then, right then and there, he discarded the unnecessary barrier of clothes and did me so fast, so hard and so rough I almost pass out. Luckily, I stayed conscious for I wouldn't know how euphoric the feeling was."

The last thing Ice remembered before passing out was the unending glasses of heavy liquor she requested from the bartender. What came after that was still unknown to her. However, she woke up with someone on top of her while giving soft kisses to her neck. Ice examined the unfamiliar surrounding and concluded that it was only hours since she passed out.

She pushed the man on top of her to look at his face and was shocked to see the drunken state of Sean O'Pry. He was eyeing her with heavy lidded and lustful eyes. Ice swallowed and asked herself if she was dreaming or if it was reality.

After a while, she finally made her mind to stop thinking and just go with the flow. Things like this really happen. She gave in to her desires and let the man continue what he was doing before.

Sean nuzzled every part of her body, caressing and stroking it with too much consideration it almost made her laugh. If this was really reality, it was far too different from her delusions of him. On her journal entries, all she had written were his roughness and agitation when handling her. Never did it cross her mind that he would be so gentle it was like caressing a new-born child. Nonetheless, Ice couldn't complain because the real thing was still better that her fantasies.

While he leisurely strayed his hands all over her body, he was planting feather-light kisses onto her face down to her neck. Again, Ice mused. She couldn't help but compare what she thought he could be from what originally he would be.

That said, his expert tongue was driving her crazy enough to forget what she was thinking. How he handle her was different from her delusion but the results were the same, if not more. She was moaning willfully and was whimpering beneath him. His touches were all so precise and satisfying. He knows exactly where to place his fingers to make her elicit those sweet cries of pleasure.

The time they shared was only short but it was all so worth it. Ice was still feeling ecstatic even after they parted. Her heart was beating so fast from the adrenaline rush and her eyes were still seeing stars. She couldn't believe it finally happened and was different from what she expected. Even still, this Sean O'Pry that she never pictured might be the new subject of her journal entries.

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A/N: Dear Ice, forgive me >.<