Wet Dream

In the dream we are standing barefoot in the sand at the edge of the ocean.

You are behind me.

I am leaning back against you.

Your arms are wrapped around me and my arms are on top of yours.

You are dropping soft kisses on my forehead, my neck, my shoulder.

I’m gazing out at the ocean.

I slide my hand to the back of your neck and hold myself tight against you.

I feel you smile against my cheek.

You bring my other arm up behind your neck too.

You say “keep them there.”

You use your foot to push mine apart.

“Stay like that. Don’t move.”

My heart instantly begins to race.

Your right hand slides down into the front of my bikini.

And your left hand frees me from my top.

I feel the ocean breeze against my nipples and I instantly tense and start to look around.

You pull me back against you, bite my ear sharply and say “No.”

And then you begin to play with me.

Your left hand is pinching, twisting, thumbing.

Your right hand opens my lips and rubs what’s between them.

Your touch is gentle yet firm, delicate yet insistent.

I know without a doubt that I’m going to fall to pieces leaning against you at the water’s edge.

You encourage me, voice low against my ear,

“No one is around. No one can see. Be a good girl. Come for me.”

And I do.

And the force of my dream orgasm rips me awake.

Panting, drifting somewhere between the dream and reality, my fingers take over for the echo of yours.

I claw at my pillows and sheets feeling the absence of you, fighting for the wave to crest and spill again.

And I come so hard that I arch up, legs shaking and straining.

I swear I can taste the salt of the ocean, the salt of you, but realize it’s just tears sliding softly from my eyes to my lips.

I take a breath, roll to my side, wrap the blankets around me and lean against the pillows behind me.

Pretending you are with me I force myself back to sleep

And smiling, I begin to search for you in my next dream.