I woke up soaked.
My fingers were already there, slow and sleepy, rubbing circles into me like Iโd never stopped in the night.
Still half-asleep, moaning into my pillow, grinding against my own hand until I squirted just a little... enough to stain the sheets.
Enough to make me whimper.
It wasnโt even planned.
Just need.
That deep, lazy kind that comes from dreaming something you werenโt supposed to.
Iโm still a mess.
And I might go again.
Would you tell me to stopโฆ or watch me make another wet spot?
Aino Olivia
2025-05-28 10:42:01 +0000 UTCMichael Cooper
2025-05-28 10:03:27 +0000 UTC