I think everyone has woken up and had that one dream where they’ll just wake up and think, fuck… I’m horny and as their consciousness came more and more to them, they’d feel almost a tingling sensation as they start to recall their dream. Their hand slowly trickling down in between their legs and as they start off slowly, it just start to feel *so* good.
Lately I’ve been having a lot of those dreams. I feel as though I am turning into a giant pervert. I can’t stop thinking about sex. As someone who has only recently started having it, I feel almost addicted to it.
I’ve been dating Leo for almost three months now and we’ve had sex a few times. But I am sad to admit that even though I really like him, he just doesn’t get me *there* and I don’t know how to talk about it. So I’ve been left sexually addicted and frustrated. I keep waking up horny and just wishing he would turn around and brush his hard limb against me and whisper he wants me.
All I can say is, thank god for vibrators.
As I’m writing this, I keep thinking about the dream I had last night. The one that woke me up feeling tingly and had my fabric nearly soaking. The dream had been about the first time I met Leo and how I pictured our first time being. I’ve had the dream a few times and it’s become a little bit of a fantasy of mine at this point. But anyways, dear diary, here’s my dream.
It was dark outside as I was laying on top of the bed. I could hear the shower stop. This would be the first time I would see him without any clothes on. I heard him get ready to step out and as a response I sat up and stared at the bathroom door. Ok, he wasn’t ripped when we first met. But still… I couldn’t help picture his warm, wet skin pressed against mine and a few extra pounds didn’t bother me. I loved him and he was mine.
As he made his way up to the bed, he threw his clothes onto the chair.
“Erm, excuse me… You’re sittin’ on mah covers!”, he said, trying to imitate a mean girl.
He looked down on me, a smile on his face. He stretched out his hand and I met it with mine. He lead me up and as I stood now embracing him. My head against his warm chest, his arms wrapped around me. He made my heart beat faster.
“I love you”, he whispered.
I was too flustered to answer at first.
“I love you too”, I whispered back.
I clinged tightly to his still wet body. My head leaving his chest and tilting upwards. His brown-greenish eyes met my grey-greenish ones. He leaned into me as I to him. Our lips met and they met again and again. It didn’t take long for his tongue to find mine. Our kiss had broken into one of those passionate make out scenes from a movie. His hands traced my body until they stopped at the end of my shirt. I could feel him lift it up. Our lips broke apart as I pulled away slightly to help get it off me, but our lips quickly found their way back to each other as my shirt hit the floor. I could feel his body pressing against mine and how his limb was trying to escape the towel wrapped around him. His hands had found the front of my jeans and quickly undid the button and unzipped. I felt my jeans slowly sliding downwards. When my Jeans hit my knees, I tried my best stepping out of them, interrupting our kiss once again. As I stood in front of him, no shirt, no pants, he eyed me. I could tell he wanted me. His gaze felt empowering and did my last bit of fabric no favors. He took a small step forward and put his hands on my waist. He smiled as he leaned in to kiss me.
I felt myself move as he pushed me onto the bed. I looked up at him, his smile still locked on me. He leaned into the bed, his hand tracing up my leg. I could feel how my breathing became heavier as his fingers hooked onto my underwear. I felt how the fabric traveled down my legs. As I laid there, exposed. He removed is towel before he leaned down on the bed again. I felt his hand on my leg again and the anticipation kept building as it traveled up. His lips found my leg as he began kissing his way up. His lips found my knee before moving onto my thigh, getting closer and closer. My legs began to slowly spread as his body started to fill the space between them. The anticipation was feeling almost ecstatic at this point. I gasped as his lips finally reached. He kissed it gently before I felt his tongue reach out. I couldn’t help but let out a slight moan as his tongue began sliding down and up and then into me. His chin pressed against me as his tongue tried to reach as deep as it could.
“Mmh… fuck!”, I moaned out.
I felt his hand as he spread me, exposing my clit to his tongue. I could feel his beard covered chin press against me as his tongue met my clit. As I felt him switch between slowly brushing it with his tongue and gently sucking on it, his other hand joined in. I felt as his finger went inside of me and as it slid out of me another finger followed it in. I could not stop myself, there was no silencing my moans. The room was quickly filled with the song of my ecstasy. I could feel how intense he was getting as I started moaning louder and more frequently. His name was playing on repeat in my head. Leo… Leo… Leo.
I felt as the pressure kept building. My body wanting to contract.
“Imma come… I’m coming!”, I gasped.
I clutched the bed sheets as I arched my back slightly and curled my toes. I could feel how I was squeezing his frame with my legs as I began to ride my climax. His fingers had stopped sliding in and out of me. His tongue still gently brushing against my clit, emphasizing the pleasure I was experiencing.
A few short moments passed and he stopped. As he began kissing his way up my body, I could feel the echo of his touch as I felt the last tremors of ecstacy leave my body. His lips felt wet and warm on my throat. I could feel his soaked beard brush against me as his lips kept traveling upwards. Once his lips finally had reached mine, I broke his lips with my tongue and as his met mine I could taste the nectar of my own self. I held him tightly, my hands pressing his body onto me. Then I felt it… and in a flash all that built up anticipation went up again as the tip of his limb brushed against my now soaking body part.
My hand landed on the back of his head and I pressed it into my neck so I could reach his ear.
“Do it… go inside me”, I whispered.
His head came out of my neck and he locked eyes with me. His affectionate smile broke out and for a quick second time stood still. Then it came… time rushed back as I felt his limb slowly fill the space inside of me. It pushed against my walls and the feeling of being slightly stretched felt good. We moaned in unison as he entered me, our eyes still locked. His limb slowly slid out of me again only to be thrust back in. God, it felt good. His warm body pressed against mine as he kept thrusting and thrusting.
The idea of him being raw inside me made it somehow even more exciting. A part of me wanted him to come inside me, to feel him pour his essence out inside of me and feel it dripping down my walls as it tries to escape between my walls and his limb. My thoughts of excitement broke as he couldn’t hold his tongue anymore.
“I’m about to come”, he whispered through his heavy breathing.
“Come inside me… I want you inside me”, I heard myself respond as I moaned out.
His thrusting slowed down and I could feel him press down and as a result his hard limb went deep. I felt his limb move inside me, pulsating, as he began to pour out inside of me.
With heavy breaths I lifted my hand back up, turning off my vibrator. Thank god for vibrators, I thought to myself.
Good night, diary.
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