Can't Get Him Out of My Head

I had a dream last night about you. I know what you told me was maybe meant to push me away, warn me off, but it didn’t work. I still want you. I dreamt of your smell, your touch, of you rough on my body. In my dreams the feel of you and the sight of your cock drove me. All I can remember are flashes of pleasure. Not the refined pleasure of things culture and society. The baser kind found of exhausting yourself against the sex of another. I want you but I am not sure reality could be as good as or better than the fantasy. I’m also not sure I will have a choice; when you are near it is almost all I can do not to tear your clothes off and rub my face into your crotch and taste you. I want you to fuck me into exhaustion and leave me destroyed, limp, and soaking in a puddle of sweat and cum. If you have to tie me up to do it I don’t care. Please please just fuck me.