Lupine Dreams
Copyright© 2025 by Arcadia
Chapter 16
Romantic Sex Story: Chapter 16 - A young, punk nightclub DJ and a mild-mannered teacher form an unexpected bond over shared insecurities as they struggle to enter unwelcome new stages of their lives. To grow into the people they want to be, they must first overcome the mistakes they keep repeating. Is it enough just to try? Rewards readers who want to get lost in a vivid, modern character study of imperfect, emotional people trying their best. Sex plays a large role thematically, but occurs sporadically.
Caution: This Romantic Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Consensual Romantic Heterosexual Fiction Tear Jerker FemaleDom Rough Spanking Massage Oral Sex Public Sex Slow
[vibe track: trampoline jauz remix - shaed]
Sync tracks. Play. Crossfade.
Cameron was in a groove, her body surrendering to the beat. This was how she wanted it. The crowd had thinned out by now. The ones left were the ones who had nowhere to go but where the music took them. And Cameron was ready to follow it anywhere.
But her eyes weren’t. They kept darting to the entrance. She knew why, but she didn’t want to think about it.
Sync tracks. Play. Fade.
She tried to focus on the vibe of the crowd, the pulse of the bass. The wispy vocals spreading its wings over the top of it all, like she longed to do.
Time was an illusion, one she’d shattered hours ago. Or maybe it was days. Or maybe she hadn’t gotten around to it yet. Was she ignoring that too?
I should know by now ignoring it doesn’t do any good, either.
Every time she looked up, she was hoping to see him walk in, bewildered and out of place until he spotted her.
She knew that was stupid.
So she went back to ignoring it.
Sync tracks. Play. Fade.
Cameron had finally gotten the answer she’d been dreading when she got back to her shitty apartment that morning.
Gram scheduled the burial. Everything was taken care of, just like Cameron had wanted.
Ten days. That’s how long it would take to burn her mother’s body, put it in a box, and get ready to stick her in the ground. Or maybe that was how long it took to burn everybody else’s mothers until they got to hers.
Why couldn’t she feel the molly yet? Wasn’t she supposed to be feeling good? It never took this long to kick in.
Sync tracks. Play. Look to door.
Gram said she’d come. So would Kendra.
See? I’m not alone. Look at all these people!
She surveyed the vibrating crowd, the throng of night owls like her who didn’t want the party to end.
Whatever they were ignoring, she was happy to help.
He wasn’t coming. She’d helped with that, too, hadn’t she.
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