Loves' Crossroads

Dream

Mature content ahead, only read if you are 18+

Though I know people under 18 are going to read it *giggles* 

Shall I tell your mother? What her daughter has been reading on the orange app?

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1 week later

I floated through a realm of pure bliss, my body overwhelmed by waves of pleasure as the his hands caressed every inch of me. His touch is electric, sending shivers down my spine. Each movement is perfectly timed, creating a rhythm that leaves me breathless.

"Oh, yes!" I moaned, my voice echoing in the dimly lit room. "Deeper... harder..."

"Do you like that?" he whispered, and nibs at my ear, his breath hot against my ear. "Tell me what you need, Dirty girl."

"More," I gasped, my voice trembling. "I need more of you."

His fingers traced lines of fire along my skin, each caress heightening my senses. His lips brushed against my ear, whispering dirty words that sent shivers through my entire body. I could feel the anticipation building inside me, the pressure mounting as we move together. Filling the room with filthy sounds of skin against skin.

"You're so beautiful," he murmured, his voice low and husky. "I want to make you feel everything."

"Don't stop," I pleaded, my hands gripping his shoulders and holding on to them for support. "P-please, don't stop."

His hands roamed over my body, exploring every curve and hollow with a gentle yet insistent touch. The sensation was almost too much to bear, a delicious torture that had me writhing beneath him. 

His lips found mine, and we kissed deeply, passionately, the taste of him filling me with a desperate hunger. He kisses me as if it's the first and last time he's kissing me. The kiss felt to dreamy to unreal to feel real.

"God, you taste so good," he groaned against my lips, his voice filled with desire. "I could kiss you forever and still not get over with it."

As the moment of climax approached, I felt a mix of excitement and nervousness. My heart raced, pounding in sync with the rhythm of our bodies. The air was thick with the scent of our passion, the room a cocoon of intimacy and heat.

"I'm going to...!" I gasped, my voice breaking with ecstasy. Every nerve in my body was on fire, every muscle tensed in exquisite pleasure. The world narrowed to this single, overwhelming moment. White stars flash behind my eye lids. My breaths hitching.

"Yes, let go," he urged, his voice a rough whisper. "Let me hear you."

But just as I was about to cry out his name, I jolted awake. I found my hands inside my wet panties.

My senses returned to me with a shock, my heart pounding in my chest. The pleasure faded, replaced by a cold, clammy sweat. The dim light of dawn filtered through the curtains, casting long shadows across my bedroom.

For a moment, I lay in bed, my mind racing. What had I just dreamt about? Who was that man? What the fuck? 

A wave of confusion and lingering desire washed over me as I realized the nature of my dream. It felt so real, so vivid, that it left me breathless and confused. The sensation of his touch, the heat of his breath, the feel of his lips against him, him inside me, lingered on my skin, a ghost of a memory that refused to fade.

What the actual fuck?!?!

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After showering and dressing, I made my way to the hospital, my thoughts still tangled in the remnants of the dream. The cold water of the shower did little to wash away the lingering sensation of his touch, but it helped clear my head. I needed to focus on the day ahead and need to stop thinking about who the fuck I just fucked in my dream.