"Cocks~ Cocks! COCKS!" all I can think about at that moment are cocks. All around me. Big cocks, small cocks, circumcised, uncircumcised. I need more! Black cocks, white cocks, all colors of the rainbow cocks! In my pussy, in my mouth... IN MY ASS! Between my breasts, in my hands. Cocks cocks cocks!
And cum... MMMM CUM. Thick and smelly all over my body, marking me with a smell I'll never truly wash away. Filling every hole, leaking, needing to be filled again. The unholy yet delectable taste never leaves my tongue.
I look left, I see cocks! I look right, I see cocks! I need to please them all! I need them to cover me in their cum! I need my pussy and my ass bred like the animal I am! I need to be fed nothing but their seed!
I see one cock, right there, shrouded in smoke almost. As thick and long as my forearm. I need it. I kiss it and comfort it as if it were my own lover. A deep voice groans, but then starts to chuckle menacingly down at me.The chuckle shakes me to my core. Suddenly, my lust turns to fear as I look up at the figure. Piercing red eyes stare down at me. I can't quite make out its face, as if a camera smudge was laughing at me.
Suddenly, I sit up, taking in the room around me. I take a deep breath. It was only a dream. No, a nightmare. What kind of whore would ever feel those feelings about disgusting man things? I look to my left, to see my hubby laying next to me, peaceful, as if nothing could ever hurt him. He's so adorable. I love him with all my heart.
I can not believe I had a dream of being disloyal to him. Sure, it's been a few weeks since we've had intercourse, and I didn't climax last time, or the time before. But he's a busy man. Anyway, intercourse is for making children, not for pleasure. Only a slut would ever touch herself down there. I am better than that. I am a good woman for my husband and that's all that matters.
I sit up and say my morning prayer before getting out of bed and going down to the kitchen. Still wearing the same white nightgown I had gone to sleep with the night before. I should make James a special breakfast this morning to make up for my dream of infidelity. I make him a nice plate of bacon and eggs with toast and a cup of coffee. A great meal for a great man. For myself, just a bit of oatmeal with berries in it. So naughty, I know.