I woke up this morning and my thighs were sticky and I was sitting in a puddle of my own juices. I had been dreaming, but not just any dream – I had a wet dream…a very hot, very real, very wet dream. A lot of the details are fading, but I remember it was dark, with the light of the moon streaming in I think the window was open, with the curtains dancing slowly in the breeze. I remember the breeze because it tickled my naked nipples and sent a shiver straight down to pussy, churning my juices.
I felt the hot breath of a faceless figure crawling his way up my body, teasing my bare form with caresses, tasting kisses, exploratory tongue; my back arched with each envisioned sensation. His mouth found its way to my hard pink nipple, suckling hard, biting, bringing sweet torments; I felt his fingers parting my pussy lips, the scent of my sex filling the air as he rubbed my tiny girlie erection, making it throb and pulsate, my hips grinding to meet his every touch.
He shifts and I felt his hard cock pressing against my inner thigh I open up to him, now desperate to feel him thrusting deep inside me, fucking me hard and fast. My hands grasped as his taunt ass cheeks, my nails digging into his flesh, trying to pull him into me. But he had other plans for me…for us….
I have always loved cuckolding and treating my boyfriends like little useless losers. You see the worst you treat a man the harder he tries to please you. So I started dating little losers with little dicks I found myself looking for sex with everyone except for with my pee pee loser boyfriend. Chances are I’m fucking your boss, your brother and probably your best friend too. You see I go around and whine and complain to anyone who will listen to me, I bitch about your lack of size and your poor lovemaking skills. I also like to bitch about how little money you make, and of course I never ever stop complaining about your little penis and how disappointed I am that my boyfriend has no clue on how to please me or any other woman for that matter. It’s hard at first, but I find that if I complain enough so many of the other men in my life REAL men I should say, are willing to step up and do what my boyfriend can’t seem to. In time I will have you so emasculated that you will sit at the edge of my bed with a pad and pen and take notes as your friends and boss fuck me silly. Don’t you ever wonder why I don’t ask you for sex anymore? You are my little cuckold bitch and that’s all you will ever be!