I felt like I was in a dream. A dream that wasn’t mine. The same dream that wouldn’t go away and kept reoccurring every night for the past three weeks. It always started the same way. Me lying on a soft, satin covered bed. I was naked and on top of me was always the same woman. A woman I had never met before.
She was riding me as she held her head back, moaning in pure ecstasy. Her breasts were pushed out, her n*****s perked up in arousal as they bounced. Strange that I couldn’t comprehend what this part of the dream felt like. I’ve never had s*x before, so my mind could only conjure the feeling of just simple m**********n.
Everything around us was in a haze. At first, her face kept fading in and out, like my mind wasn’t ready to see what she truly looked like. Her
