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From Mountains to Lone Stars

Sex Dream

Lately, I had been having dreams... and not just any types of dreams. These were dreams I never really thought I would have. I certainly didn't have them in high school or early years of college. But holy shit, Matt made me horny as hell, and it was reflecting in my dreams.

Last night had been the greatest sex dream I had ever had.

Matt's hands trailed down my sides, his fingers gently tickling my muscles. I tried not to giggle as he got near my breasts. Who knew those were so ticklish? Matt paused to watch my eyes as he gently gripped me sides, making me laugh for real.

"Are you ticklish, Mav?" He asked quietly, pressing a kiss against my neck.


"I thought that was obvious." I placed a hand on one of his shoulders and titled my neck to the side. There was something about the way his lips caressed my neck that made tingles happen in my stomach.


"Oh, I'm gonna enjoy fucking with you and your ticklish side." Matt pressed another kiss to my neck. I squirmed in delight and leaned forward to kiss him.


Our tongues danced in delight as we made out ferociously. It was at that point that Matt put one hand on my neck and gripped it a little tightly. I gasped and pulled away, not prepared for the reaction that action caused to my body. Suddenly, my panties were incredibly wet.


My eyes met his brilliant hazel ones. "Do that again." My voice was low, gravelly. I had never heard it like this.


Matt's dimples popped. "You like it a little rough?" He pulled me close to him by the loops of my jeans. His hands traced the veins on my neck as his lips pressed against mine. I had never been this turned on in my life.


Matt placed one hand on my throat and pressed again as he sucked on my tongue. His other hand trailed down my body to the waistband of my jeans. He pulled away from me just enough to look at my eyes. I gave him a gentle nod and his hand was in the waistband of my jean as his lips found mine again.


And that's where my dream ended. I had woken up in a hot and bothered mess. So much of me hated him for that even though it had all been a dream. What I needed was to talk to Matt about what was happening.

Notes

Well... at least there's sex dreams, right?

Comments

@Buggaloo
Glad you enjoyed!

HereticBlood6661 HereticBlood6661
12/29/18

I'm not crying, you're crying!
great story..... even if you made me cry.

Buggaloo Buggaloo
12/28/18

The part where Mav left. And I’m up to date now! Ready to see if this sign from Mav is going anywhere...

@overneaththepathofmisery
Well hey... what part did you just read?

Oh yeah, Imma take a page outta your book, woman. FIGHT ME! COME ON! LET’S GO! I’m a blubbering fucking mess! How could you do this to me, Heri?! I’m under my blanket and I’m not coming out. Ever. Don’t talk to me. Or look at me. Or think about me. Or breathe my air!

Take that as a compliment ;)