Author's Notes:
Alex wakes up to find that his soulmate is gone. She didn't leave. She never existed. Alex has a plan to investigate, and things get interesting...and dark. Is this the beginning of insanity?
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This story contains suspense and mystery but is not lacking in explicit erotic content.
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Chapter 1: Morning in the Twilight Zone
Alex Henderson sat up in bed as soon as he awoke and reluctantly gazed downward at the two pillows in his bed. One had a clear indentation where his head had lain during the night. The other was partially covered with a sheet and showed no signs of being disturbed last night. His groggy face showed signs of being perplexed mixed with a generous helping of despair. "Another morning in the twilight zone," he said grimly to himself.
Alex was determined that this morning would be different. He unsteadily emerged from his bed and quickly got to work. He opened up his closet and hurriedly scanned through the clothes hanging on the racks. All of these clothes belonged to him. No one else's clothes were there. Without bothering to get dressed, he strode nakedly into the spare bedroom that he was using as an office and began setting up his drawing table. His mind was clearing, and he grew more focused. Coffee would be extremely helpful right now, but he feared losing time while he ground the beans and setup his brewing machine. He smiled tightly as he remembered packets of instant coffee in the back of the pantry and finished laying out his drawing materials on the table before placing a cup of water in the microwave. He then made a quick excursion to glance at the counter next to the bathroom sink. He saw exactly what he expected: a single toothbrush in a toothbrush holder. "She was never here," he said to himself.
Alex minored in art in college, and excelled in his abilities in portraiture drawing, and would be putting his skills to work again. He quickly prepared his instant coffee, scurried to his drawing table in the other room, and then turned on his phone's voice recorder as he got to work with his pencil. It was only a matter of time before his memories of her would be completely gone. If today was like previous mornings when this happened, before the morning was over, he wouldn't be able to recall a single memory of her. However, he'd still be able to feel the empty hole in his soul that was torn out of him from her loss. This time, he'd document his memories before they faded. He'd draw her face and any other features he could remember. While he was drawing, he would talk to his voice recorder which would record his experiences with her as best as he could still remember. His face now showed determination. And grief.
"Emma," he said to his voice recorder. "That's her name."
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Chapter 2: Emma
"I got some of your favorite beer and put it in the fridge while you were out," Emma said, as she and Alex were walking down the sidewalk of their street.
"Dark wheat?" asked Alex.
"Franziskaner Hefe-Weisse Dunkel," Emma responded matter-of-factly.
"You are awesome!" he replied.
"I know," she said with a smile, "and I know what you like. I also thought that you'd earned it after this week at work."
"Yay! Thanks!" he replied as he began to think about his work week.
"I know what else you like," she said.
Alex noticed that she wasn't beside him anymore.
"These!" she announced playfully. As Alex turned back to look for Emma, she lifted the bottom of her shirt and bra and flashed him her nipples.
"Emma!" said Alex. "People can see you!"
"No one's looking this way," she replied as she resumed walking to catch up with him. "Don't worry. I checked first."
"Okay," Alex said with a laugh. "I can always count on you to keep me entertained."
"I thought that you'd earned that, too," she said as she began the awkward task of placing her breasts back into her bra beneath her shirt.
"Your generosity is greatly appreciated," he said with a smile. Seeing Emma's nipples along with her playfulness had begun to arouse him and he could feel tightness in the front of his underwear.
"And you love THIS, don't you, Alex?" asked Emma who had somehow slipped behind him again.
Alex turned around to see Emma's bare ass. She was turned away from him and bent over with the back of her skirt pulled up. She wasn't wearing panties and her legs were slightly spread, exposing her pink labia beneath her ass. A little tuft of pubic hair was visible at the bottom.
"Emma!" Alex tried to shout quietly.
Emma quickly stood up, causing her skirt to drop back down, hiding her briefly exposed ass and pussy.
"What do you think you are doing?!" Alex asked.
"Turning you on," she replied calmly as she stepped forward and grasped one of his hands.
"I..." started Alex before stopping himself. He had forgotten what he was going to say. She was right about getting him turned on. The combination of playfulness and boldness was a formula that worked quickly with him. His cock was uncomfortably stiff inside his underwear and his pulse rate had increased as he briefly imagined dropping his pants and inserting himself inside her right there in the street. He realized that he was breathing more heavily.