Crisp air hits me as I open the window, staring out across the evergreen forests, I remember that places exist which make you think of the supernatural.
A hotel room null and void of human interaction. You can visit only Pornhub so many times to release yourself again before you’ve had enough, right? Ok, well, maybe one more time.
My Tumblr blog’s activity through the roof. One Ask after another, follower count ticking upward, as I start to doze off…trying to keep my eyes open…sleepy…Family Guy on the TV…sleepy…dozing…
Somebody is at the door. Must be the room service.
Wait. What did I order? I don’t remember ordering anything. Huh. Maybe it’s the front desk. Huh.
Opening the door a beautiful brunette steps through the frame with a look on her face that says everything, loud and clear: I’m here to seduce you.
My will to say no is shot. I’m in a surreal place mentally anyways. Everything is happening as if I am watching my life as in a movie.
Her hands on my chest, pushing me back 15 feet to the bed. Hands on my shoulders, sitting me down.
Is she going to speak? Can she? Does she have an accent? Does she even speak my language?
Unzipped. Pulling out my manhood. Yes: she speaks my language after all. Encasing my cock with her saliva-laden lips.
Gagging. Choking. Licking. Stroking.
I can’t take it. I need to make her cum.
Eating and fingering her to cum and scream but still no words. Just very loud noises. Her screams sounded British. Maybe Aussie. Or Scottish. Or Kiwi. Or South African. Or Irish.
Fucking a few more orgasms out of her. Until I collapsed. Turned over.
And she was gone.
Did I make it all up? Was it a fantasy? Was it a vivid dream?
Yes. Had to. It had to be a dream.
Checking out the next day, needing to collect the receipt for work, who else but she was behind the desk. A post-it on my receipt saying
”You have vivid dreams.”
Written a while back while on travel.