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 my masturbation as the details of my dream sink into my mind even more than they already had.
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I stand against the wall, without any clothes on, my nipples becoming erect from their contact with the cold metal wall in front of me. There’s a blindfold over my eyes so that I can’t see what’s going on. My hands are against the wall as well, until a figure pulls them behind my back and locks them there with handcuffs. A stranger’s deep, sexy voice whispers in my ear, “your body belongs to me now.” His lips meet my neck as his icy fingers trail down my bare back. The fact that I don’t know him, makes the sensation even more erotic, sending a trail of wetness down my leg.