It's been a while since I had any type of sex dream.... But I surely had one about Dean last night.
As I stirred awake, the soft morning light filtered through the sheer curtains, casting a warm glow across the room. As I stretched beneath the covers, a contented sigh escaped my lips.
"Oh, what a dream!"I wished it hadn't ended so abruptly. I sat up slowly, the silk sheets sliding off my skin. "What a way to start the day." I chuckled to myself, shaking my head. If I knew one thing? I definitely wouldn't need to wear rouge today.
I pushed the covers away, swung my legs over the bed, and placed my feet on the carpet. I padded into the bathroom, opting for a shower to either erase or relive the dream.
Then I would get dressed. I had a few orders I needed to finish up.
Erase and rewind by the cardigans played softly over the speaker.
Hmm-hmm
Hmm-hmm-hmm
I turned the shower on, and stepped inside. The warm water rolled over my body, enveloping me in a soothing embrace as I stood beneath the showerhead. Steam filled the small bathroom, creating a hazy energy that made everything feel intimate and soft.
Hey, what did you hear me say You know the difference it makes What did you hear me say
Yes, I said it's fine before But I don't think so no more I said it's fine before
I've changed my mind I take it back
As I lathered my hair with shampoo, the steam began fogging up the bathroom. I left the water rinse the shampoo from my hair, the warmth wrapping around me like a lover's embrace. I was thinking about Dean again... I shook my head, pushing the thought aside, but the notion lingered like a tantalizing whisper. I put soap on my loofah, and began to wash my body. Humming a tune to myself, then rinsed off.
Erase and rewind Cuz I've been changing My mind
I turned the shower off... but the water flooding from the faucet was tempting. It was gushing out, the water pressure was so intense. I placed my hand under it. I didn't even have a second to think about what I would do... then I lay in the bottom of the tub, and left the faucet run onto my pelvic region. I scrunched up my legs to get closer to the pressure. The warmth of the water made me feel so naughty. I had to turn the detachable shower head on again. As I did, the warm water from the showerhead pounded against my skin, sending a thousand tingling sensations across my body. I closed my eyes, letting the steam envelop me, and my mind drifted back to the dream. It lingered in my memory.
Where did you see me go?
No, it's not that I don't know I just don't want it to grow It's not that I don't know
I adjusted the speed on the pulsing shower head, letting the water massage my breasts. The sensation was electric, causing my nipples to pebble and tighten. I moaned softly, my hands sliding down my body, following the path of the water.
Erase and rewind Cuz I've been changing my mind
My fingers trailed over my stomach, dipping lower, as if drawn by the water's current. I bit my lip, my body already responding to the sensual play. The dream's intensity fueled my imagination, and I pictured Dean's hands replacing the water, his touch hot and demanding.
Erase and rewind.
With a slight adjustment, I angled the showerhead, directing the stream lower, where my desire was building. I gasped as the water hit, the sensation mimicking a lover's touch. My body arched into the spray, seeking more, the water now a stand-in for the pleasure I craved. Already sensitive from the dream, I teased myself, circling my clit with the jet setting. The water continued to pulse against me, intensifying the sensation, and I let out a soft cry, my breath coming in short gasps.
"Oh..." I whispered, my voice teeming with desire. I pictured Dean's green eyes, the intensity in his gaze as he watched me surrender to the pleasure. I imagined him urging me on, his voice a low, seductive growl.
With a slight increase in pressure, I moved my fingers in rhythm with the water, my breath quickening. The sensations were overwhelming, a unique blend of the water's force and my own touch. I was close, teetering on the edge of release.
"Mmm. That's a good girl." I imagined Dean, urging me on.
My climax hit me like a wave, crashing over me as I cried out, my body trembling. The water pulsed against the sensitive flesh, prolonging the pleasure, and I savored the moment, my legs weak, my heart pounding. I dropped the shower head. It lay spraying me.
As I caught my breath, the steam continued to rise, filling the room with a haze that mirrored the fog of desire still clouding my mind. I smiled, my body satisfied.
I had to wait a few moments to regain consciousness. And then I had to peel myself from the tub. I turned the faucet off with my toe, halting the water flow.
"Ahhhhh" I moaned.
I stepped out of the tub, and wrapped a towel around myself. I was such a bad girl. I definitely would need punished after that. Twenty ruler licks on my tuchus would be the cruel and unusual punishment of choice.
I had to stop, because then I had this very vivid image of Dean dressed in a preachers outfit, spanking me with the ruler, while I was dressed as a Nun. I could not win. I can't spend the whole day masturbating, and lusting after Dean...Maybe I can do that later...
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I must be at the most fertile point in my moon cycle. But this has never happened before.
