She can't get it out of her head.

Alexa drove across town, running errands to kill time before her hair appointment. As she made her stops, her thoughts were clouded by the shadow of the mysterious dream man. Why couldn’t she get rid of him? She had to have seen his face before, that much she was certain of, but she couldn’t figure out why he had appeared in her dream. In the past, she had wet dreams about guys she was seeing, or very hot strangers, but this felt different. Somehow, she felt magnetically pulled towards this stranger. His presence in her dream wasn’t like one she had felt before. She didn’t picture him as irresistibly attractive, but she was sexually fixated on him nonetheless. He had some kind of indescribable authority, even outside of that dream.

In a gift shop, picking up a birthday gift for her friend, Alexa felt compelled to double-check herself in the mirror. She told herself she just wanted to make sure that she was happy with her appearance, but she also felt a whisper of an urge to look good for him, just in case she somehow ran into him in real life. Alexa continued to try to push these thoughts out of her head as she stopped by the post office to send a pair of shoes in the mail, but it felt like she couldn’t get the thought out of her head completely, even while she went about her mundane tasks.

She could shift her focus to something else, but every time her mind drifted back to the mystery man, she felt a little warm feeling between her legs. As she sat in her car seat, she unconsciously pressed her thighs together tightly and rubbed her legs together. As she waited in the parking lot with her eyes closed, she played back the memory of kneeling before the man and felt a shock shoot through her spine as if she had been hit by a bolt of static. Taken aback, her breath hitched in her throat, and her eyes shot open. She shook her head and furrowed her brow, determined not to let these errant thoughts control her. As she stepped out of the car, she slammed shut the door in frustration.