Ep8

    

I like this dream. It’s one of those rare ones when you know that you’re dreaming, so you can pretty much do what you want. Given that Sandra is in it with me, it’s clear what I want

She’s sitting on my bed, smiling invitingly, dressed in a black lingerie that I have never seen her wear in real life. I wrap my hands around her and help her on top of me so that her butt is rubbing against my erection. My hands roam over her body, squeezing and groping, helping her out of her barely existing lingerie. Her smile gets wider as her fingers wrap around my cock, forcing a moan from me. I hope I don’t wake up before we do it. It’s been a while. Having sex in a dream is better than no sex at all.

And yet the fabric of the dream gets thinner, perhaps chased away by my moan, and even though my hands still feel her hot skin, I also become aware of the ticking of the alarm clock next to my bed and a car honkin

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