Dreams of being bred by you, sir

*All participants are over 18*
Dreaming of seeing your hairy body crawl on top of mine.
My vulnerabilities, erased. My insecurities whisked away.
My mind, vacant of thoughts but the hardness of your groin, like a jagged stalactite probing into my cave. How I crave to feel your rock tower sliding, dripping, undulating inside of me.

What a dominant man you are, surrounding my body: I would do anything for you, with you, next to you, underneath you. And I would let you do anything to me.

My legs above your shoulders, feeling my body squeezed from pressure of contorting into a half circle. I cannot breathe because of the thickness in the air of your scent, lust, and vigorous sweat. My vision taken over by your thrusting abdomen. My arms helpless but to caress your body and guide it inside of mine. I’m no longer a bottom, but your bottom. I’m absorbing you into myself, yet losing myself in you.

You love to contort my body into a pleasure box; bend me, fold me into your cock. It’s the perfect complement to your male desire. Fold me like cock origami.

Your eyes boring into me a feral in lust. Your pacing wild and irregular. Muscle tensing. Jaw clenching. Gasping. Screaming my name.
Are you still in control sir? I think you have lost it. The heaviness in your pelvis from your weekly stress: Your anxiety, your tension, your aggression, your need to inseminate. Release all of that inside of me. I’ll be haven for you: Take care of it. I want to be wet. I want to be full. I went to dripping, reminded of you. Hole expanding, dick throbbing, pumped full of man essence.

Existentially, I’m in crisis, but you can fill my void. Throw away Nietsche, and give me Plato. Emerging from my sexual cave and glancing at the wonders of the world from my cum-filed, submissive eyes. Filled, yet begging for more.