Ruby Ann's Short Story

Ruby Ann’s eyes slid shut and she didn’t answer him. She was too busy picturing someone else. She imagined the Wolfman leaning over her, his dark brown hair falling into his golden eyes as he thrust into her. She pictured his sculpted muscles, tense as he held himself above her, pressing his hips into hers over and over again. She pretended that it was his large hand squeezing her breast and pinching at the nipple, that it was him panting over her as he became less controlled. She imagined that it was him crying out her name as he buried himself as deep as possible inside her before collapsing on the bed.
It hadn’t been enough to complete her own desire, but the act coupled with her imagination had been enough to at least sate some of her burning,