Some say dreams aren’t really what they appear to be about. I think they might be wrong…
Tears mark my face. I feel so alone and unloved. I tremble and shiver, cold and lonely.
I can’t see his face or make out who he is, but I can hear his voice. I can feel his presence. He’s familiar to me. Warmth envelops me.
My head turns towards the sound of his voice. I know him.
“Yes, Sir.” I bow my head.
What am I doing?
“You need to love yourself, tonight, Kayla.”
I nod meekly.
“Touch your body…now.”
“Yes, Sir.” My hands move over my breasts, down my stomach, stroking my soft skin. My head falls back.
Did I really just do this?
“Love yourself. Know you aren’t alone. I’m here.”
My hands trail down further, moving towards my wet heat. Moisture pools, hot and ready. I moan softly.
“Finger yourself with two fingers. Thumb on your clit. Tap your G-spot.”
For a heartbeat, I hesitate. “Yes, Sir.”
Two fingers slip easily inside. My thumb rests against my clit. Soaking wet already, I tap my g-spot, my thumb rubbing against my clit. I throw my head back, arch my back, and scream silently. Moments later I come in my hand.
“Lick your fingers. Suck off all of your juices.”
I look at my hand. I wonder if I can do this. I dare not hesitate too long. Slowly, I bring my wet, trembling hand to my mouth.
Holy hell, am I really doing this?
My tongue darts out, quickly tasting a digit, then retreating. Something in me relents, and I put both fingers in my mouth, sucking and licking, savoring the taste of myself. My tongue laps up every drop. When I pull my hand away from my hot mouth, my fingers are clean.
“Good girl.” I stand a little taller, hearing the pride in his voice.
“You feel better, pet?” At the sound of that endearment, my back arches, and I purr. If he had touched me, I would have leaned in to nuzzle against him.
What the hell? Who am I?
In my dreams, I’m a sub…