Loren's delicate fingers danced with a nervous excitement over her phone screen, the glow illuminating her face in the dimly lit bedroom. She was propped up against her white, floral patterned pillows, her crimson hair cascading around her shoulders, the peach coloured silk of her pyjama shirt contrasting against the paleness of her smooth, bare legs. Her brown eyes were fixed on the message she was typing, each word sending a thrill through her body. Her memories of last night playing vividly on her mind. The way he towered above her. The way he danced against her. The way his slightly rough hands felt against her skin. The feeling that engulfed her body as he teased his way up her thighs. How big he felt in her hand through his trousers, all while her boyfriend watched. And not just watched, but enjoyed it. Craved it. Craved more.

"I can't stop thinking about you," she typed, her soft natural pink lips curling into a sly smile as she hit send. Butterflies swarmed in her stomach. The response came almost instantly, the words popping up on her screen like a forbidden temptation.

"Then be a good girl and come and find me," the message read, accompanied by a location pin drop. Loren's heart skipped a beat. She glanced at the clock; She knew that I would be at band practice for at least another hour. The thought of being alone with this stranger, sent a surge of excitement through her.

She quickly typed back, "What are you doing right now?"

The reply was teasing, "Nothing that matters... yet. You?"

Loren bit her lip, her fingers hovering over the camera icon. She snapped a quick selfie, her shirt open just enough to tease the sight of her cleavage, and sent it without a second thought. The response was immediate, a simple fire emoji, but the intensity behind it was palpable.

As she waited for more, she imagined just where last night could have gone if she were brave enough, her cheeks flushing hotter with each explicit scenario she created. This was risky, dangerous even, but the thrill of it all was too intoxicating to resist.

Her phone buzzed again, pulling her from her thoughts. "Tell me what you want," the message demanded. Loren hesitated, her breath catching in her throat. She wanted... everything. She wanted to feel desired, powerful, free.

"I want you to take control," she typed, her fingers trembling slightly. "I want you to make me yours."

The reply was direct, "Meet me for coffee this weekend and maybe we can make that happen."

Loren's pulse raced as she contemplated her next move. The desire burning within her was too strong to ignore. She was so turned on at the thought of experiencing a lot more than just dancing with this man. With a deep breath, she began to type a message to me, something about needing to run an errand over the weekend, but stopped herself. Instead, she took a screenshot of her conversation with the stranger, her heart pounding in her chest as she attached it to a new message.

"Hey baby, just thought you should see this," she wrote, hitting send before she could change her mind. She could just imagine that excitement I would feel reading those messages. I can tell you, I highly doubt she could have imagined just how they made me feel. I couldn't think of anything else for the rest of the day. Imagining my girlfriend being dominated and pleasured by the stranger.

Loren lay sprawled across her bed, the peach pyjama shirt she wore barely covering the sensuous curve of her hips. Her fingers traced lazy circles on her thigh, the memory of his touch still vivid in her mind. She could almost feel his hands on her, his muscular frame towering over her petite form. Loren bit her lip, her imagination taking flight as she recalled the way he had looked at her, with a mix of dominance and desire.

Loren closed her eyes to better immerse herself in the scene she was creating. In her mind, she was back at the club, the music throbbing around her, the crowd a blur of movement. And there he was, standing out like a beacon, his tall frame and confident stride drawing her gaze.

She imagined walking up to him, her steps sure, her body language inviting. He would look down at her, a smirk playing on his lips, and extend a hand. In her fantasy, Loren took his hand, feeling the strength in his grip as he pulled her closer. Their bodies touched, and she could feel the heat radiating off him, intoxicating her.

In her bed, Loren's breathing quickened, her fingers moving with more urgency. She let out a soft moan as she pictured his lips on hers, his kiss demanding and passionate. His hands would roam her body, exploring every curve, igniting sparks of pleasure wherever they touched.

"Yes," she gasped, her voice thick with desire. "Like that."

Her free hand slid beneath the hem of her shirt, finding her nipple already hard and waiting. She circled it gently, teasing her finger tips around her areola, then pinched, eliciting a sharp intake of breath. The sensation was electric, shooting straight to her core. Loren shifted her position, spreading her legs slightly, her other hand seeking the warmth between them.

As her fingers found her clit, she arched her back, pressing into the touch. The fantasy in her head grew more intense. Now, they were no longer at the club but in a private room, the door locked behind them. Her boyfriend sat in a chair in the corner. The air was heavy with anticipation, each breath loud in the silence.

He stood before her, his eyes dark with lust, slowly unbuttoning his shirt. Loren watched, mesmerized, as each button revealed more of his chiseled chest. His muscles flexed as he moved. She licked her lips, her body aching for his touch.

"Take me," she pleaded in her mind, her voice a whisper in the fantasy.

In response, he closed the distance between them, his hands cupping her face. His thumbs brushed her cheeks, his gaze holding hers captive. Then, his lips crashed down on hers, the kiss fierce and claiming. Loren moaned into his mouth, her hands gripping his shoulders for support as waves of pleasure coursed through her.

Back in reality, her fingers worked faster, mimicking the dance of his tongue in her fantasy. She was lost in the sensations, her body tensing with each gentle stroke of her clit. The line between fantasy and reality blurred, making her shudder with each stroke.

Her climax built, a tidal wave gathering force. Loren's breaths came in short gasps, her body a live wire of need. She could almost feel his weight on her, his body pinning her down, his cock pressing against her entrance.

"Fuck me," she cried out, her voice breaking the silence of her room. "Now!"

In her mind, he obliged, thrusting into her with deep, powerful strokes. Each movement pushed her closer to the edge, her body quivering under his onslaught.

"Yes, yes, yes!" she chanted, her voice rising in pitch. "More, give me more!"

Her body tensed, her toes curling, as the peak approached. Loren threw her head back, her red hair fanning out beneath her. She was so close, so incredibly close...