The Man Behind the Mask

The buzzing sound filled the room again, but by then, I could hardly think straight. Somehow, this man knew exactly how to use the toy, as if he’d done it before.

Within minutes, I found myself forgetting that the man in front of me was a trespasser. Deep down, I shamefully wanted him to take me even further. He was so good at what he was doing. Before long, I was drenched in sweat, begging for mercy.

"Not enough… You haven’t experienced real pleasure yet," he whispered darkly, his voice like a devil’s.

His hands moved skillfully, intensifying the pleasure to the point where pain and joy blurred together, and flashes of white light danced before my eyes. To be honest, even though I’d had boyfriends before or been married and had a child, I’d never felt anything this intense.

I gasped, my breath heavy, clutching tightly to his muscular arm.

Somewhere in the haze, I managed to ask, "Who are you?"

I bit my lip hard, fighting back the words that nearly escaped—words that would have given him permission to possess me.

As I enjoyed the moment, I simultaneously loathed myself for the shameless thoughts racing through my mind. How could I want this from a stranger?

I assumed what he was doing was just foreplay, and that things would escalate further any second. However, they didn’t. When I was completely spent, he stopped.

Without saying a word, he gently pulled me into his arms.

“Did you enjoy it? Was it good?” His voice had lost its earlier dominance, now laced with a teasing tone.

If the lights were on, I was sure I’d see my face flushed a deep red.

Who was this man? Why was he doing this?

Questions swirled through my mind, but I was too exhausted to think clearly. Pregnancy already made me sleepy, and after that kind of stimulation, I couldn’t fight the drowsiness any longer. I drifted off into a deep sleep.

When I woke up the next morning, there was no trace of the man. Since Mark had left, I hadn’t had a good night’s sleep in ages, but for the first time, I felt completely rested.

Instinctively, I reached inside my clothes to check—I was clean. There was no sticky sensation or anything else.

Had it all been a dream?

I blushed at the thought, thinking maybe I’d just been starved for attention and was imagining the whole thing.

However, just as I was convincing myself it had been a vivid dream, my eyes landed on something unusual—a glass of water on the nightstand. I didn’t remember putting it there before bed.

As I leaned closer, I noticed a small piece of paper tucked beneath the glass. It read: Have some water when you wake up. Clean yourself tonight and wait for me.

I stared at the note, my hand shaking slightly as I picked up the glass. Hesitantly, I took a sip, and the wetness lingered on my tongue.

A strange, hidden thrill swept through me—excitement and shame tangled together in a confusing rush of emotion.

As I tried to piece together who the man might be, my eyes were drawn to the open curtains in my bedroom. Wait… Had I forgotten to close the curtains last night?

I jumped out of bed, moving toward the window. Our apartment complex wasn’t too close together, and I lived on a higher floor. Normally, no one would look directly into my room from this distance. However, if someone wanted to watch… they would have seen everything I did last night, all by myself.

Could the man be one of my neighbors? Had he seen me in my loneliness and decided to sneak in?

A thousand faces flashed through my mind, but none matched the man from last night.

I glanced at my reflection in the mirror, my face glowing with a strange, refreshed radiance from the night’s events. If… If what he said was true, and he came again tonight—should I call the police?

However, he hadn’t hurt me. In fact, he made me feel incredible…