usually i could care less about dreams but when they entail sex and better yet a female, well i thought it was worth sharing.

she was slender and reminded me of S. except this girl had a large bright colored tattoo running down her chest to her stomach. i remember towering over her kissing her and running my mouth down to her chest. i bit her and felt her twitch beneath me. i didn’t stop at her whimpering or squealing.

i wanted her to hurt.

i was getting off on it.

strangely, my clothes were still on as i had my way with her. my right hand ran down the middle of her as i grazed against the lips of her cunt. i could feel her quiver. i continued to mix the sensations with bites and i could hear her talking to me. my leg had draped over hers and i pressed against her thigh. my middle finger slipped inside of her and her head went back as her mouth gaped open. i remember her being tight and gripping my finger. i remember it hurting as i tried to fuck her.

then she asked me if i had one. i knew what she spoke of. i never wanted a cock so bad between my legs as i did in this dream. i vividly remember willing my dream to give me one. i could feel her pressing her thigh up between my legs expecting to feel a hard on. i could sense her frustration and again i “willed” a cock. alas, nothing. i wanted to fuck her with every fiber of my being.

i am certainly disappointed in my dreams for not indulging me with a cock when i most needed one. this story would have been so much better had i obtained the needed appendage for my dream.

it’s been over a week since i have been fucked. the bruises are fading but my memory is vivid.

i think the last orgasm i had might have been in my sleep last week. i tried to wait, i tried to harbor the release, i tried and failed. thoughts leading to action, i caught myself lying in the guest bed in my black panties, with a vibrator shoved down between my legs pressed snug against my clit. my breathing growing heavy and my mind racing at the various acts that i have actively participated in. it was the thought of R fucking me from behind that threw me over the edge and into rapid panting. it was me seizing against his cock and milking him dry that had me twisting and squirming. it was feeling him pump his cum inside of me that had my eyes well up and the explosion of emotions that escaped my lips.

i laid there gasping for air with a tear stained face, limp. the vibrator was still in place but somehow i turned it off during my fit of orgasm. i thought some more and closed my eyes. “just one more”, i thought, “one more like the last”, i wanted to feel. i wanted to be in his bed laying on my back covered in sweat and catching my breath.

just one more.

i turned the vibrator back on slowly. my eyes closed tight and biting my bottom lip. i pushed the vibrator against my clit and it stung. R’s fingers traveling downward to the mess he made in me. my skin crawled and my breathing pushed hard through my nose as i bit down hard. i could feel his fingers pushing through his cum, my cum, our cum. he knows me by now that he hits my g-spot without fussing around and it leads to my back arching. i cling to him as if my life were escaping from me, i bite him as if it will be a trade to keep living. i beg and plea and none of that matters, it’s when he feels like he has had enough, is when it stops.

my body shivers and the orgasms, all though not as intense as the first one, litter me and feed me with doubt. am i only good for one on my own now?

it was a dream. simple, in form. i was reading an email from him, i remember the rush i felt and the end signed with a “V”. the dream haunted me the next day and i was discussing it with S. i expressed to her how much i had missed V and she reminded me of the bond and connection we had that was unmatched. it was true, i knew what we had and no one was ever going to replace that special spot that V did fill.

days went by and it was not like V never crossed my mind, he did. i am not sure what made me do it but i have a tendency to jump over cliff edges, perhaps i like the risk? i dug through my email trying to find his real email address he gave me at the beginning of the year just “in case” i needed to get a hold of him.

i drafted an email to him explaining the dream i had about him. i expressed myself to him with the possible notion he may never read it nor respond to it. i sent the email off and tried to forget about it so i wouldn’t get my hopes up for a response.

about ten minutes later there was a response from his true name. my heart started to race and it made me smile to know that he had been thinking about me. well, at least that is what he said. we started exchanging emails back and forth catching up and it felt so surreal to me to talk with him again.

i have been called many things in my life and i have to say him asking me if i was a witch was something new. my response to that was perhaps however, i like to think i leave a lasting impression on people.

because we have this intense effect on each other he started to send me photos of himself and it brought back a rush and that tingling between my legs. it has been so long since i felt that from words and imagery. yet, i had restraint to get comfy in the place i used to have with V. he tells me he is hard as a rock and i am getting wet but i had to explain to him that i just couldn’t go there, not yet. it felt so emotional reconnecting with him and strange. he even admitted it the same feelings towards it all.

we are volcanic.

we are dangerous.

we are addicted.

i cannot say exactly what will become of this. colliding again with V is a flood of every emotion i have ever had with him. the conversation between us last night was sweet and caring. like returning to a pet that you have left along to his own vices for too many months. i just wanted to pet him and love him.