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  • The dark-skinned vixen was only the most recent woman with whom James had shared his dream bed. The first dream occurred about a week before, in which he made sensual love with a busty blonde. Then it was the timid redhead, followed by the petite Asian, then finally James' most recent companion – his mysterious ebony lover. James shook his head and stretched before grabbing a towel from the pile of clean laundry that cluttered the floor of his bedroom. As he shuffled groggily toward the bathroom, his thoughts continued to dwell on his nocturnal fantasies. James had had sex dreams before, but none so vivid as this, and never so frequent. What really frustrated him was that he always awoke before climaxing, leaving him unsatisfied and usually forcing him to jerk off in the shower. It had been about a year since James' messy break-up with his long-time girlfriend, Rachel, and while he was certainly getting lonely and horny, he didn't understand why that resulted in the mental torture of repeated nocturnal stimulation and denial. James entered his bathroom and started the hot water running before turning to the mirror and staring at himself. Tired brown eyes stared back. His complexion was fair, his brown hair short and messy. Like the day before and the day before, James didn't have the energy or motivation to shave, so dark stubble continued to dominate his jawline. James used to take pride in his appearance, but he hadn't worked out in some time and had put on a few pounds, developing what women refer to as "the dad bod." As the glass began to fog up, James peeled off his boxers and stepped into the shower. Reveling in the warm spray, James relieved the morning's frustrations while conjuring images in his head of the beautiful maidens that his more sexually active dream-self had bedded. Ten minutes later, James was scarfing down a light breakfast as he packed his backpack for the day's classes. His roommates were nowhere to be seen, so he completed his morning ritual in silent solitude before heading out the door. James was in his second year at college. After living in the dorms his first year, he and a couple friends decided to rent a house off-campus. It was more affordable, and he enjoyed the additional freedom it allowed. The commute wasn't too long either, and less than an hour after waking up, James was seated in his first class of the day: History. While the subject was interesting, and he normally enjoyed learning about ancient civilizations and cultures, he was in a bad mood this morning and couldn't get out of his own head-space long enough to learn anything. This didn't particularly worry James though; his grades were good, and he knew his professors liked him. James' next two classes – Sociology and Physics – were mind-numbingly boring and he only managed to stay awake in the latter thanks to his friend and lab partner, amateur Jessica. He looked back at the brunette girl. I recognized a different feeling as it washed over me, like a cleansing shower from a mountain waterfall - I was happy. The only other women in I met are... are... They catered our party with food and drink. Derrick asked. “We feel like amateur we’re in the way of literally everybody here.” “Johnny for everything that you’ve done, I want you to be the first to have your way with Kayleigh while she’s on this "Slut Candy".” The shower was already running. She slowly reached out with both hands and started fondling John’s dick. She had claimed her victory over me after all, it seemed, and she had her release.