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Just when I was starting to wonder if my libido was gone for good and I should just start identifying as asexual, I’m blessed with an erotic dream.
My partner is a handsome muscular cis man, caramel skin and tightly curled hair that’s bleached blonde- I realize in Waking Life that my beau is mixed race and I’m delighted. How wonderfully woke, heehee.
I have so many dreams where naughty stuff doesn’t happen because we can’t find a private space. In this one, we don’t really care, there’s a handful of people around, including a kid. We keep our clothes on to partially obscure what we’re doing, and that is some lovely fun that was a very important part of my sexual expression, before I was interested in penetration. Ye olde outercourse!
His cock was long enough to delightfully rub my clit but he seemed intent on teasing me to madness. A few strokes, then he’d pull his dick away and we’d find another part of the room to reconfigure our bodies. At one point, he’d gotten a handful of lube but for some reason just smeared it on the back of my pants- I was wearing something silky with an elastic band, maybe my Anna Madrigal pants.
I turned to my beau and hissed at him. “Why am I wet?”, I drew out each word, feeling an echo of the annoyance I used to have for Tiger sometimes, when we were dating. I followed that with an actual hiss to his giggling face.
I woke up bemused and horny, with Ramsay curled up on the pillow right next to me. He’s not the lapcat he once was, but I’m grateful that he likes to sleep right up against me. I seem to be coming out of the despair that always accompanies flu shots and Covid boosters, both of which I got three days ago. Thanksgiving is soon, I’m looking forward to the feast as usual and dreading some parts, like having to verbally practice gratitude. I know the old Cuisinart will be a pain, and I’ll have to make a separate Kosher version of my dish for one suddenly religious nephew, but those are minor annoyances. I’m grateful for food in my belly and a roof over my head. Better to keep my thoughts in the present where that’s true, no point in dreading my future where it might not be. C’mon, PK, that Dead by Daylight rift isn’t going to complete itself.