I rarely have a wet dream. I’ve always wanted to, but this morning I woke up wet. I dreamt I was a naughty girl who had a crush on a married man, but she does get her man. The married man was into me, big style, and while the wife was in another room, he preyed on me with his attentive words, and excuses to touch any part of my skin.
I tried my hardest to resist his dark pink lips that spoke such kind words, but my fight gave up when he pinned me against the wall and kissed me deep and hard. There was no way I could resist…especially not with the kiss he gave me that sent a spike of lust down to my pussy. Mmm.
When I suddenly realised I was dreaming, I was well aware I was starring in the dream, but the person I thought I would be kissing had vanished, and been replaced by my crush. Not sure if it was my first lucid dream, but I’ve been a little too smily today.
Good vibes are around me today, but that dream has filled my pussy with new blood, considering that I have to forget about my silly relationship with K that was never going to happen. Fuck he did turn me on, although we had never met. Maybe we did have a connection somehow, but now I feel it was a waste of my energy when he can’t even respond to my simple emails. Clearly, there are some more lies somewhere in his web of deceit.
Getting such a craving for sex, yet I have moved past one night stands. Even if I wanted to call up an old fuck bud, my consciousness will not allow me to do so. Damn. I’ve had some right good shags too. Weird phases, but I’m horny for a dick to slide into my slickness, and satisfy me. Mmm.
Perhaps I’ll meet my prince in the fifth dimension where time is infinite. I can’t imagine how it would feel to live in a place that is not controlled by time, but it would sure put me through a damn sweaty sexual workout.
