However, this wasn't some kind of a decent dream that involves my work or something.
Instead it was an erotic dream with a stranger.
There was a man in my dream doing unspeakable things to me. Moreover, his touch made my body come alive in a way Mike could never.
Even though it was a dream, it felt so real and my body responded more intensely compared to how it did to Mike.
I didn't have any doubt that if it was that man that touched me before and went as far as Mike had gone, I wouldn't have been able to hold back and stop him.
But why would I have that kind of dream with a stranger?
And what made it so weird was that I liked it so much and it felt right. Unlike when I was with Mike, it felt as if I belonged in his arms.
But who was that man? He was so handsome it was almost a sin to have such a face.
He was taller than anyone I had met before and his shoulders were so broad with strong arms and a perked chest.
