Steamy Dreams
As I slept my brain brought back images of the night before. His hand stroking over his cock, sliding so smoothly, hand squeezing firmly. In my dream my hand trailed over my body as I watched him. My fingers lightly sliding up over my feet and legs, over my belly and up under my long t shirt to softly run over my aching nipples. I moaned at the feeling. No, I would never touch myself. Only bad girls do that. The feeling did not cease though and in fact grew stronger. I slowly opened my eyes to slits, seeing I was in my own bed somehow, staring at my own wall. The sensation of fingers stroking my aching nipples did not fade.