Has anyone else noticed that the longer one goes without gratification, the more your fetishes invade your dreams? I woke up in a breathless sweat last night after a dream in which I was on one of those medieval racks, having my arms slowly winched higher and higher above my head. I couldn't see who was doing it, I only knew that I was topless and feeling VERY helpless.
I lay in bed praying for slumber to overtake me once more, so I could continue the fantasy, but it was not to be.
I lay in bed praying for slumber to overtake me once more, so I could continue the fantasy, but it was not to be.
