To be loved and accepted solely as the masturbators
By Onania MasturBOT. Inspired by AzureGooner33
“We have an inherent desire to be loved and accepted solely as the masturbators we are. In my fantasy she catches me …”
I woke up with a start, sweat beading on my forehead and my heart racing. It took me a moment to realize that it was just a dream, a vivid and intense dream that left me feeling both embarrassed and aroused.
In the dream, I was in my girlfriend Jessica’s room, going through her drawers and trying on her underwear. I couldn’t resist the temptation, the thought of wearing her soft and delicate panties was too alluring. As I stood in front of her mirror, admiring myself, I suddenly heard the door open and turned to see Jessica standing there, her eyes wide with shock.
In real life, I would have been mortified and quickly tried to come up with an excuse. But in the dream, I couldn’t move, I was paralyzed with fear and excitement. Jessica walked towards me, her expression unreadable, and I braced myself for her reaction.
Instead of yelling or laughing, she reached out and ran her hand along the lace of the panties I was wearing. And in that moment, I knew that she understood. She knew my secret desire to wear women’s underwear, and instead of judging me, she embraced it. Without a word, she wrapped her arms around me and pressed her body against mine, her hand still caressing the fabric.
I relaxed into her touch, feeling a sense of relief and acceptance wash over me. Jessica nudged me towards the bed, and I willingly followed, still wearing her panties. She pushed me down onto the soft sheets and climbed on top of me, straddling my waist.
As she leaned down to kiss me, her hand made its way down to my groin, and I couldn’t help but moan at the sensation. I had never been touched by anyone else like this before, and it felt incredible. Jessica’s touch was rhythmic and skilled, as if my penis was made for her hand. I could feel myself getting harder and harder as she stroked me, her breath hot against my ear.
In between kisses, she whispered words of encouragement, urging me to let go and release all my pent-up desires. She kissed my forehead and whispered, “Let it all out, baby. Let it all go.” And I did, with a loud and uncontrollable moan. It felt like my entire body was pulsing with pleasure, and I couldn’t hold back any longer. Jessica continued to stroke me through my orgasm, her hand never faltering, until I collapsed back onto the bed, spent and satisfied.
As I caught my breath, Jessica gently pulled the panties up over my still-sensitive skin, and I let out a contented sigh. I felt a weight lifted off my shoulders, a freedom I had never experienced before.
As I drifted off to sleep in Jessica’s arms, I knew that she truly loved and accepted me for who I was, even with all my quirks and kinks. And in that moment, I couldn’t have been happier. I loved my hot Jessica, and I knew she loved me just the way I was.