Sweet Dreams

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“Come, Cara. We’ll have a little pleasure. Then you’ll be able to sleep.”
Nodding to his caring face, I follow to our bed. The love is short and sweet.

Rolling apart, I wait for his soft, snoring purr before thinking of her.
My fingers mimic her hidden touch, taking me in the pool as others walk by.
Our garden tryst, shaded from the sun. One finger deep, then slowly, two.
Her bed, that leer between my legs.
The memories consume me, my cum intensified by its constraint.

His touch wakes me at morning light.
“See, my Cara? You slept well.”

Published 3 years ago

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