Tonya’s bed

Tonya’s bed is only a twin size, covered in ruffles. She changed the accent pillows recently to have more 80’s neon colors. I crawl into it, smelling her, or at least her beauty products. I feel naughty. Has any man been in this bed before? I was going to go straight to sleep, but I feel my cock hardening and my hand drifts over to it automatically.

I wrap Tonya’s sheets around my shaft and stroke dreamily as I stretch across the feminine bed. Images of Tonya teasing me with skimpy outfits blend with images of Mindy smiling, laughing and blushing, which then blend with images of Victoria taunting me with her unapproachable body in that unbelievable dress...

“Oh!” I hear a woman’s voice squeak.

I slowly open my eyes and realize that it is morning already. I must have zonked out hard and not moved all night long. Where am I? I blink around until I recognize the closet packed with clothes. Tonya’s closet. Tonya’s room. Tonya’s bed. It isn’t raining anymore. I smell breakfast. It’s...Sunday. I was dreaming about women. There was woman’s voice a moment ago. That didn’t feel like part of a dream. I shift in bed, then hear retreating footsteps from the doorway. The doorway is just out of my line of sight, but the door is definitely open. Sitting up, I see my morning wood is standing proud, having found its way out of my shorts.