I lay in my bed alone. Eyes closed, body all sweaty and sticky. The air coming from the window feels cool on my hot skin. I shiver slightly as the cool air keep hitting my naked body. My hair splayed all over the pillow.
Yeah I sleep naked.
I live alone and on the top floor of my building so why not sleep naked and that too with curtains open. I feel liberated when I can simply be open. Figuratively and literally.
My breathing is way too harsh and my heart is beating at an abnormally high rate. I groan as I remember what kind of a dream I had just now.
Rough hand all over my body, sweet nothing being murmured in my ears. “I am going to take you in every possible way and you are going to let me do you over and over again. This sinful body is mine to play with.”
Damn!!! I clench my naked thighs to ease the pain in my cunt. The dream was way too erotic for me to handle. I haven't been completely satisfied in over three months and the dreams I keep having are just a reminder of what I am missing.
I try controlling my labored breaths by keeping my eyes on the visible night sky but nothing seems to work. For distraction I try counting stars but my mind keeps playing tricks with me. Involuntary I close my eyes.
“Beg for it love and I will offer you relief.” His husky voice send shivers down my body. I gulp hard and try looking at his face but it is buried in my neck. Licking and biting and sucking the sensitive spot there.
I am a withering mess under his hard body and skillful hands. His voice holds so many naughty promises. I moan as one of his hand slowly travels down my body slightly gazing the side of my breast, then my naked waist and slowly towards the hem of my panties. He keeps playing with the hem teasing me to no end.
“Open your eyes beautiful,” he commands and it turns me on even more. I don't want to open my eyes but once again he repeats his command and I am unable resist him this time. As soon as I open my eyes he fades into thin air.
What the hell is wrong with me. It’s just a dream. I keep reminding my self that, but damn if my libido listens to me. I am still clenching my thighs and I am so wet. I need to cum right now.
The dream was so vivid that I could actually feel every touch, every whisper of his. His every groan resonating throughout my body.
There is a pressure building in my core at the mere thought of his hands touching me intimately.
Damn!!! He is every where. In my dreams, in my thoughts. But who the hell is he?
I don’t know why I keep having erotic dreams of this man. His face is blur in my dreams but the memories of his hands, his tongue and his voice are imprinted in my mind.
I have had a number of orgasms before, but never have I ever experienced such passion in my real life. Only in these dreams.
My body is still damp and the spot between my legs is still flowing with my juices.
I stand up and walk towards my window hoping the air cools down me and my libido.
As I stand near the window the cool air hits me hard and my breasts stand in full attention and I groan in frustration.
I know I can give myself the orgasm I need but it won’t be same. It hasn't been same ever since these dreams started.
I tried everything. Everything.
I went to the bar, found a man who I thought could be similar to the one in my dreams, and took off to his house.
We were up all night fucking each other senseless. I even had multiple orgasms. But it did not satisfy me like I wished for.
Then I went to another popular club and again found someone similar. He had this aura around him that promises all kinds of pleasure in the world.
When he caught me watching him, he came to me and started flirting.
I was intoxicated with the amount of alcohol I had that night and didn't even notice that he had his hand under my mini skirt under the table that was dangerously close to my core.
I have never been an exhibitionist but still I didn't stop him. I thought may be adding thrill to the sex part is what I needed.
Soon His hand was playing with my core covered with my silk underwear.
The alcohol and his fingers created too much pleasure and I wanted to close my legs but his other hand stopped me as he continued his ministration.
He soon moved my underwear aside before plunging his thick digits into me. I was damn wet and didn't care about my surroundings. He was calling me names and talking dirty in my ears which soon had me cumming.
The thrill was good and it definitely added to my pleasure but again it just wasn't the same.
Thinking about all the kind of sex I had, I become more bothered and wet. I am still standing near my window.
When I'm unable to handle the pain in my cunt, I start touching myself.
My hands started roaming all over my body. Then with one hand I reach my left breast and start massaging it, pinching my nipple. My other hand already touching my core. Rubbing my clit as hard as I can, I slip my two fingers inside my pussy.
I keep plunging my fingers inside me and soon I am cumming hard. My whole room echos the sound of my moans.
My juices flow down on my bare thighs with my fingers still deep inside me as I keep standing leaned over the window.
I don't care if anyone can hear me or see me. It is still night and no one has ever seen me before, or so I assume.
My breathing slowly come back to normal but I don't remove my fingers. Instead, I just keep massaging my walls. I want to feel them inside me for a little longer.
Soon I feel exhaustion creeping up my body and I remove my fingers.
I don't even have energy to go clean up so I take my fingers into my mouth, sucking them hard, cleaning them thoroughly.
I then move to my bed without cleaning my pussy and remove the sheets from my bed. I am already hot from masturbating so I don't need them.
I fall on my bed face down and naked, sleeping through the whole night.