You can’t get the call out of your head, can you? You spent a good deal of time speaking to me, one fantasy after another until we both had cum so much we were both exhausted.
It was late when we finished our time together. You got ready for bed, thinking that since you had release that you would be able to fall fast asleep.
The things we did raced through your mind. You tossed and turned but eventually your eyes grew heavy and you were able to drift off to sleep.
The image of me came to you, soft and gentle. Moving in and out of your dream, fleeting, momentarily within reach, but then gone. You wanted to pull me to you, hold on, and never let go.
You were awoken by an ache that you so desperately tried to deny, will away with your mind. After a little while, you returned to my page. Perhaps to read over my blogs, or look at my pictures. Until you simply could not take it anymore, picked up your phone, and called again.
You know what the funny thing is? I dream of you too.
