~*JUNE*~
This morning, I woke up horny as hell.
Thanks to Mr. Macaulay deciding to waltz through my goddamn subconscious like he owned the place. Again.
But this time, the dream was completely different.
It wasn’t the usual one where he catches sight of me and we end up having s*x immediately.
In last night's dream, he sat in a wooden chair opposite me, completely naked, legs spread wide with one hand wrapped around his thick, long c**k.
He stroked himself slowly, deliberately, his head tipped back and lips parted as each rough exhale vibrated through the silence.
His jaw clenched with every stroke, muscles flexing in a way that made my mouth water.
He looked so f*****g hot.
So devastatingly, dangerously hot.
I just stood there, watching him stroke his c**k while his breathing gr
