I wake up with a raging hard-on this morning; the satin sheets on my bed are totally soaked. She was in every dream last night; I could almost feel her soft lips on my mine, her gentle kisses flowing down my neck, her wet kisses running over my sculpted chest, her tongue circling my abs. I dreamt this over and over again, to absolute torture. At times I could feel her naked body slip next to mine under the covers, her delicate skin warming next to mine.
I think I have a problem, I am falling for a girl, and I am falling fast. Men like me don’t fall for girls; they don’t have hot dreams of girls crawling under their covers. They have a hot girl in their bed and are crawling all over them; there is no place for fantasies; there is only want and need, getting pleasure from a real-life girl,
