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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
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