A dirty dream leads to a real-life erotic encounter with a sexy stranger that far exceeds the fantasy.

“I like your perfume.“

The voice came from behind me on the busy train. We were packed in tight, but not like sardines. Everyone always says “sardines.“ We were packed in like too many tired, under-caffeinated travelers on a morning commute. The difference was that I’d had the filthiest dream of my life the night before. And I’d been drenched in that hazy sensation of almost coming ever since. In my dream I had fucked a man I didn’t know. He’d taken me every different way I’ve ever wanted to be taken. The thrill was in not knowing his name, not knowing anything about him.

Whenever I closed my eyes, I caught snippets of the dream, the words he’d said, and the... Read More