I woke up to see My bed was wet. I found myself laying in a puddle of water?, sweat?. Except it was neither of the two. I was sitting in a puddle of my own seed.
Fuck! I had a wet dream again.
Just like the first time it happen it felt really real that the first few minutes after I woke up I refused to believe it had been a dream.
I fisted my hair in my hands and groaned loudly. I held my head in my hands, covering my ears with my palm like that would stop my brain from remembering.
Why was I thinking of him?.
The dream was like a replay of that night. The night I was trying so hard to forget. Memories of the night came rushing back, the feelings I felt, the emotion. The exchange of body fluid, his groan, my groaned, the way he moaned my name, the temperature of his body, our rippe
