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B:  

There she is. Sitting on the shore of the beach. I’m surprised it’s empty but this is always the setting. Alone on the most beautiful beach in Puerta La Cruz, Venezuela. Even in my human life and I lived in Chicago, USA, this was always a setting, though I didn’t figure out the exact location until I saw pictures of it. I never told anyone but that’s why I moved to Venezuela, I visit that beach everyday with the hopes that I would find her.

Since I don’t need sleep anymore,  I meditate to this place, and as usual the blonde woman was here. I don’t understand it, I’m supposed to be alone.

I have seen her everyday for 150 years, including my human life, yet I don’t know her name or who she is. She has short, wavy blonde hair, enticing hazel eyes, creamy white skin, and a slender petite body. Her smile is so innocent and beautiful, and her voice is so sweet. She has a Southern accent.

I do what I usually do when I come here. I walked to her and sat down next to her on the sand.

"So you’re gonna tell me your name?" I asked.

She giggled and shook her head no. I love her sweet laughter.

"Can I guess?" I offered with my best Porter smile.

"You’re gonna waste you time guessin’ when you can be kissin’ me?" She said in that accent that drove me utterly insane.

With a growl I lunged forward and pressed my lips against hers. Nothing else ever felt so right. Even if I spent eternity completely alone, everything would be okay if I meditated to this place everyday and found this angelic woman here.

I felt her pushing me down onto the sand, her sweet laugh ringing in my ears. Then her soft lips were on mine again, her tongue slipping past my lips. Our tongues met and then the spark became a full fledged wild fire. It’s amazing how easily this imaginary woman controls me like a puppet when all the real people in my life stumble and fall at my feet.

It was like this woman didn’t care who I was, like if she was fearless. Our kiss grew more heated, her hands slipped under my skin-tight black shirt. Her hands caressed my skin gently, and my body quivered under her touch. There was a burning fire with every single feather-light touch. I cried out when I felt her hands on my breasts. Her fingers expertly tweaked my nipples as a teasing smile graced her beautiful face.