In the Pink

I dreamed of how your hand felt inside me.

So vivid was the dream that I could feel your fist move, twist and turn, shaping itself into the perfect formation to spread and stimulate me from within.

I feel it even now, as though i was still lying beside you, still, pliant and obedient. Twitching and jerking from both the aftershocks of one gushing orgasm, and the tingles of another.

This dream was a case of art imitating life, not the other way around. You are constantly in my head, my heart, my ears, my cunt.

Dreamy, yes but real.