I awoke, horny and wet. I had been dreaming about trying to fuck a man with a huge cock, bigger than is realistic. It wouldn’t work without lube, no matter how wet I was from looking at his cock. This man was not my type – he was bald and somewhat stocky. Yet, as he derobed from his layered, pinstripe suit (he was a moster, afterall), he revealed himself to be a thin man and, suddenly, appeared much more attractive.

Although, earlier in the dream he seemed to have control in a scary way (I had been taking a walk in the wrong place and he threatened to kill me but I used my powers of seduction to get away), it wouldn’t be that way now. I quickly had him restrained, using my under the bed restraints but he broke out. Yet, it wasn’t a bad thing. It was playful and arousing.

Like so many of my sex dreams, we never had sex. His cock rubbed against my vulva and I loved it but there was no penetration.  We met at least 3 times where we rubbed and sucked and kissed but there was no actual sex.

I awoke sexually frustrated and immediately went to the desk, where I had kept my brand new Layaspot. Within minutes, I was getting off.

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