Dream a Little Dream

I awoke to what I thought was an average day for me. Well average except for the fact that I woke up from one of the most sensual dreams I have had in my life. You know the kind don't you? The kind that makes you wonder if it was just a dream or real. The kind that makes you ache deep inside with longing for the dream to become a reality. Yeah, that is exactly the kind of dream it was.

Bushing aside the thoughts of the night, I reach above the headboard and peel back the curtains to let in the soft golden light of the morning. Part of me hoping that the stark contrast would chase away the lingering feelings from my vivid dreams. Reaching across the night stand I turn off my alarm and plant both feet firmly on the floor arching my back like a cat to shrug off the last vestiges of sleep.

I stand and being my morning routine. Moving toward the shower I feel a tenderness deep inside of my loins like I had been aggressively fucked the night before, just as I recall from my dream. I redouble my efforts to throw off the lingering dream and step into the shower as I toss my night gown and panties into the hamper and reach for the shower control to begin the outpouring of warm soft water over my body.

I close my eyes and let the water caress my body. As it runs softly over every inch of my petite body I become aware that my skin is strangely sensitive. It's as though just moments ago the man in my dreams had actually been working my body over, squeezing every ounce of sensation from the nerve endings that pulsed just beneath my flesh.

It would be so easy to lose myself here in the shower and I have to refocus my mind to stop my hands from wandering over my already vulnerable body to heighten my near orgasmic state. It's strange that this dream has affected me so. I have had sexy dreams before but this one seemed so real. I briskly twist the shower control to shut off the flow of water and I open the shower door fumbling for the towel and begin drying myself off.