Part 3 I was thirteen when I had my first wet dream. I was more than a little humiliating. I woke up earlier than usual that day and slipped from under my covers as quietly as I could. When my feet touched the carpet I looked around to see if any of my roommates had stirred knowing that I would never hear the end of it if they knew what happened.
James was still asleep, peter was tucked in behind the heavy canopy drapes and Remus was seated up ramrod straight his amber eyes nearly glowing in the dark as he tracked my movements. I stood completely still, watching Remus as he watched me. Those eerie eyes of his were more frightening than charming when he was awakened form a deep sleep and I couldn’t maintain eye contact for long. Let my eyes wander to the floor and over to my heavy antique trunk where my spare pants and pyjamas were.
I collected them quickly and shuffled off to the shower.
While I was under the hot water I beat off to Remus' eyes.
I fantasized about Remus knowing that I had made a mess of my pants because I was dreaming of him. I rubbed my thumb over the head of my penis when I imagined of his hands touching me the way I remembered from my dreams. I thought of Remus looking at me, watching me, seeing me and only me —love me.
Request - D/s, collar; Good Boy Part 3/8
I was thirteen when I had my first wet dream. I was more than a little humiliating. I woke up earlier than usual that day and slipped from under my covers as quietly as I could. When my feet touched the carpet I looked around to see if any of my roommates had stirred knowing that I would never hear the end of it if they knew what happened.
James was still asleep, peter was tucked in behind the heavy canopy drapes and Remus was seated up ramrod straight his amber eyes nearly glowing in the dark as he tracked my movements. I stood completely still, watching Remus as he watched me. Those eerie eyes of his were more frightening than charming when he was awakened form a deep sleep and I couldn’t maintain eye contact for long. Let my eyes wander to the floor and over to my heavy antique trunk where my spare pants and pyjamas were.
I collected them quickly and shuffled off to the shower.
While I was under the hot water I beat off to Remus' eyes.
I fantasized about Remus knowing that I had made a mess of my pants because I was dreaming of him. I rubbed my thumb over the head of my penis when I imagined of his hands touching me the way I remembered from my dreams. I thought of Remus looking at me, watching me, seeing me and only me —love me.