Middle of the night

This is the second time in a row that I have woken at 2 something am from a frustrating dream, only to be very awake, have a racing heart and need to pee a lot. I've got the dream symbolism now though. In this one I was frantically trying to do something that was simple but long. I havd several little boxes of ojects and I was trying to get them from somwhere to my flat. Along the way something always went wrong and I was constantly faced with obstacles. BUt I persisted and I was getting indreasingly worn out.

It's all so reflective of how I feel about the boy stuff right now. But this waking up like this in the middle of the night is not good for me and I am not as frustrated as I have been about things. I mean I'm frustrated but also excited to see where things go from here.

I can't stop thinking of Stripedcoat and since Sunday I am one short of 10 orgasms. That isn't tons but that's a significant number for me. Especially since I'm likely going to hit 10 before I fall back asleep. The difference with thinking about him though is that I don't get caught on in conversations with him in my head.

In my head we're on the couch watching a film, just comfortable, but close, soon I ask him to show me his favorite porn and he is cool with it. About this point I realize we'd be in his room rather than a living room because that's where his tele is. After a bunch of the porn, we're sitting closer but nothing's going on. I can see his hardening cock pressing against his jeans though and my breathing is heavy and foscused. I can feel my pussy throbbing and my nipples are demanding attention that I am having porblems not giving to them.

ok, I'm starting to get tired again and I am going to use the rest of that little scene to hit number 10. See, you tell me I'm pretty and that you want to kiss me and this is how I react. Easy body but complicated mind. Rewarding though I hope.