She couldn’t help but dream of him and the moments they shared and the ones that she wished they had. The moments shared with only her deep desires and that of her subconscious, Gwen thought of Deacon in the most s****l forms in which she could have him. Each position, each angle, each location that her sultry mind had conjured had been enough to allow her enough to daydream on until she could return to sleep to be with him in her dreams. She had decided to look at things as if they had been of an erotic novel; something she could take herself both in and out of at her desired times. But just like many who find themselves immersed within a romantic story, she held herself in the role of the main character. However, with each day that she had seen herself within this standing, it became mor
