What happens in your dreams.

This is not happening.

It's so easy to forget that, but you need to remember it. Tell it to yourself until you believe it: This is not happening.

This isn't real.

You're asleep in your bed, you went to sleep and closed your eyes and got lost in this peaceful darkness where I can come and visit you.

This is a dream and in a dream everything can happen, you're not tied by the chains of reality and you can be everything you dare not be or even want to be when you're awake. Outside your dreams you can pretend you've never wanted a man and tell yourself you never will, but drams a door to the inside of your mind where your true wants live.

Here's where you can face all the desires you would admit to no one, not even yourself. That's why you're here. And that's why I am here.

Who am I? Now, that's a good question.

Look at my face. Do you recognize it? Do you know who I am tonight in your dreams?

I may be someone you know. Your coworker, your best friend, the next door neighbor, someone you see every day and want without even knowing you want me because the desire is buried deep inside you.

I may be someone from your past, someone who awakened something in you that you don't dare remember, someone who's still in the memory behind the memories the back of your mind.

Or, why not, maybe a complete stranger. Maybe the man who sat across you on the subway, maybe the man who waited behind you in line for the bank, maybe a face you just say in passing in the street for half a second and that was enough to carry me with you forever.

I'm not telling you.

In your dreams where things can be whatever you want them to be, I'm just the mask your caged desires use to show themselves to you. That's all.

Your body is lying on your bed, breathing deeply, while you sleep and dream a dream of me.

In your dreams, you open your eyes and see me and you recognize me. You see what you want to see. You try to move and you can't.

Why are you tied to this bed?

Because you want to, of course. Remember, this is your dream. Your mind is the one making this happen. These ropes are there because your mind is putting them there.

If you wanted, you could take those ropes off and walk away. But you don't want to, do you?

You can't lie to yourself. You want this. That's why it keeps happening here, deep in your mind where no one else will ever know.

You're naked and you feel naked. Exposed. Vulnerable. You feel like you're not in control and you don't need to be in control. You're giving it up. This is what the ropes mean.

You look at me with something that feels like fear, but deep down you know it's not. If you feel danger is because you're afraid of these feelings.

Let go.

Just let go, let them take over you. Surrender. We're in a dream now and the rules of life don't exist here. There is only one rule in dreams, and that is what we want to happen. So, what do you want?

Look at me, I'm naked too. Look at my body, at my muscles. You want this, don't you? Deep inside you there's this desire for exactly this. You want a man to dominate you and do whatever he wants with you. Look at my cock.

Remember, this is your dream. This is what you want.

Look at me. You want this, and you know it.

Your cock is hard too. You can't lie to yourself. I'm a man and you want me, and you want me because I'm a man.

I loom above you and you feel helpless. I'm going to give you exactly what you want and you can't stop me.

A kiss.

That's the first step. A kiss in your lips, letting you feel the strength of a man taking your mouth by assault. Feel my kiss, let the feeling sink in. Kiss me back.

My lips and my hands explore your body and you close your eyes and feel. The pleasure of having another man make love to you. Your mind can recreate it perfectly, the feeling of my hairy chest rubbing against yours, the sweet agony of my teeth on your nipples, the warm, wet delight of my mouth in your cock, my hands striking your skin every now and then when you don't expect it. Pleasure and pain, two sides of the same coin.

Your body responds to me, getting harder and harder and sweating against my skin. You're focused on me, on what I'm doing to your body, on what I'm making you feel.

Pleasure.

And pain.

You submit to it, you let the sensations take over your mind, and both the pleasure and the pain strike your lust like a wave you have to ride until the end.

When I straddle your chest and put my cock in your mouth, you're already so deep in you don't question it. You want it. You open your mouth and suck me because you want to suck me. A dream is a place where you don't fight your own desires. You're here to let go, so you open your mouth and suck me.

You don't know if you know what a cock is supposed to feel like in your mouth, but it doesn't matter. Right now what matters is that you're doing it, that you're letting go. It doesn't matter how it feels, as long as you suck it.

You like having me fuck your throat.

Don't try to pretend you don't. This cock in your throat feels better than anything you've ever felt, except...

Except.

The best part of dreams is that you don't have to worry about the details. You don't need preparation, you don't need to loosen up, all you need is open your legs and get fucked... and I fuck you.

This forceful invasion of a cock in your ass is exactly what you crave, the secret desire that will never come to light: you want to get fucked. You want to have a man take you and use you for his pleasure, using your body like a sex toy. You want to be treated like a hole.

And I give it to you.

Remember, this is your dream. This is what you want. It's only happening because deep down, you want this. There is no shame here, in the secret bed inside your dreams. Here you can be anything you want, and if you want to be a hole, if you want to be controlled, I will give it to you.

Your cock is hard but you can't touch it. Remember, you're here to get used. If you cum, if your cock does something, it doesn't matter. What matters right now is what you're getting done to your ass. You want it to be like that. It's your mind making this happen.

You feel me going harder, faster, bigger, until you feel like your ass can't contain me anymore. You can't think, all you can do is surrender to the feeling of getting fucked. This submission is what you need, deep inside you. My control. My power over you. Your own helplessness, getting fucked by a real man. This is what I am for you in your dream, and this is what you want: to be made feel like you're not a man.

Tell yourself whatever you want, this is the truth and you know it.

I cum.

You can feel it, a warm invasion inside you while I shake and grit my teeth, but what you feel is mostly the relief of having a man's cum in you. You needed this.

The dream is almost over, I'm going away, fading out and leaving you alone tied to the bed. Alone.

You will wake up in a while, the memories of this dream fading from your mind and you will think about it for a second or maybe less, and start your day.

You won't remember it. It will be like it never happened, like all those dark desires in your mind didn't exist. You put on your mask of a straight man, a mask so good not even you know you're wearing it, and you will go on with your life. What happens in your dreams stays in your dreams.

But deep down, in that corner of your mind that you refuse to look at, that you don't know about and maybe can't know about, I'll be there, waiting.

And some other time I will pay you another visit.