Sexual Dreams

Finally sated, the pair takes me naked to my bed and places it there. I feel helpless, exhausted, and, more importantly, exceedingly satisfied with the sexual encounter I just had before I'm tucked into bed and go to sleep. They must have gotten the camera on their way out, as I didn't find it the following morning.

I fall quickly to sleep, and soon I dream. I don't remember much of it, but I do remember being on display for an unknown number of attractive men. They watch as I gyrate on stage, flashing my body at them while they holler and hoot. I also remember seeing Tiffany in the crowd, cheering me on before going on stage, and sharing a passionate kiss.

The next thing I know, I'm alone on stage again, and soon Tiffany has been replaced by one of the men from the crowd. I find myself on my knees, giving him head, only to have the dream change in a flash, and I find myself bent over before him, and he's fucking me from behind. The dream is very sexual in nature, and yet very welcoming all the same. I wake up, with the sunny rays of the sun glistening through the window and across the head of my bead. As I stretch, I ponder what my dream may have meant. I run a hand through my hair, and it's sticking up in places, still held in place by the now-dried load Chris had placed there.

Memories of the past night race through my head. The new company, the food, and, just as importantly, the sexual encounters that took place. I get a warm feeling just remembering it. Then, my mind realizes I just slept naked! I've never slept naked in my life! I remember the new experience and realize I didn't mind the soft caress of the sheets against my nether regions.

I wonder what I should do next. I could eat, though given my hair, maybe it would be better if I got myself into a shower. The idea of warm water dripping, and running off on my skin does sound heavenly.