In the pulsating heart of Cebu City, an enchanting woman named Aubrey painted the night with her sultry voice. As the city fell into the arms of the night, DJ Aubrey’s enticing show filled the silence, her words and music acting as a provocative dance for insomniacs, and nocturnal creatures hungry for companionship. Among her legion of followers was a man named Ricky, drawn to her like a moth to the mesmerizing flame of her voice.
Ricky, a taciturn mechanic, found solace and a provocative thrill in the seductive rhythm of Aubrey’s radio show. Underneath the hum of his tools by day, he would replay her voice in his head, a tantalizing melody that danced with his fantasies. His addiction to her was embodied in a song, “Aubrey” by Bread, a slow, passionate ballad that seemed to echo his own fervent desires. Each time he dedicated it to her, it felt like a secret confession of his intense yearning.
The infatuation with the enigmatic DJ bloomed into an obsession. The sultry timbre of Aubrey’s voice sparked a blaze in him, her unseen presence stirring his darkest desires. Eventually, his longing to know the woman behind the voice grew so intense it broke the confines of his fantasies.
With a resolve solidified by lust and intrigue, Ricky ventured to the radio station one afternoon. His heart pounded against his chest, a throbbing rhythm that matched the bustling city streets. The sight that greeted him at the station brought his world to a standstill.
Aubrey was radiant, her curves accentuated by a stunning dress that hugged her figure, but the most arresting sight was her pregnant belly. The realization that she was carrying another man’s child was like a shot to his heart. A cocktail of emotions stirred within him: surprise, a twinge of jealousy, and an oddly strong pull of attraction towards her blooming form.
For a moment, he was caught in the thrall of his desires, the sight of her rounded belly making him yearn to touch, to know the warmth of her skin. But reality was a cruel mistress. She had a life he wasn’t a part of, a life that was reflected in the swell of her stomach. It sobered him and added an edge to his fantasies.
With a heavy heart, he retreated back to the comforting solitude of his home. His mind was a whirlpool of conflicting emotions. He was drawn to the pregnant, beautiful woman he’d seen, yet disappointed by the chasm between his fantasy and reality.
Yet, as the night grew deeper, he found himself reaching out to the familiar solace of Aubrey’s voice, his one constant amidst the storm. The radio buzzed to life, her voice seeping into the room, spilling over him in a wave of sensual heat. In his secluded world, he was a devotee, and she was his divine, tantalizing goddess.
With newfound resolve, Ricky picked up the phone and dialed the familiar number. “Hello, Aubrey,” he murmured when she answered. “This is Ricky. Would you mind playing ‘Aubrey’ by Bread?”
As the song’s sensual melody filled the room, he reclined, his thoughts filled with the real Aubrey. The experience had both bruised and enlightened him. He was just a silent admirer, admiring a goddess from afar. The voice that filled the room was more enticing now, real and alive. Even though he couldn’t touch her, he had learned to appreciate her on a deeper level. His fantasies might have been thwarted, but his passion for the woman and her voice was more potent than ever.
Mike m. luster 