It affected me, the possibility. I think I made up my mind subconsciously during that shift but it wasn’t until I was tossing and turning in my bed that night that I made the decision.

Because of the dream I had. Because of how it made me feel.

In my dream I was in the restaurant again, working the floor and attending to the needs of my customers as usual. I was surrounded by the same people that had been in the restaurant that day, them and memories of men and women that I’d seen in days and weeks before, their naked bodies inscribed into my mind.

They reached for me, working as a group and pulling me into them. Pulling me down until I was surrounded by bodies on all sides and though I couldn’t make out one from another I knew they all wanted me.

I knew they couldn’t resist me.

I felt them thrusting at me, on my skin with their bodies and their cocks and their hands. Gripping my hair and turning me, thrusting into my mouth and filling it with their hot and throbbing members.

Holding me still, pressing into me again and again as their hands moved my body and they repositioned me into a more accommodating place.

Pounding into me. In my sex and in my ass and in my mouth. Cocks in my hands that they stroked up and down, thrusting in unison as my body rose and fell on the swell of them.

Touching me, oh god touching me. Touching me and tasting me and coating me with their sweat and their seed. Leaving me gasping over and over until I couldn’t take anymore.

They couldn’t get enough of me and I crawled my way to the top of them, gasping for air. One man’s hands closed around my waist and he tugged me away only to drop me on a table bent over and press into me from behind.

The dream was so real I could feel it. I could feel him inside of me and his breath hot on my shoulder. I could feel him thrusting and filling me up, hear his grunts tied to the rhythm of his hips as he fucked me to his satisfaction and exploded inside of me with a heat that left me shaking.

The moment he was gone someone else was pulling me down. Down to the floor with him on top of me, his hands pressing apart my legs as he hit home and I moaned and arched my back and screamed out, “More!”

Pounding into me, forming a crowd around and above me. Staring down at me as I give myself to this stranger whose name I don’t even know. As he takes me while I dig my fingers into his shoulders and beg him to go on.

Filling me up, the heat of it sudden and intense. His whole body shuddering with his climax and with the desire for me and the moment he’s gone they’re on me again.

Pushing and pulling and I want it all. I want it and more, so bad I can’t even form words as my legs give out and someone pulls me away.

Someone large and strong, like a caveman or a brute tossing me over his shoulder and carrying my limp body away from them. I shudder in his arms and he takes me someplace dark and far away, sets me down and holds my hands and asks me if I’m okay.

And it’s Jim. Jim standing there in front of me. His hard older body toned and lean and desirable. His concern evident on his face but his cock says something else.

It aches for me like I ache for him, and I curl myself into him and tell him the truth.

I tell him I’m fine now, that I’m fine with him. That I’m fine so long as he gives me more than they were willing to give.

When my lips touch his cock my world explodes and I wake with a shudder, sitting bolt upright in my bed and noticing how wet and wanton I am.

It doesn’t take long for me to work out my frustrations. Hand between my leg and mind in a riot about what I’m doing and how it stands in such stark opposition to the person I was even yesterday.

But as I moan out my climax in the dark of the night it’s the image of Jim in my mind that pushes me over the edge. And I know when he asks me to stay my answer will be yes.

Because I want this. Because I need it.