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The dream starts as it always does I'm lying shirtless. I've missed the beginning completely and landed somewhere in middle of whatever this is.
The air is slightly cold on my skin. It sends goosebumps over my stomach and chest. I'm about to sit up and investigate where I am when i hear it.
"Ah ah little tokis, be goods and stays laying downs"
Is that?
Could it be?
Skwisgaar He steps into my line of sight. His blue eyes sparkle and his blonde hair is slightly mussed, as If someone has been playing with it.
As he approaches he runs one hand delicately over the ridges of my stomach. I can feel the callouses that have formed there. Everything seems so perfect it's hard to belive its real. Is this real? Do I care?
"söt liten slampa" he speaks In his native tongue. Somehow he manages to make such dirty words sound so gentle and reverent. He pulls back and pulls his tank top off.
His body is leaner than mine, less sculpted But still built like he was made by an expert artist. He approaches me slowly, like we have an the time in the world. And maybe we do.
"Ives beens dreamings of this" he whispers and the goosebumps are back. Slowly he reaches for my belt. He takes his time unbuckling it and the trails his hand up and down my stomach before unzipping my pants.
I make a sound of pure need. Begging him to go lower. He smiles. "Is this whats you wants?" He smirks as he touches my hard cock and
I sit up with a start. For a moment I'm confused. Looking around, I'm in my own bed with a raging hard on and a feeling of dread.
Fuck
Just another dream to remind me I'm in love with skwisgaar skwigelf