He has taken hold of my fantasies, lust and burning desires. The lust, fantasies, desires are so strong, masturbating helps, but I need to express these desires with him. And he is not here. I am constantly horny.
My sleep is restless, every pore in my body is burning with desire, and want, want to be sucking his cock, rubbing his body against mine, feeling his lips on both sets of mine. I am moaning and my hips are rolling through my restless sleep. He is cupping my breasts as I moan and roll my hips. I feel his kisses all over my body, I know I am sleeping, but it feels real, and I continue to moan, restless sleep, rocking my body back and forth.
He is so fit, firm, silky skin, sensuous. My desire, my need, I am sleeping, but his body merging with mine, with wild, sweaty tearing the bed apart fucking. My sleep is so restless. I sleep, yet I am moaning, horny, rolling back and forth. In my dreams he pounding my pussy, making me cum over and over, a wild man, I can’t get enough of and he can’t get enough of me. We are consumed by each other.
He is body covers mine and I feel his breath on me, so warm and I hear his moans with mine, and we fuck and fuck and fuck. I moan and roll and moan, such a restless sleep. His hands are all over me, and my desire and lust burns out of control as I moan and roll and thrash in my sleep.
It is morning and I awaken. I am so wet, the sheets are wet. My legs are wet almost down to my knees. What a dream, I remember the moaning and thrashing. I can’t believe how messy the sheets are. Oh, what a number you are doing on me.

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