Morning . . With Wood!

I sleep deeply and find myself dreaming. My dream is filled with passion, lust, and primal desire. I hear myself moaning, as I find myself having sexual intercourse with Michael, the location changing from one location to another, each one more exposed, if not exotic than the last. In my bed, a different bedroom, a lift, a hotel room, a party, a public shower, a back alley, in a pub, my car, in a bus station, at the waterfront, while dancing at a party, a public pool, a street corner, and more. Sometimes my mind as more than one guy there, either more Michaels or random strangers, join in, pounding me together. I moan loudly, as feel more and more pleasure in the dream. In my dream, I feel myself orgasm again and again, as I’m about to climax, I feel my eyes flutter open, and see rays of sunlight entering the room through the curtains.

I look around me, surprised. After a moment, find me in bed with another. a man, no less. He’s quite attractive, I notice to myself.

Temporarily Confused, I look around and slowly, the memories of the night before coming into focus. The surprise I felt of having him respond to my inquiry online for a roommate. I gasped as my mind remembered how fast I accept him into my life, and from there how fast I accepted him into my bed.

I feel him stir, as he starts moving next to me, his body pressed against my back, and his hand gently squeezing my breasts as he walks up. I was once again reminded then of other things we shared last night, as I felt his cock move between my legs as he stretched. It remained me of the passions we shared, and as he moved, I become all too aware that he had a case of morning wood; he was quite hard now, and as he moved, he rubbed it slowly across my twat.

I heard myself moan softly, as his hard dick rubbed across my sensitive mound. I heard Him yawn, squeezing my breast again as he became conscious. I heard him softly in my ear, 'mourning' behind me, before kissing my neck several times. I don’t need to ask what he wanted, and judging by how my body felt, I was liable to be receptive, given the dampness between my legs as any indication.