Kaya's Delicious Calves

I wake up in a cold sweat. I look over at the clock and it's 2:30 AM.

It's a dream. Only a dream.

I turn over and try to go back to sleep.

But I can't. The dream lingers, the image of her calves burned into my mind's eye.

I groan again, frustrated with myself and my inability to forget.

I can't sleep now, so I get out of bed and start cleaning the house for some ungodly reason.

I start with the kitchen, just trying to keep moving as my brain taunts me with images from my dream.

The girl stood before me, legs pressed together, the smooth skin above her knees glistening with a light sheen of sweat that highlighted every curve of her calves and thighs. She stared at me defiantly, daring me to make some sort of move on her. Her calves were flexed - hard like steel beneath their glossy sheen - threatening to burst forth from beneath the taut skin of her lower legs. She was waiting for me to make a move on her and I couldn't because I knew if I tried something she would twist me up like a pretzel with those powerful calves and it would be agonizing death by torture at the hands of this goddess standing before me in all her glory...