Wet dream
Damn! I awoke at four in the morning, crashing out of a mad dream, my pussy throbbing and a vivid recall of me fleeing something or someone. I was dressed only in bra and panties in the dream. There was a police car circling, and I was trying to stay out of sight. The dream was oddly light-hearted, not desperate or anxious.
As I tried to focus, my fingers were already busy with the wetness -- I was so close to cumming, so very hot. The details soon faded, however, the images lost their lascivious edge. I played with myself a while longer; soon I settled back into sleep, hoping to rejoin the dream.
I next awoke several hours later, and of course recalled so little of what had been so explicit.
I used to have many such dreams, but I haven't enjoyed anything so delicious in quite a while. Wonder what it means...
As I tried to focus, my fingers were already busy with the wetness -- I was so close to cumming, so very hot. The details soon faded, however, the images lost their lascivious edge. I played with myself a while longer; soon I settled back into sleep, hoping to rejoin the dream.
I next awoke several hours later, and of course recalled so little of what had been so explicit.
I used to have many such dreams, but I haven't enjoyed anything so delicious in quite a while. Wonder what it means...