Rousing

I dreamed I masturbated in the shower, my breasts higher and harder than they truly are, almost conical or pyramidal, like a hentai schoolgirl’s. And my ass was more muscular. I kept soaping the two, going back and forth between them, and the touch there felt so amazing it scarcely occurred to me to actually put my fingers between my legs. As I started to wake up, I fought a bit to hang on and stay in, but failed. For the rest of the day, I occasionally remembered it and thought, hmm, I must be horny. But I didn’t do anything about it.

As I’ve said before, I’m strangely loathe to come without someone else nearby and participating. And for some time now this hasn’t been much of a problem because my sex drive has been largely subdued. But I’m starting to feel some hunger bubbling up again and I’m little afraid. Afraid of what bad choices I might make yet excited, too, for the new people, the new nuances, the new pleasures that are familiar in that they derive so much of their power from their newness.

There’s a new year on the horizon. I can hardly wait.