Lena had always been the type of girl who faded into the background. Her wardrobe consisted of muted colors and oversized sweaters, her makeup routine minimal at best. She preferred quiet nights with her books and studying to wild parties or attention-grabbing outfits. Her boyfriend, Jake, adored her for her sweetness and modesty. Life was simple, predictable.
One evening, after finishing a late class, Lena wandered into an old antique shop she’d never noticed before. It was dusty and filled with strange artifacts, the kind of place that seemed to exist out of time. As she browsed, her eyes caught something gleaming on a cluttered shelf—a golden bracelet. It was intricate, with delicate engravings winding around its surface, almost alive with the shimmer of gold. She couldn’t explain why, but she felt drawn to it, as if it was calling her. Without thinking twice, she bought it.
That night, as she prepared for bed, she slid the bracelet onto her wrist. The metal felt cool against her skin, but oddly warm at the same time. She admired it briefly, then crawled under the covers with Jake, who was already asleep. Almost immediately, her eyelids grew heavy, and she fell into a deep slumber.
Hours later, Jake woke to a strange sensation. Lena’s hand was on him, under the sheets, moving along his erected member in a way that was entirely unlike her. Her touch, normally tentative and shy, was confident, teasing. He opened his eyes, confused by what was happening. Lena’s face, half-shrouded in shadow, was serene but distant. Her eyes were open, but there was something unfamiliar about the way she looked at him, like she wasn’t really there—or like someone else was watching him through her eyes.
She continued to stroke him, her movements uncharacteristically practiced. Jake was stunned but didn’t stop her, too wrapped up in the sudden intensity of the moment. He whispered her name softly, “Lena?” But she didn’t answer. Her lips curled into a faint, almost wicked smile as she increased her pace.
Before he could make sense of it, he felt his body jerk off and climax, Lena’s hand slowed, and she rolled over, drifting back to sleep as if nothing had happened. Jake lay there, heart racing, trying to process the strange, erotic encounter.
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