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I dozed off

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and had a dream that I was lying on a man’s chest. 

A man with big pecs with some hair on them, small hard nipples, gorgeous armpit hair, and nice abs. Not a six pack, I’m not into that, there was a little belly but still pretty flat, and there was just the right amount of hair, and the most beautiful treasure trail that went down into his blue stripped boxer briefs that had a small bulge in them. 

his muscular arm was wrapped around my shirtless body, holding me close, his nose in my hair breathing deeply. 

I ran my hand up and down his chest feeling his nipples, his stomach, the elastic of the boxers. 

The bulge grew a little and I turned away to tease him. A few seconds later he put his leg over my thigh and his arm over my body and on my chest and came in real close, I could feel him getting hard down there. 

His warm hand going up and down my body, his hot breath exhaling on my neck, his feet intertwining with mine. 

I woke up hugging my pillow on a cold rainy day with a gray sky outside feeling lonely and sad.  Oh well back to my bioethics essay. 

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