**Chapter 1: The Beast Awakens**
The late Egyptian sun dipped below the horizon, casting a warm amber glow through the sheer curtains of Alaa and Mohamed’s modest Cairo apartment. Alaa, a petite dynamo at 5’4” and 110 pounds, with cascading dark black hair, lounged on their plush velvet couch, her phone glowing in her delicate hands. Her lips, full and mischievous, curled into a smirk as she typed out a message to Mohamed, who had been in Canada for weeks now, sorting out their future.
*Miss me yet, habibi?* she texted, her fingers dancing over the screen. She shifted, her silk robe slipping slightly to reveal a glimpse of smooth, olive skin. Her body ached with a familiar hunger—one that had been growing since Mohamed left.
His reply came almost instantly. *Every damn second. The beast misses you too. Been unleashed, hasn’t it? What’re you gonna do without my cock to keep you busy?*
Alaa laughed aloud, her voice a sultry melody in the quiet room. She typed back, *Oh, babe, I’ve gotten used to the shape now. Maybe I’ll cheat on you. Find someone to practice on.* She hit send, her heart racing with the thrill of the tease. She loved pushing his buttons, loved the way their banter always ignited something primal between them.
Mohamed’s response was slower this time, but when it came, it dripped with playful suspicion. *Every joke’s got a bit of truth, huh? You better not be getting too horny without me, Alaa. I’ll know.*
She bit her lip, her mind flashing back to their engagement days—those stolen moments when she’d drop to her knees, eager to wrap her lips around him, to feel him grow hard under her touch. She’d loved giving blowjobs, craved the power it gave her, the way Mohamed’s breath would hitch as she took control. And that first time she’d seen his cock, after confessing she’d never seen one before, she’d been mesmerized. They’d had a crazy workout session right after, her curiosity turning into raw, unbridled passion. He’d teased her ever since, calling it the day the beast was unleashed.
Now, miles apart, her body betrayed her with a familiar heat. She typed, *Maybe I’m already dripping wet thinking about someone else. What’re you gonna do about it from Canada?*
His reply was instant. *Woman, you’re playing with fire. When I get back, I’m gonna remind you who owns that pussy. You won’t be able to walk for days.*
Alaa’s breath quickened, her thighs pressing together as she imagined his hands on her, rough and possessive. She shot back, *Promises, promises. Better hurry, or I might find someone to take care of this ache. My ass needs attention too, you know.*
*Don’t test me, Alaa,* he texted. *I’ll have you sweating and panting so hard, you’ll forget anyone else exists.*
She grinned, her body buzzing with anticipation. She stood, letting her robe fall open as she walked to their bedroom, her mind racing with fantasies of his return. She could almost feel him now, his hands gripping her hips, his cock pressing against her, ready to claim her. Her fingers hovered over the phone, tempted to push him further, to describe in vivid detail how wet she was, how much she craved him. But she stopped, a wicked idea forming. Maybe she’d surprise him with a video later—let him see just how much she needed him.
As she lay back on their bed, the sheets cool against her heated skin, she knew one thing for certain: when Mohamed returned, they’d combust. The beast was indeed unleashed, and she was ready to ride the storm.
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