My Addiction

It happened again last night. I had a dream about him. I didn't want to, my subconscious has a mind of its own -- yes, pun intended. It probably didn't help that I went to bed after masturbating to him.

In my dream, I see the dark brown of his eyes, the gleaming of his broad smile, the smoothness of his milk chocolate skin and the flow of his locks as he came towards me. My mind's eye can scarcely comprehend the God-made goodness I see before me. I know I'm staring, I know my mouth is hanging open and I'm starting to sweat...I don't care.

My mind takes control and I can hear him saying so many wonderfully titillating and naughty things to me over & over & over in my head. I had only ever heard him say, "good morning." The bass in his voice makes the hairs on my arm stand-up, causes my knees to get weak and bring a familiar moistness to my pussy.

My mind won't stop. I try to wake up. I don't want to dream about him anymore. I don't want to think about the woulda, shoulda, coulda of it. Wake up Shannon! Wake up!

My mind keeps going and I'm forced to recall the rhythmic stride of his gait. It is confident, strong and deliberate. It has a beat that I can easily match and move with as if it was my own. I'm seeing a majestic lion move across the Serengeti and I am his prey...to be conquered, taken and eaten alive. I am consumed by all that is him.

This brief encounter envelopes my psyche, and my mind won't/can't let go. I'm addicted to him; I can admit I have a problem; and I don't wanna let it go. He has brought me immeasurable pleasure for so long, I don't know that I could let him go if I wanted to. Just the thought of him brings a smile to my face.

When I ponder him for a moment, my mouth gets dry.
When I bring his voice to my remembrance, my nipples get hard.
When I recall our brief encounter, my pussy tingles and gets damp.
And when my mind's eye has its way and imagines the possibilities, I convulse, moan, writhe in ecstasy and cum.

My mind has gotten used to him and my body craves him...I'm losing control. I dream about him almost nightly, I'm masturbating to him at least twice a week and all he ever said to me was "good morning."