If The Pillow Could Talk

I woke up suddenly, jolted from the dream I had been having.

A dream involving the guy I met last night.

The hot stranger who had followed me into the bathroom.

The one whose language I did not speak and who things definitely would’ve gone further with, had we not been interupted.

As my mind pondered what might have happened, my hand wandered into my PJ shorts. I was so wet and I knew that I had to cum, right then.

I pulled the pillow over my face as I came, trying desperately not to wake my sleeping friend.

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