As Jim opened the door to his small shack he felt relieved to finally be home. The day had been long and he'd felt every single minute of it. He kicked his boots off at the door and staggered the few meters to his arm chair, slumping down in it like a man not in his thirties but more in his fifties. He placed his hat on the small table beside him and loosened a few buttons on his jacket.
He relaxed for a minute or two before lighting up a cigarette. He lazily watched the smoke raise above his head, dispersing like it had never existed. He needed this.
It wasn't that the day had been extraordinary. In fact it had been quite routine. He went to the usual places and spoke to the usual people. He'd eaten his three meals, and good meals they were, too. But he'd felt tired and he couldn't get that dream out of his mind.
He chuckled to himself as he thought back to that dream. 'You need to get laid,' he told himself and stood, knowing he also needed a drink. He walked to his small kitchen and grabbed a clean glass from the drying rack. He moved to the dining table and sat down, grateful he hadn't put the bottle of whiskey away from the other night. He poured himself a glass and vowed it would be bed for him after this.
He unbuttoned the rest of his jacket and slowly sipped at his whiskey, taking puffs at his cigarette until it had burnt down to the filter. 'Girly cigarettes' were what his best friend, Tychus, would call them. On this occasion Jim tended to agree. He considered breaking out a cigar, they were in a box stored away for special occasions, but, no, he was determined to go to bed early.
He drained the last of the whiskey in the glass and pushed himself up off the chair. 'I'm getting too damn old for this,' he told himself and sauntered over to the bathroom. He switched on the light and headed for the sink, looking at his face in the mirror. He frowned as he looked at his hair, a few lines of silver marking his black hair. He wasn't sure they had been there yesterday but he thought nothing more of it and proceeded to brush his teeth. He remembered his father, a man he respected so much, his hair grey and full until his death, thus Jim didn't hate the salty highlights.
Jim told himself he'd shower in the morning and with that he turned off the lights and walked to his bedroom, removing his jacket and draping it over a chair. The moonlight poured into his house, his window's blinds were old and refused to keep out the light. He lazily removed the rest of his clothes and crawled into bed as naked as the day he'd been born. His late wife, Liddy, was always telling him to wear pajamas, but her complaints were a distant memory and he enjoyed the feeling of being free and cool during the hot nights of Mar Sara. He knew there were many nights Liddy didn't object and that she enjoyed feeling his naked body against her.
Her loss weighed heavily on his mind, that too of his son, but it had been years and he liked to believe he could fall in love again one day. To one day spend his days in another's arms. He was no psychologist, but he wondered if his dream from last night stemmed from some deep routed need to be loved again. He laughed to himself and at himself; being seduced by a demonic fantasy lady was far from love.
He snuggled down into his bed and he pulled the blanket up to his waist, any further and he knew he'd wake up too hot. He soon dozed off but it wasn't the heat that woke him up long after that.
He opened his eyes to the dark room and was relieved when he saw his succubus fantasy walking towards him. He noticed she wasn't wasting any time and was removing her top as she came towards him. Her large breasts wobbled as she walked and she dropped the unneeded garment to the floor.
Jim merely watched her body, the way it moved, her dimensions were everything he could ever have imagined and hoped for.
She placed her fingers on her thong and slowly pulled it down her long legs, as she did Jim admired her black thigh high boots complete with stiletto heels. She kept said boots on as she came to kneel on the bed. She looked into his eyes and smirked. She used a hand to pull the covers from his crotch and she looked down at her prize.
"You're beautiful," he admired her as she admired his manhood. She looked to his face and smiled, moving slowly to straddle him like she had last night.
Tonight was different. Last night, Jim had felt paralyzed, unable to move and unable to touch the beauty before him. But tonight he felt his arms free. He raised them and placed them on her hips, her skin warm and soft.
She would allow him to touch her tonight, he was so willing to it seemed a shame to forbid him.
"You're so sexy," he told her as he pushed his hands up her body to her breasts. She groaned as he did. He let his fingers explore her chest, holding her large breasts in his strong hands, gently squeezing them and caressing them.
"You want me," she groaned and he began to thumb her nipples.
"I want you," he told her. He was fully erect and felt her hands on him, guiding him and sliding him into her wet, tight hole.
She gyrated against him while he continued to touch her chest. She pushed her long fingers into his hair and groaned louder this time, she increased her speed and vigor, bringing them both to orgasm moments later.
Jim had barely removed his hands from her breasts before he fell asleep, exhausted from the encounter.