She remembers something from her dream...

If that wouldn’t cut it, she would have to do it herself. She began rubbing herself furiously while scrolling frantically through her favorite videos. She was dripping with arousal and sweat as she worked harder and harder to bring herself over the edge. Video after video played on her phone screen. Finally, she threw her phone on the mattress and curled her hands into fists.

Defeated but still burning with frustration, she turned to look at herself in her bedroom mirror. Sweat was running down her face. Her eyes were wild and ****, and her body was sticky with exertion. Her chest heaved with deep breaths. She could see anger in her own eyes at her own body for stopping just short of release, but she mainly saw a pathetic, pleading figure who would do anything to cum. She was shocked. She had never been this desperately horny before–where did this sudden animalistic fervor come from?

Staring back at her defeated body, she heard a man’s voice resurface in her memory, speaking roughly, “You haven’t earned it yet.” Suddenly, she could remember another flash from her dream. She was on the dirt floor, looking upwards at an imposing figure–the same man she remembered abusing her earlier. But overpowering her feelings of anger or humiliation, she remembered an overwhelming and mind-numbing arousal and a **** need to do anything to find release. Then, she remembered another line from her dream, “Come to me when you decide you’re ready to beg to earn that privilege.”

Alexa looked back at herself in the mirror and realized that as she sat there recollecting, her hands had gone back to work on her soaking wet pussy. When did that happen? And why was this dream man claiming to hold her pleasure hostage? She tried to reason with herself and make sense of the situation, but the feral horniness inside her overcame her capacity to think. She was once again furiously pleasuring herself, and her mind wandered back to the memories of her dream. She felt herself in the forest once again, gazing up at an imposing figure while she was so badly denied that it felt like a hole was burning through her body. Denied and out of options, she felt her lips moving on their own. “Please, can I cum?”, she muttered. The sound of her own voice snapped her out for a brief second, and she saw herself in the bedroom mirror. Kneeling on her bed, her hands and clit raw from frantic rubbing, she repeated herself, “Please, can I cum?”. As the words spilled out, directed at no one in particular, she felt her hips tremble. All of a sudden, the pleasure dammed up inside her broke free, spilling across her whole body in an earth-shattering orgasm. Her whole body shook with pleasure, and her toes curled up tightly. She cried out in ecstasy and collapsed forward onto the bed, belly down. She lay there for a few seconds, letting the aftershocks of bliss course through her body. Basking in the warm feeling, every inch of her skin seemed to buzz.