Your alarm ends the dream (Modern World)

"Rrrrrgh..." You let out a groan of frustration as the sound of your morning alarm rouses you from your steamy dream and blindly swing your hand toward the bed stand to shut it off. 'I gotta cut back on the late-night anime marathons.' The image of the bevy of monster girls fades as soon as you open your eyes and you can't help but think how vivid your dreams have been for the last week. The dreams seemed to last longer than they used to, and felt so real, it was hard to tell if you were awake of not. Lifting your bed sheet and glancing down to your crotch, you practically expect to find your morning wood slick with juices from the cat girl's tight pussy.

Your cock is dry but still raging hard, the thick nine inch rod laying flat against your stomach and aching for attention. Teasing your fingers along your morning wood, you remind yourself that you really need to get a new girlfriend. It had been six months since you'd broken up with Trina and your cock hadn't had any company besides your hand since then. Most of the relationship had gone to shit by the end, but the physical part made both of you stick around longer than you should have. Your ex couldn't get enough of your big dick and as you thought about her fantastic ass and tits, you gave yourself a slow casual stroke under the sheet. The two of you had sometimes spent whole weekends in bed and ordering delivery to eat between fuck sessions. You remember time Trina answered the door for the delivery boy wearing only a t-shirt, naked underneath with your latest load dripping down her thighs. She had an exhibitionist streak and giving a stranger a tease always made her wet. One time, you had her pressed up against the apartment window--

You pull your hand out from under your sheets in frustration and then hop out of bed, determined not to spend anymore time thinking about the girl who broke your heart. Just because you were alone now didn't mean that you needed to keep rehashing the time with Trina. You have to move on and today, that means getting out of bed, taking a shower and getting on with your day.

Tossing your sheets aside, you slip out of bed and walk out into the hall naked, your still rigid morning wood bobbing in front of you with each step. You'd always slept naked and now that you were living alone, you don't bother putting anything on until after your morning shower. A few minutes in a hot steamy shower was always your favorite way to start the day, washing off the sleep and getting your blood pumping before you got to work. As far as any other pumping went, you let your morning wood flag in the shower so you won't have your mind straying again.

When you get out of the shower, you wipe your hand over the steamy mirror and check out your reflection. You give yourself a charming smile, and a quick look over. You brush your wet hair out of your face, thinking that your jet-black locks are getting a bit shaggy and you might be due for a trip to the barber in town. Otherwise, you're looking good for a twenty year old; a face that some might call handsome and a tall, skinny-but-not-scrawny body with a touch of muscle tone that you attributed to both good genes and the chores that you did everyday. And of course, your pride and joy, the nine inch salami that swung between your thighs.

You brush your teeth, but skip the shave since no one's going to see you today and then walk back to your room to grab some clothes. As you pull on a pair of boxers, you hear quick footsteps approaching from down the hall...