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I’m sowarm.
I crack my eyes open, and everything is dimly lit, bathed in a soft, dreamy wash of pink light.I can feel a man’s large body curled around me, arms embracing me and hands lazily stroking my skin. I close my eyes again, and the man presses tender kisses onto my shoulders and neck. I snuggle back into him, humming contentedly.
This issucha nice dream.
I can feel his cock hard between my thighs, gliding against me easily because I’m already slick with wanting. His arms grip me tighter as I rub myself against him, and he mutters something approving as I tilt my hips back, lining us up. He nudges into me, kissing the back of my neck as he takes his time pushing inside me, and the feeling of him is unbearable and exquisite at the same time.
I’mdefinitelynot dreaming of Danny, that’s for sure.
He wraps an arm around my shoulders and almost chokes me as he pulls me back against his chest, and I moan at the feeling of him thrusting gently into my aching cunt. His other hand drags slowly down my body and slips between my legs, his fingers circling my clit with just the right pressure. I gasp at how good it feels, how close I am to coming so soon after being touched.
This feelssomuch more intense than my other sex dreams.
“Please,” I beg as I arch back into him, keeping my eyes closed and focusing on the feeling of him. My head kicks back, resting on his shoulder as I reach my hand back to run my fingers through his soft, thick hair. He hums in pleasure and kisses my neck, dragging his teeth gently across my skin, making me shiver.
God, this feels so real.
He pushes me higher and higher until I break, my body starting to shake as I come apart in his arms. My orgasm is long and languorous, and he moans as he fucks me through it. Soft, affectionate words of praise tumble out of his mouth when a second orgasm follows almost instantly, and he buries his face in my neck as he comes, groaning before tracing my skin with gentle kisses.
This is the best dream I’ve ever had.
I feel a rush of wet warmth against my inner thighs when he pulls out of me. He starts stroking my body from my shoulder to my hip in a soothing way, kissing my temple before rolling me onto my back. I finally open my eyes, looking up at the dream smiling down at me adoringly.
Oh, I’m dreaming aboutTheoagain.
The last sex dream I had about him was barely detailed, a jumble of blurry images and a strong sense of desire, but this is intense and lucid in a way my dreams usually aren’t. I smile up at him, grazing my fingers over his high cheekbone and trailingthem down his sharp jaw, watching his face soften and light up as he leans into my touch.
It would be so nice to wake up to him like this.
“Hey, you,” I whisper, pulling him down towards me. He flashes me that cute, crooked smile, his dimples showing.
“Good morning,” he whispers before kissing me sweetly. I twine my arms around his neck and deepen the kiss, sucking on his soft bottom lip and running the tip of my tongue against it, eliciting a moan from him, his arms wrapping me in a tighter embrace. I’m hazy and spent as I curl up against him, tangling my legs with his and tucking my face into the crook of his neck.
In my dream, he smells the way my favorite sweater used to.
Theo’s fingers draw slow patterns against my skin, and his lips move against my hair as he whispers something I can’t quite make out. I hum contentedly, loving the warm, safe feeling of being enveloped in his arms. Being held by Danny felt so claustrophobic, but this must be what my brain thinks it should feel like to be held.
As I drift off again, a troubling thought glides across my mind, catching my attention for a fraction of a second.
How can I go back to sleep if I’m already dreaming?
***
When I wake up, I’m alone in my bed, my room painted in bright, mid-morning light. I close my eyes again, trying to process the series of dreams I had. Those were the weirdest fucking dreams of my life. God, where did that stuff evencomefrom? I don’t know if I could ever look Theo in the eye after dreaming about him like that.
I'm lying there, embarrassed, when I hear a noise from my kitchen. Is someone in my house? I sit up quickly, confused as I register a sharp pain between my legs.
That’s not good.
I get out of bed slowly, realizing that my whole body is exhausted and I can barely put my legs together. I grab a sweater and sweats off the floor, pulling them on slowly as I make my way to the bathroom, and I gasp softly at how painful it is to pee, at how fuckingsoreI am.
Oh,no.
I wash my hands slowly and splash cold water on my face, my anxiety building the more I wake up.
Last nighthappened.
