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doms saying “awe,” “poor thing,” etc..
you agree. reblog.
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Your Favorite Dream
“You’re dreaming…”
You nodded, still half asleep. Your roommates' hands crept over your naked body, rubbing you, stroking your stomach. They draw small circles on the skin beneath your sheets. Their other hand cupped your chin. Their thumb forcing its way between your lips. You opened your mouth, sucking on their thumb. You licked at it like a dick, moaning at the salty taste it had.
Your eyes drifted open hazily. You could see your roommate sitting there next to you, in your room, in your bed. Her curly hair shone like a halo in the light from the hallway. She was naked except for a doll gown. You opened your mouth to try to ask what she was doing here.
“Go back to sleep. You’re just dreaming…”
You felt your eyes drift closed. It was just a dream. You should go back to sleep. You felt yourself start to sink back under, the clutches of sleep wrapping around you again. It was a nice dream to be in.
“Much better. Being in this dream with me. Letting me touch you like this.”
Much better letting her touch you like this in your dream. She was so pretty and sweet. You’d let her touch you any way she wanted in your dreams. You nodded slowly guided by her hand on your chin. It felt right to nod.
“You want me to touch you deeper don’t you.”
You nodded again. Was it because she forced you to nod or because it was your dream and you wanted her to force you to nod. It didn’t matter.
You felt her thumb leave your mouth, the sudden emptiness leaving you whimpering through parted lips.
Her hands gripped you slowly lifting you onto your side. You felt her gently push you onto your stomach, her hands sliding down to play with your butt. They groped and squeezed both cheeks playing with them.
“I’m going to go deeper now. Just relax and let me in.”
You nodded. You felt your body sink into your bed as if it was a pile of clouds. Slowly you could feel a pressure at your asshole, something pushing into you. It felt warm, big, filling. It stretched you out, leaving you suddenly aware of your emptiness.She stroked your hair softly and you could feel the object press into you. It filled you with each bit deeper it went. You moaned trapped in the bliss.
“Very good. You love this dream. It’s why you leave your door open every night. So that you can have this dream again and again.”
You moaned. Your asshole clenching around her tightly.
“You’re so deep in the dream now. So lost in the pleasure of it. Give in to it. Give in to me.”
You came, body shaking, as you cried in pleasure into your pillow. You whimpered softly as it passed. The feeling of whatever was in you slowly being removed. You wanted to cry at the sudden emptiness.
“I’m still in you. You’re so full of me. It’s what you always dream. Isn’t it?”
That’s right. You were full of her. You could still feel your roommate inside of you. Filling you up. Ready to burst.
“Sleep tight my darling. I’ll see you again in your dreams tomorrow night.”
You could feel your bed shift as she climbed out of it. The soft click of your door closing causes you to wake up only for a moment. You felt so full, it would be so easy to go back to sleep. You hoped when you did, you’d have your favorite dream. Not that you could ever tell your roommate about it.
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This wasn't really the kind of thing I typically write but I hope you all enjoyed and remember to check out the new poll and vote for what you want to see next week!
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Sheila Ferrari is any kind of bimbo you’d like, as long as it’s Asian.
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reblog this if your account is a safe space for polyamorous and non-monag people or is owned by someone who is polyamorous or non-monogamous
op is a monogamous person who felt they haven't seen enough posts acknowledging this part of the queer community outside of non-monogamous circles and blogs
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I’m sorry I’m blank.
I follow a lot of people. I like a lot of content. I am terrified that I have nothing new to say, or that sharing stuff is just... echoing into a void.
I am not entirely convinced I am a whole person. I can pass a CAPTCHA check, but that doesn’t necessarily make me human.
I’m sorry. I’m trying.
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