Dreams of Thunder
Puzzled, she took in her surroundings, and realized she now lay fully clothed, on her bed... alone... Deep, profound sadness enveloped her as her body tingled with the last throws of release.
It was a dream? No...
Her eyes burned, her heart aching with disappointment. How can something so real only be a dream? She cupped her breasts, her nipples hard and sensitive. She swore she could still feel his tongue flicking the hardened nubs.
Nala quickly crawled to the entrance to her teepee and peeked outside to find him nowhere to be seen. Sadness engulfed her as her gaze settled on the sun setting the horizon ablaze in ribbons of fiery red and orange. It was almost time for her to get ready and join the fire.
Confused, she tried to make sense of it all. Did I do those things to my body? Did he have more of an effect on me than I realized? She sighed resignedly. Maybe she’d see him tonight and validate he was a real person, not some figment of her imagination.
Nala slipped into a fringed deerskin dress and high moccasins. She felt no need to wear fancy embroidery and beading. As darkness settled on the camp, she ventured outside, and smoothed down her fringes and checked her hair hung as it should before heading out to the meeting place.
Like a beacon, fire illuminated the night sky. Her heart beat raced at the prospect of seeing her dream man.