Wet Dreams n' Soup

I woke up, my body drenched in sweat, my cock painfully hard as it had been in my dream.

“Oh fuck…” Sensual tremors raced through my body, originating from my throbbing cock. My muscles clenched and released as if electrified, the sensation driving me wild. The velvety warmth enveloping my dick felt wet, tight, and it mercilessly pounded onto the base of my shaft over and over. Squinting my eyes, I tried to make out the source of this mind-blowing pleasure. The dim moonlight streaming in through the tent door silhouetted the tantalizing figure, revealing little more than an alluring, mysterious shadow.

I wiggled around a bit like a ladybug flipped on its back trying to gain control again, but it felt useless. I could barely control myself over the muscle spasms, let alone the powerlessness I felt. Was I **** too?

“Mmmmph…yes” The moans that came from the figure and the echoed sound of flesh slapping didn’t help me clear my mind, her voice was laced with ecstasy, and it only made me drown deeper into the moment.

I felt my climax building, an unstoppable **** rising within me. My body tensed, preparing for the explosion of pleasure that was about to engulf me. I couldn't hold back any longer, and with a final, powerful thrust, I released my hot seed into the mysterious figure, my body shuddering with ecstasy.

I fell asleep, utterly spent, as I finished cumming, and I heard a woman's chuckle right before I fully drifted off. When I woke up, my tent was closed, and there was no sign of anyone having been inside. I left my tent to see Esther, the gentle healer, cooking breakfast.

“Hey, Esther,” I said, rubbing my eyes, still trying to shake off the vivid images from last night. “Did you hear anyone…uh, come into my tent last night?”

She looked at me with her kind eyes, a faint smile on her lips. “No, Jasper, I didn't hear anything. Why do you ask?”

I hesitated for a moment, unsure of whether to share my wild, lustful dream. “I just had a really…intense dream, that's all.”

She raised an eyebrow, her curiosity piqued, but she didn't pry any further. “Well, I hope you're feeling rested now. Breakfast will be ready soon.”

“What's for breakfast, Esther?” I asked, my curiosity piqued by the enticing aroma emanating from the pot.

“I whipped up some soup with the last bit of our potatoes, dried meat, and beans,” she replied, a hint of pride in her voice. “After we finish eating, maybe we should hit up the market in Ardglass.”

“Sounds like a plan,” I agreed, digging into the warm, hearty soup. “What did you put in the soup? It tastes incredible!”

Esther grinned. “I added some salt, pepper, thyme, and the special ingredient…” She leaned in closer and whispered in my ear, “is love.”

I couldn't help but blush, feeling a shiver run down my spine as her gentle voice sent flashbacks of last night racing through my mind. I couldn't help but wonder who that sultry mystery girl was. Esther teased me for blushing, and I quickly focused back on my soup, savoring every last drop of that love-infused goodness.