Dream Man
I have the same dream every night. My room is dark and we’re writhing on the bed. My lover is a tall, muscular man, with a ramrod of steel, and he knows how to use it! This mystery man rides my ass like a runaway train, one hand like a vice gripping my left thigh, the other pumping my c**k until our mutual groans echo in the darkness. His weight on my back, the scent of our s*x, drives me to oblivion. The orgasm is always too intense, and still I want more. As I reach for him, my alarm goes off—it’s seven o’clock in the morning, time to get up. s**t!
My bed is usually soaked from s*x and sweat when I wake up. I can almost feel the soreness in my ass like a firebrand, the dream seems so real. As I take a very cold shower, my skin tingles from the memory of fierce lovemaking. I w
