I felt a hand trail up my legs, each touch slow and deliberate, like they had all the time in the world. They didn’t reach for more; the grip just lingered on my lap, rubbing soothingly and kneading lightly from time to time. I was being watched over, being cared for.
When my eyes finally snapped open, sunlight poured into the room and I immediately sat up, my eyes adjusting.
Was that another dream?
But why did this one feel so different from the others, which were usually just wild and starved s*x? Did my dream man switch up his preference, or was the dream different because I was in a new environment?
Regardless of the reason, this was the first dream that left me feeling warm inside and not hot and horny, and I embraced it as a soft smile spread on my face.
“Way to go, dream man,”
