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I can't take this anymore.... this is the third night in a row of hot, HOT sexual fantasies. The umpteenth night now that I've gone to bed horny and woken up horny. Even a bit of self-indulgence isn't enough to quench the thirst my pussy seems to have for sex. There's no regular cock in my life anymore, and my sexual needs are catching up with me. I need cock!
Gotta Get Me Some!
Though... it's not that I'm not fully enjoying the fantastic dreams and the long, complex sexual dramas my mind is cooking up all on its own each evening. I first dreamed about my first love, still a bit of a crush of mine, I haven't seen since I was sweet sixteen. And only recently, he's donned a military uniform.... good god. That's incredibly hot. Oh, to have the opportunity to see him wearing it in person and touch my fingers to his big biceps all the more emphasized by that careful and exact roll of the camouflaged sleeve dictated by a strict dress code. The military influence was ingrained into my childhood experiences; military men will always be ingrained in my sexual desire.
Maybe I need to date a soldier boy... I never did get to fuck one. How sad is that?
The evening after my subconscious attempts to seduce my former love, I dreamed of an interlude with a stranger. Well, two strangers to be exact and... twins. Oh, but not the female twins you're probably hoping for, an actual set of blonde-headed brothers. But really. Does it matter? Either way, they were new to me, twice the fun, and my god, did they do a job between my legs spread wide... !! I recall being seated in a chair, completely nude, and my legs bound in such a way as to separate my thighs far and wide to allow full access for the twins and render me totally, eagerly vulnerable. One tan-faced and light haired man went down on me, lapping at my pussy, fingering, and pointedly looking up at me at just the right moments with his intense stare to drive me truly wild and make it so very obvious that I was being fucked by a complete stranger... who really knew what he was doing down there and had every intention of providing me with the best sex dream of my life.
His brother? Oh, the other one was taking care of my back end, if you know what I mean.... He first slipped a hand behind me, fondled my ass crack on the way, and dipped a finger into my pussy as his brother worked my clit. Then, he alternated between tending to my pussy and ass. Back and forth, back and forth, other brother doing the same.... I came so hard even as I tried to hold back and keep the dream going longer.
And last night, I dreamed of another old friend and former crush. He was a high school classmate that I last saw about a decade ago. Suddenly, in my dream, we were working in a factory together, all dirty and soot-covered but still stealing time together between our different shifts. He was so tall and muscly and once again, I found myself enticed by those big biceps and that little crevice made inside the elbow by a bent arm. Fuck! I want to lick him right there right now...
How long will this possibly continue? Will I survive? Or will a new cock ride into town to save me? Will I run out of old friends and former flames to fantasize about and move on to newer acquaintances? I have a few in mind for the task...
Who's next?
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