….or so I thought.
I woke up the other morning to a sex dream. I rarely recall dreams anyway, and it is extremely rare that I should have an erotic dream. Of course, I woke up just as I was cumming in my dream. Garbanzo was out for a run, so I slid my hand between my legs and discovered I had awoken fairly close to orgasm myself. It didn’t take more than maybe a minute to cum in a half dazed awake state.
And the rest of the morning, I walked around work in this constant state of craving sex…
…craving a firm hand….
….craving for someone else to control me….
….craving a cock in my mouth….
….craving to be tied up….and spanked….and ….
craving to be fucked…a lot.
I walked around the rest of the day in this constant state of wanting,
of needing….of craving that intense experience – one that lasts all day.
Sadly, the evening played out in such a way where it couldn’t happen. But Garbanzo teased me. Whispering in my ear exactly what he wanted to do to me – and how – and where.
And while I took things into hand again when I was alone, that sort of background throbbing has stayed with me since….
….that throbbing that reminds me that despite everything happening, I still have a more primal need.