January 3rd 2015
I shoot up in my bed with sweat soaked hair and my heart pounding in my chest. What the actual hell was that? I cross my legs as my arousal escalates. That was so...dirty. I've never had a dream like that before.
He bites my lip and blows a stream of air over the damp patch he's left behind.
As I moan, he moves down my body slowly, his tongue leaving a wet trail.
I writhe under his touch. It's dirty and forbidden.
I don't know this man.
I can't see his face.
It's a blur.
He drags my underwear down with two fingers.
His wet tongue enters me.
I moan.
And moan.
Just as I'm about to orgasm, he stops.
"Klaus, why?!"
Klaus. The man I've been speaking to for over a year.
"Sh, baby girl."
I shush.
He brushes his cock against my wet pussy.
I push back against it.
Enter me, I chant. Enter me.
He pushes forward.
He growls.
I wake.
Shaking off the feeling of that beautiful dream, I check my phone and I see one message from Klaus.
D: Happy one year anniversary. Meet me, baby girl.