Dream Journal
I was making out with B on my parents’ basement couch. I was lying on top of him and could feel his erection. We were both under a blanket; I got up and removed all of my clothes.
I went into the bathroom to wipe my vagina and remove all traces of my blood, knowing that he wouldn’t want to go any further if he know I were still bleeding.
I crawled back under the blanked naked, knowing he loved feeling my skin pressed on top of his. Straddling him, I pulled one pillow from under his head (he had two) to get him in a better position. His head was too low, so I gave him another pillow.
I placed my knees over his shoulders and moved to lower myself over his face. I became more aroused the closer my clitoris got to his mouth. When he realized what I was doing, he turned his head to his right and said, “No.” He told me that he didn’t like it when I had an orgasm.
I got off of him and walked to my room, mumbling bewilderedly, “He doesn’t like me orgasming.” He called me back to him but I closed the door.