Caught Touching Myself
The sun shines through my window, and I glance over at my alarm clock. It’s 7:15 am. I look to my right, and find that Derek had already left, and I was laying in bed alone. I lay and stare at the ceiling for a second, trying to gather my thoughts. I think about the dream I had last night, and a pool starts to form between my legs. Of course, the night after I finally had sex the way I truly wanted to, with ropes and toys, and bondage, with my boyfriend of two years, I had the best wet dream of my life. I unconsciously bring my hand down to my clit, and begin rubbing and playing with it, thinking about the dream I had. Soon I get a little carried away in …