Dreams

You cuddle your naked body into the sleeping bag. It has a faint masculine smell, making you feel secure and safe. The fire warms you, and you hear the men moving about the cabin. You let your mind drift, letting sleep take you, falling into a dark well of unconsciousness.

As they often do of late, dreams come to you. Vivid and disturbing. Arousing and exciting. You see yourself as you are, wrapped in a sleeping bag in front of the fire. A figure knees beside you, a vague but distinctly masculine figure. Slowly it unzips the bag, lifting it to expose your sleek body to the glowing fire. You wriggle and moan softly, inviting the touch of strong rough hands, stroking down your body, awakening the lusts you feel. You raise your ass, signalling your submission, and moan again as fingers slide up your thighs, teasing the swelling lips of your labia.

You raise your ass higher, wanting the fingers inside you, wanting this dream lover to take you and use you, wanting to give yourself to him. In your dream you are a wanton slut, writhing and moaning, desperate for cock, desperate to be dominated and taken like a bitch in heat. The dream is vivid and intense, and you find you have a point of view watching yourself writhe on the floor to the touch of your lover, while still feeling his hands.

You see him kneel behind you, lifting your hips with his strong hands, then plunging his thick cock into your welcoming pussy, plowing your wet cunt as he pulls your hair, stretching our neck back as he pounds you. You're moaning and writhing, driving your ass back against him, trying to take his cock even deeper, coming over and over and over as he uses you, owns you, possesses you.