Chapter 21

THE ENDDream Man

I have the same dream every night. My room is dark and we’re writhing on the bed. My lover is a tall, muscular man, with a ramrod of steel, and he knows how to use it! This mystery man rides my ass like a runaway train, one hand like a vice gripping my left thigh, the other pumping my cock until our mutual groans echo in the darkness. His weight on my back, the scent of our sex, drives me to oblivion. The orgasm is always too intense, and still I want more. As I reach for him, my alarm goes off—it’s seven o’clock in the morning, time to get up. Shit!

My bed is usually soaked from sex and sweat when I wake up. I can almost feel the soreness in my ass like a firebrand, the dream seems so real. As I take a very cold shower, my skin tingles from the memory of fierce lovemaking. I wish it were real.

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