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14/2/2020 0 Comments DreamsLast night was a first.
I am someone that rarely remembers having dreams, let alone the content of those dreams. Part of me thinks this might have to do with the disturbing nature of my dreams, but honestly, I don’t really know. I do know that when I first went through puberty, wet dreams were something that I absolutely hated. I actually trained myself to wake up from them. This has carried through to my post transition life. I will be having a sexy, Funtime dream and as the climax approaches, I wake up. Those dreams have also had me with my pre surgery equipment. Well, last night was different. I had gone to bed early, since I am recovering from a bad cold. I had been asleep for maybe half an hour when I realized I was approaching orgasm. Instead of forcing myself awake, I let that pleasure flow through me. It cascaded through my body with an intensity I haven’t felt in quite awhile. Afterwards, I did wake up. Smiling to myself, I snuggled back into the covers with the memory of that etched in my mind.
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