On most mornings, I wake up with sticky thighs and damp sheets. I’ll reach down and touch my slit to find that I’m soaking down there. I tell my Dom when this happens and he says, “Must’ve been some wet dream.”
My Dom is a million miles away so when we play, there’s no physical touch between us. Instead, it’s more of a fantasy he paints or he’ll tell me how to touch myself.
At night, I dream about the things he would do to me, if we were face to face. How he would use me. How he would touch me. How he would look at me. It’s all very erotic. I always give him complete control.
It’s the only time I orgasm having sex with a man. I don’t orgasm when I actually have sex with anyone. I guess when it happens in my dreams, it seems like the closest I will get.
It’s never real. I always wake up. Naked and wet in an empty bed. Haunted by a lust for man I can’t have. I crave him. I crave to be used by him. I crave the surrender to him.
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