I dreamed about him last night. Only a few hours of sleep before I needed to wake up (Morning y'all) and most of it was spent dreaming about him.
I dreamed that he kissed me roughly, passionately - just like we did when we first met.
I dreamed that he pulled my hair and grabbed my ass.
I dreamed that I didn't call him Sir - purposely. Even in my dreams, I know we're not D/s.
I dreamed that he topped me - and I loved it.
I dreamed that I sucked his cock the way I adore - nibbling up and down his shaft, licking his ridgy cock, sucking his head. Mmmmm...
I dreamed that he fucked my mouth the way I adore - gagging me, choking me, forcing me to take it all. Oohhhhh....
I dreamed that he held me while I slept, keeping me close - because he needed me.
I dreamed that our friendship was strong and true with the caveat of incredible sexual energy.
I woke up and realized I only dreamed...but I still smiled.