Wet Dream

So again I wake up with nothing to do. So I again make breakfast and start to clean. Once I’m done I take a wonderful shower. The shower is probable the highlight of my day. Because as I stand there in the stinging hot water imagining my Master standing behind me with his hands on my hips, holding me up against him, whispering in my ear that I belong to him. Only two more days I keep telling myself.

After spending a few hours of just laying around and on my computer I decide it’s to to go to the gym. So I get ready and head out to go for a run. When I get back I start on my homework. Then my roommate walks through the door. I’m filled with excitement, for I’ve been so lonely in this empty house. We talk for a while about her trip and what she missed here on campus (which isn’t much). Then we both depart to our rooms.

When it’s time to go to bed I start having difficulties. Not due to the poor box-spring or the the humidity in the air, but rather what is going on in my head. Once again I imagine my Master lying there with me. I move to where I’m on my back. I visualize him hovering over me. One hand holding both of my hands above my head and the other resting between my legs. I’m so horny now but I know I can’t touch myself until my Master returns. I roll over onto my side resisting the urge. Only a day down, one more to go.


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