Real-life of The Dreamer #2

They finally say goodbye after exchanging numbers for further contacts, and decide to go home. The school building is actually not too far from home for an adult like Dara. So she decides to walk home as her exercise today, to fill her rules for tomorrow's report. It's going to be more than half an hour, so she will be safe. She smiles softly and hums herself a bit once in a while as she walks. 

She has walked one long straight pace for quite some time then takes a left turn for some groceries shopping. Then reaches her HDB building in another 15-17 minutes. With a few kilos of the supplies in her hands, it does feel like an exercise, not only walking. Dara mumbles as she walks in on the entrance "just don't take the stairs, feet. Take the elevator, please, elevator.." 

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Dara mumbles and takes a seat on the stairs when she sees the 4th FLOOR sign, cursing her shoes, "It's all because of you! You damn shoes! Do you want me to curse you into a couple of frogs?! No one can turn you into Prince or Princess since you will be a couple of frogs! Gosh!" She feels ridiculous talking to a pair of shoes and frowns, lifting her left hand to see the time on her wristwatch, "Oh my!" She turns around, drags her feet up and continues climbing the never-ending stairs. 

Dara leans her body against the wall beside the door and unlocks, opening it. She puts the bags of supplies on the floor as she enters the opened door then closes it. Trying to breathe, she thinks, "why the heck did I do that for? I did the thirty minutes, that was supposed to be enough, argh, idiot." 

She sits her butt on the floor and locks the door, trying to manage and calm her breathing down. Taking off her shoes, she harshly points at them and curses them  one more time "dammit you shoes!" 

"Oh! It's almost Master Alec's waking up time, I don't want to be late," Dara tells and rushes herself, standing up to her feet and walking away. She lifts her long brown hair and ties it up randomly into a bun, shortly washing her face and then dry it. Feeling freshened, she enters her bedroom with her phone in her hand, starting to type. 

"I hold the hem of my dark blue top in my hands, and effortlessly pull it up, over my head and toss it to the floor

The beauty of my cleavage peeking under my black tight sports bra, as I bow down with my thumbs slipped into the band of my leggings and pull them down poking my delicate bum out

I wiggle my hips to release my slim legs from my tight pants and toss them away with my top

Finally, I unhook the clasp of my bra, pull it up exposing my delicious mounds out beautifully."

She writes them all down and does exactly what she just wrote as well. Then she continues typing with heated cheeks while walking to the small red rugs on the floor next to her bed. 

"I come to approach in graceful to Master Alec, tend the way to remain in silent 

My deep brown eyes meekly stare to the air when I demote my tiny self down, load my peachy bum upon my tiny feet

My face brightens in blush, crowned with silky dark hair along on its side that flows down covering parts of my naked front

I spread my thighs wideout and give Master Alec a clear view of the inviting gap between my lap

Smoothly I take my skinny arms up high over my bowing crown of my head and cross them by the wrist in submission pose

Good morning Master Alec."

Dara puts her phone upon the pile of her outfit next to her. She stays kneeling on the rugs for a couple of minutes, in the submission pose, and waits for his response. She listens to the clock ticking from the living room, it's a total worthy calming silence she has while waiting.

It feels like quite some time though, but when Dara takes a glance at her phone it's just been ten minutes or so. Then her arms get tired, and she slowly shifts them down, placing them on her lap serenely, just like how a lady should be.

It's been almost 15 minutes and no answer. 

She starts to count in her brain : 

One

Two

Three

Four

Five

Six

Seven

Eight 

Nine

Ten

She sighs deeply. "Alright, I have a life too," and get herself up and dressed, going to walk out the bedroom when she suddenly hears the notification sound of her phone. She turns her body back and grabs the phone into her hands excitedly, seeing his text popping up,  "Good morning, Dara." 

Dara was about to type a reply to him when his next message brightens her smile," you're working hard for your kneel."

She throws herself onto the bed, smiling ever so wide, "thank you, Master Alec." 

"And the pose is very much pleasing me."

"I blush deeply," she writes as her cheeks are blooming high.

"thank you, Master Alec." 

"My pleasure it is, Dara."

She continues her daily report to him, this is day 314 of it. She reports to him her yesterday routine, her exercise, the foods that she had, her reading assignment, her water intake (yes, can you believe that?! Water intake!!), the weird dream that she had earlier also about Kannika.

She smiles happily lying in the bed on her back watching his profile picture, caressing his strong jawline, with the freshly shaved beard, his deep green eyes, his… Hmm... How to tell what exactly his hair colour is. It's very very light brown, but it's not blonde, but it's not light brown, it's lighter than light brown. 

Anyway, his hair is quite long for a man, in a wet-look style, brushed to the side and some strands are slinging around his eyebrow. "Aaahhh…" Dara blushes. His smile lines curve smoothly on both sides of his lips corner. 

Dara is not in love, don't get her wrong. But she admires that man, deeply. She rolls her body on the bed, lying on her belly, and typing, still discussing her English progress. It's not her first language and living in Singapore doesn't make it better, because most people talk in casual and easy English. 

While Master Alec keeps on expecting her to speak, well write, in a proper way. 

She exhales sharply to the never-ending topic. Then frowns down a bit. Then just smiles softly watching at her phone screen, seeing his account writing when his next message turns her soft smile into a mischievous one.

"Anyway, Dara, are you still properly naked?" Dara touches her lips with her index finger and slides it up poking her nose while clenching her eyes.

"I am, Master Alec." 

"Mmm… Are you aroused posing for me?" He continues.

"I blush shyly as I spread my legs wide enough to show you that I have that puddle of slick juice," Dara squeezes her phone and spasms herself on the bed. 

"I pull you into bed with me."

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She rolls her body and squirms as she sends her clothes off of her one more time and piles them up on the corner of her bed, can't hide how excited she feels.