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I Imagined, I Came, I Dreamed

Last night, I imagined a masculine voice in my ear, directing my orgasms. I imagined my pleasure being guided by another. I imagined warmth and care flowing through my brain and body from another. I imagined I wasn’t alone.

I came and came and came, over and over, for more than two hours. Cum oozed out of my body. It gushed and squirted. I created puddles on top of puddles.

When I finally succumbed to exhaustion, I trembled violently. I had found a non-D/s version of subspace, where the chemical release is similar but the mindfuck is different. My mind was a mess. I lost all focus. I needed to drift off, but it wasn’t quite the same. I lay sprawled in the middle of my bed, my hand cupping my sex, wishing my fantasies were real, wishing I wasn’t alone, wondering just how many times I came.

I came until I was dehydrated. I came until I truly understood the importance of aftercare. I shook. I staggered around the room. I was incoherent. I fell back into bed, crying dry tears, wishing for something real. Wishing I wasn’t alone.

I dreamed of fucking. I dreamed of being licked and nibbled. I dreamed of a warm body nestled between my thighs loving my pussy with his tongue. I dreamed the imagined voice in my ear was real. I dreamed that I slept cocooned in strong arms, protected and cherished, loved and wanted.

I woke up to reality.

About the author

Kayla Lords

I am a sex blogger, podcaster, freelance writer, international speaker, kink educator, and all-around kinky woman. You can find me online sharing my innermost sexual thoughts and experiences, teaching other bloggers how to make money writing about sex, and helping kinksters have happy healthy BDSM relationships. I'm also a masochistic babygirl submissive with an amazing and sadistic Daddy Dom and business partner, John Brownstone. Welcome to my kinky corner of the internet!

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