One Day

I had a dream about him last night: his long hair, his gorgeous smile and his tight body.

I daydreamed about him as I ate lunch: his outrageous sense of humor, his unimaginable intelligence and his in-depth knowledge of current events.

I thought of him as I practiced my tango: his appreciation of art, his love of the theater and his passion for all things musical.

I masturbated to him as showered: his sexy-ass voice whispering naughtiness in my ear, his rock-hard dick gliding in and out of my pussy, his full lips sucking my nipples, his strong hands squeezing my ass and caressing my quivering body.

I can't wait to go to sleep perchance to dream and begin again.