Jude
I was having the most amazing dream. I was with Wendy and I was slowly working her up so I could slide inside her and make her scream. I could smell the sweet scent of her caramel apple scent around me, feel her body pressing against mine with her neediness, and feel the sting of my canines as Saggio claimed her as ours again.
“Jude.”
It was the sound of her voice that ripped me from my dream. I’ve heard Wendy’s voice in various degrees of happiness, irritation, anger, frustration, and laughter. I’ve NEVER heard it sound as desperately needy as it did in my dream.
I’d jolted awake and realized that, while I was dreaming, I was starting to live that dream in real life, and it was time for me to step away.
I’m sure there are quite a lot of men and probably a lot of women who would
