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My Wet Dream

Author: Regina
last update Last Updated: 2024-10-29 19:42:56

He was in the next room, perhaps exhausted, as he drifted off to sleep. From my own bed, I could hear the steady rhythm of his breathing, a gentle melody that matched the softness of his voice, which always seemed to soothe me. The scent of his freshly showered skin lingered in the air, subtly infused with a hint of soap, yet his natural scent remained unmistakable. Amidst the faint aroma of shower gel, his unique essence seemed to shine even brighter, drawing me in like an addiction. I found myself continuously inhaling the fragrance, allowing it to envelop me like a hypnotic lullaby, easing me into a state of tranquility. Every breath seemed to deepen my connection to him, as if his presence permeated the very air around me, comforting and captivating me in equal measure.

As dawn arrived, the tantalizing scent of food filled the air, tempting me out of my cozy bed, where I often linger longer than I should. Filled with eager anticipation, I looked forward to the morning encounter wi
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