Even In My Dreams

Even in my dreams, I’m feeling little.

Whoever he was, he found me while on a business trip in some mysterious tropical location. He approached me cautiously, calmly, determinedly. Gradually I accepted his presence.

He sat next to me, always close by, without overwhelming me. He asked after my well-being. He brought me water. He made sure I remembered to eat.

In the afternoon and evening, he helped with the boys while we watched the sunset, and they played on the beach. I was unsure. I’m protective of them. I’m fearful of taking help for granted and assuming its there when it isn’t.

When confronted by business colleagues who were upset with me, he stayed by my side as I defended myself. I walked (ran, rather) from the situation. He came after me. He rubbed my back, said soothing things, and brought me chocolate.

In my dream, I felt protected and loved. When I woke up, my pussy ached and dripped, throbbing with need.

It still is.

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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