Sauna dream
I've been talking to this cis gay couple since pride, and I had a dream about them last night. I'm a writer, so I wrote it up in 2nd person like erotica. Enjoy 😉
The sauna was thick with steam, the air so heavy and wet it clung to our skin like a second layer. Sweat rolled down my chest and back as you pinned me against the warm wooden bench. Your mouth crashed into mine before those sharp teeth sank into the side of my neck, exactly the way you always do. I groaned at the sting, heat flooding straight through me.
Richie was right there too, his hands sliding over my body while you bit along my shoulder, leaving fresh marks that bloomed hot under my skin. The three of us tangled together in the thick steam—mouths hungry, tongues sliding, bodies slick with sweat. I could barely tell where I ended and you two began.
“Want both of you,” I breathed.
You and Richie didn’t hesitate. You moved me onto the bench, positioning me on all fours. Richie slid beneath me first, thrusting up into my cunt with one smooth, deep stroke. I moaned at the stretch. Then you were right behind me, pressing in alongside him—both of you buried inside me at once in that intense double penetration. The fullness was overwhelming, perfect. Sweat dripped from your chest onto my back as you both found a rhythm, thrusting together. Every coordinated push pulled broken moans out of me. You leaned down and bit hard into my shoulder, teeth digging in possessively while Richie kissed me through the gasps. The sauna made everything louder, wetter, hotter.
After riding that dizzying wave of being stretched and fucked by both of you, I shifted with a wicked smile. I eased off your cocks and turned to Richie. “Your turn.”
Richie bent over the bench eagerly. I gripped his hips, slicked my thick strap, and drove into his ass in one deep thrust. I fucked him hard, hips snapping forward, sweat flying with every powerful stroke while you watched from the side, slowly stroking yourself, eyes dark and hungry.
I thrust deep into Richie, loving the way he pushed back to meet me. But I needed you again. I pulled out of him, leaving him panting, and moved over to where you sat on the bench, legs spread, watching me with that biting smirk I can’t get enough of.
I straddled you without hesitation and sank down onto your cock, taking you deep inside me in one smooth motion. Bracing my hands on your sweat-slick shoulders, I started riding you—slow and grinding at first, then faster, hips rolling with urgent need. Your hands gripped my waist tight, guiding me as your teeth found my chest and bit down hard. I rode you harder, the wet slap of skin echoing through the steamy room.
Richie moved closer, kissing my neck while I bounced on your cock. The heat, the sweat, your bites, and the relentless rhythm finally pushed all three of us over the edge—bodies shaking, moans filling the thick air until we collapsed together in a tangled, satisfied, sweat-drenched pile.