Hello, I’m thinking of rewriting chapter 2, if you have read it then I would like to hear your thoughts on this. Thank you for reading.

I slowly start to hear my alarm start to stir me awake from my deep slumber. I open my eyes to the blurry vision that greets most in the mornings, slap the the stop button on my phone to quiet the incessant noise. I hear the silence that’s usually filled with Timmy and Sally playing in their rooms, though my parents have them for the week to give me time to prepare for Christmas.

I sit up, swing my legs off of the bed then stay still, closing my eyes as I remember the recurring dreams I’ve been blessed with since that first night in October, Eduardo has been in them every single time. I smile to myself as I can feel my body responding to the mere thought of him. I bring myself back to reality and check my phone.

One message saying I have won a new iPhone, please send £5 to this website to claim my prize, so I delete it and start my day. Jimmy will already be at work, so just me alone in the house today. I throw on my dressing gown and make my way downstairs, to start the ritual of the morning coffee.

The day at the Manor House filled my mind as I sipped my coffee, the way he disappeared again. I went back a week later, I pressed the same button he did and was told that they knew of no Eduardo. It’s as if he doesn’t exist, a figment of my needing mind. I put it out of my head, like I always try to do, lest I go mad, if I haven’t gone so already. Though surely a hallucination can’t do the things he has to me? As the morning essential is finished, I decide today will be filled with my dressing gown and cleaning, a deep clean, ready for the Christmas event Jimmy will inevitably throw here for his partners and any clients he can convince to come, the work for them done by me of course. Today the cleaning, then the shopping and cooking, while he will happily drink and drink all the supplies dry with everyone as I wait and serve on them. I let out a sigh, get up and wish I could have another day with him.

I wipe my fore head with the back of my hand as I straighten my self back up, pleased with the results I’ve achieved with my vacuuming. Only four hours in and it’s all done, I check my phone, also it’s past twelve which means it’s more than socially acceptable to pour a glass to celebrate this small achievement.

As I’m poring the bottle of fizz into my larger wine glass, a knock at the door startles me. I look down and remember I only have my gown on today and hope it’s only a delivery and not anyone we actually know at the door.

It’s him. Standing there, dashing as ever with a bunch of flowers. “Hello beautiful, I thought today could be a good day to see you again?” He says with that smile that breaks me instantly each time I’ve been with him. This time though, I Stand firm and fight the desire that suddenly started to swirl inside me, how can he do that to me? “Come in, though you have some questions to answer.” I confidently command. “Okay, sounds good to me.” He said. Though I noticed an expression of surprise fill that beautiful sculpted face of his, it only lasted a fraction of a second but I caught it no less.

We sit at the table, me with my well deserved glass, he with nothing. “How do you keep disappearing?” I blurt out, the need to know too great for me to contain. “That’s a long story, maybe after we reacquaint ourselves?” Again his smile returns, with it the feelings of need and desire fill me, in that moment again I felt as if I could jump over this table to him. I fight it, although he has made my life a lot more fun with his two appearances, I’m not a woman that will be easily used as and when he decides to show up. “No, I think I would rather know now.” I say. That look of surprise reappears, then a look of confusion. “Okay, this hasn’t happened before. No one has resisted before. How are you doing this?” He says “I asked my question first” I reply “Well, it’s what I do, I feel a woman that I can pair with then, well I pair with them. It will probably be easier to show you” he says as he holds out his hand. I take it, hoping it will either confirm or deny my worry that Im hallucinating all of this.

“Close your eyes, my dear.” I close them. Then images flash. Images of him at first, then images of him with many different women. Each time dressed in different costumes, one as a Roman, one as a Victorian englishman and so on. Also I noticed the women also adorned the same costumes. The stream of images, I guessed maybe memories? Kept coming through, hundreds, maybe thousands.

I snatch my hand back, look at him, horrified. “What are you?” I whisper in my stunned state. “I have been called a god, a demon and even the devil before. Though I’m not really any of these things. I’m not really sure of what I am totally, just that I feel when a woman I can pair with is near I must have her.” He replies. “How old are you? Are you even alive? Are you even real?” I ask, the question of my sanity coming back to the front of my mind. “I’ve seen man move from caves to now, if a heartbeat means life then I am very much alive and yes, I am very much real, you should know” he winks with that damned smile on the last part, that desire burns inside me again, even harder to control. “So your saying You sleep until a woman you can ‘pair’ with is around to wake you up?” “Yes that’s about the most of it.” “This can’t be real, it doesn’t even make sense.” “I can assure you it’s real, I even have some gifts to help me, though you seem to be the first I have ever met able to resist them” “What’s the point in this pairing? Just sex? You live to have sex?” “Not necessarily, I live to help create great peoples, all the children I have sired over the years have all gone to achieve great things, some small though still great.” “You exist to breed? Your basically a stud? Like a bull” I say stunned even further. “Essentially yes, though I’ve never really sat and thought about it, normally I only meet my pairs once, then go back to my slumber. Your proving difficult. Are you still able to get pregnant or are you too old?” He asks with a quizzical look. “What? Yes well, I haven’t been through the change yet and I’m still only early forties, not that it’s your business.” I can’t believe he asked a question like that. “Ahh, well then how come that night on the rooftop didn’t work? It only ever takes one night, then I feel that it’s done and I move back to my slumber.” He asks I think back, remembering the pill I got from the pharmacy the morning after, the pill that meant we had our second rendezvous. “I took a morning after pill.” He looked at me, amazed. “You have medicine to stop women getting pregnant? Oh this will make my life so much harder” “Yes, I mean how would I explain to my husband that I’m pregnant when we haven’t had sex for a long time. Then that smile, is that all you have to do?” “Yes, I smile and use my other gifts, like the rooftop, if you go there now it’s normal. I make places special somehow.” He says with that smile again. One more and it will break me again, what on earth is going on. “You need to leave, thank you for the flowers but I think either your crazy or I’m going crazy and I need my drink in peace and to think.” “Okay beautiful, it was a nice talk. Strange to talk about me, never had to do that before” he says, then places a tender kiss on my knuckles before heading to the door.

I down the glass once he has left. I then regret that again I had no way to contact him, I also regret I didn’t have him deal with all this, want and desire them cursed smiles filled me with, it didn’t see, to want to subside at all.

After five more minutes had passed I ran to the door, praying he would still be there, praying he can ease this burning inside before going. I pulled the door open as hard as I could, causing my robe to open up as locked my eyes to his. He stepped over the threshold, back inside, took me in his arms and locked his lips to mine. I don’t think I could ever have the power to resist this being.

I let my robe fall completely to the floor as we kissed, wanting to waste no time. He lifted me up, I wrapped my legs around his waist as he carried me back to my living room. He laid me down onto the sofa, started frantically stripping down, revealing that sculpted body in all its glory.

He lay on top of me, his heat making me need him more than ever, kissing my neck moving slowly down to my breasts, he started taking my nipple into his wet warm mouth, flicking it with his tongue, teasing me even more, making me need him even more. “Please, I need you inside me, I can’t take it anymore” I begged and pleaded with him. He swiftly obliged And slid straight inside me, I think I’m always ready for him.

Feeling him fill me up tight made me exhale a deep passionate moan my eyes roll up, his thrusts as always hitting my most sensitive spots, stroking them then pounding them. It didn’t take long for the familiar pressure to start building again, making my body more sensitive to his touch, his tongue still flicking my now engorged nipple, his teeth lightly biting my areola, his hands now wrapped around my back holding me tight against him.

It hit, my mind burst as the pressure released in one big explosion. My legs, wrapped around him started quivering, I screamed his name at the top of my voice. Then immediately after I felt him start to quiver inside me, knowing he was about to release himself in me, I pulled his head up from my breast so I can feel he kiss me. As I felt his hot seed start to fill me, I erupted into another explosion, this one without the long pressure build up. Then another, each spurt of him causing me to burst into orgasm over and over.

We lay for a short time. Him still inside me, just holding me and we kissed. I didn’t want him to disappear again, I needed this, I needed him. Life is more than sex but with him it is life. He kissed my forehead then got up, got dressed then looked back at me as I lay there, out of breath and leaking him all over my sofa. “It seems this time I will have to keep coming back. See you again soon, beautiful.” He smiles and goes to the door. I never hear it open or close, yet I know he has gone.