It began on a Friday at work.  A 24 year old guy confided in me that he had a sexual dream about me.  One that resulted in 'nocturnal emissions.'  I texted him back that night, letting him know his revelation to me had resulted in my own 'nocturnal' activities, and that I was now relaxed and going to sleep.

 He texted me a picture of his cock.

Erect.

Oh-so-VERY erect.

I told him that I was no longer sleepy, but would enjoy listening to him 'work things out' for himself in his bedroom, while I do the same.  

We did the same on Saturday evening and chatted for 2 hours until my phone ran down.

And OH-FUCK-ME I couldn't help myself; In invited him over for 'brunch' this morning to my house.  I think I must be kind of a slut. LOL! Just horny and 'sensitive' to the needs of men that I appreciate.  I also know James didn't intend to pull my hair so hard... it's just he needed something to grip in his writhing struggle toward the deep-throat orgasm he's had coming since he revealed his little crush to me...  

 Oh, yes.  It worked out so *very Very well.  For him. And for me.  

He's gone now and I'm horny-as-ever.  Oh hormones.

-M