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Although it is becoming a rarer occurrence. When I do dream, each is incredibly vivid. Powerful in emotion, so too are the physical sensations from them even after I wake.

Yes, I’ve had the usual death and catching him cheating dreams that leave you curled up and crying in the dead of night. I am however lucky enough to say my sex dreams are just as powerful, more so.

When I dream about sex, the dream is often lucid or becomes lucid even if at first, I don’t realize it. I’m in control and if I’m horny I have sex with whoever is in my dream world. I never see their faces I never talk to them. It’s usually a man but sometimes a woman. Whatever I want to happen does.

I’ve just had one of those dreams. I’m awake and horny beyond comprehension because in my dreams they never let me cum. It’s like a sick torturous game where they keep me teetering on the edge of oblivion until my eyes open and I’m left frustrated and needy.

The worst part? Lying next to me is a hunk of a man snoring softly with no idea how much I want him right now.

He’s not the tallest man at 5ft 6, but nor am I the at 5ft 1. He has the sexiest brown hairy chest I love to run my fingers through. Green eyes that hold a mischievous smile and perfectly groomed thick eyebrows that make me jealous. His head is shaved but he wears a thick fluffy brown beard on his chin.

Beards are marmite I am aware, but any woman who has had a bearded man eat her out knows where she sits in that debate.

He is wonderfully kind, sweet and the funniest person I’ve ever met. Although he is an introvert and can be quiet, and stoic around others. This just gives him a vulnerability that makes me want to wrap him up and suffocate him with my love.

Not right now though. Right now, I want his dark side. The side that dominates me with one look. In my fantasies he does need not waste time turning over and mounting me when I wake. He is the reason I wake.

In my fantasies I wake at the fullness of his cock burying deep into me and those first few slow deliberate thrusts that follow. Enough to throw me hurtling over the precipice of orgasm I had been yearning for in my dreamworld with the faceless.

I imagine to some people waking to discover your husband taking you is a little freaky, wrong even. But this is a fantasy, a fantasy I’ve never told. One which I give him full permission to carry out. If only I could discover the courage to distribute it.

No not now though. Now he continues his snoring. I’m listening intently as I break from my reverie and try to slip silently from the bed. Opening my bedside drawer inch by slow inch to remove my favorite dildo. It’s a long agonizing few minutes before it’s free and I’m creeping out the door and downstairs to where he cannot hear me.

I lie back open my legs as wide as they will go and place the tip at the entrance to my dripping pussy, pausing for just a moment before gliding it home. “Fuck”, I whisper unable to keep completely silent. I listen but the house is still. So, I continue to slide the imitation cock in and out of me. The fullness feels amazing, I love it but i can’t get enough. The way it’s fucking me and stretching, I want to cum so much still on the edge from my dreamworld. I continue increasing to a faster pace.

I’m desperate now, my eyes closed, picturing my husband. Imaging this is him slamming himself into me over and over as he tells me I’m his. It’s almost too much, but at the same time not enough.

I stop for a moment and pull the toy out suddenly, almost cumming as I do. Quickly I reach down with my left hand and use my fingers to dip them inside, soaking them in my juices. I start pumping the dildo into me slipping and sliding over and over in a constant motion. Fucking myself faster, harder in desperate need with a false god of a cock.

My left hand now has also increased in speed, furiously drawing circles around my twitching swollen clit. I cannot keep this up long if I rub her directly and I want just a few more minutes of bliss.

In those minutes fantasizing of my man. He is letting me know he’s in charge, growling dirty words to me knowing how weak I am to the effect. As he tells me I’m his dirty slut. I fuck myself faster but shallower now and finally allow my clit direct friction.

Furiously rubbing her and thrusting inside me. After only a few seconds I explode. I make no sound.

The explosion is overpowering from waves of pleasure from inside me coming out and along every inch of my skin. They begin before the last one ends, rippling forever upwards throughout my whole body.

My clit suddenly too sensitive I remove my fingers gently and bask in the glory of it. Pure pleasure that only comes for me with that double stimulation.

A wondered crosses my mind of introducing anal play, but no, I’ve never. If I liked it shit, can you imagine how intense having three holes filled would be?

It only takes a moment and the guilt sets in. I don’t know why but self-play has at all times seemed extra naughty when I have the real thing upstairs. A man who knows exactly how to make me scream.

I stand and sneak back upstairs. First slipping into the bathroom to clean up.

I pad silently into the bedroom and manage to place my now cleaned substitute man back in the drawer.

Lying here for what feels like hours I try to sleep but it’s not happening, I’m still too high. Still thinking about how much better that would have been if he was really doing it.

I ponder how weird it is to feel naughty for touching your own body. And as I lie there, I decide I will distribute my secret I will write it all in a story, post it somewhere perhaps? When I’m feeling brave again, I will send him the link.

Then I will wait. Wait for the next dream, wait to be woken by him like he does in my dreams.

NSFW: yes

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