Dirty Dreams
Avah | March 4, 2008
Early this morning I remember having a rape dream. There’s not much I remember, but I can see the image of a man’s knee forcing my legs apart and then him forcing himself in me. And I know that it was hot.
It was probably due to Jefferson’s midnight molestations.
I woke up in the middle of the night to him parting my legs with his hand and rubbing my clit. Unfortunately, he kept falling asleep. And so did I.
As it so happens though, I really love being woken up to sex (and only to sex, I may just kill you if you wake me for other reasons). A few years ago when I was spending the night with Robby, when in the middle of the night I woke up to him rolling on top of me and starting to fuck me. He grabbed a fist full of hair as he fucked me, and I still remember him saying in my ear, “You like that, bitch?”
Way. Hot.
It was a quick fuck. He came quickly and then we both fell back asleep.
But damn if I don’t secretly hope for that to happen every time I sleep over with a guy.
