I woke up soaked.
My fingers were already there, slow and sleepy, rubbing circles into me like I’d never stopped in the night.
Still half-asleep, moaning into my pillow, grinding against my own hand until I squirted just a little... enough to stain the sheets.
Enough to make me whimper.
It wasn’t even planned.
Just need.
That deep, lazy kind that comes from dreaming something you weren’t supposed to.
I’m still a mess.
And I might go again.
Would you tell me to stop… or watch me make another wet spot?
Aino Olivia
2025-05-28 10:42:01 +0000 UTCMichael Cooper
2025-05-28 10:03:27 +0000 UTC