The dreams always started the same. A quiet knock on the door, followed by a voice softly whispering my name, asking, almost pleading even, to be let in.
I never remembered their faces, there was too many of them to even try. But the sounds of their voices, that always stayed with me. That I could never forget.
Sensual, sultry, whispering sinful promises from full lips.
God, their voices I always remembered.