Rapidly Inoperative

It had rained for nearly a month so when I finally had the chance to start a bonfire, it hadn’t felt as stimulating as usual. Surprisingly, I fell asleep two hours before fire curfew.

I dreamed of an instructor with no face who was dictatorial to everyone but me. Frightened of him, I anxiously did everything he said but sensed no degree of success judging by his silence.

I followed him, unasked, and encountered outlandish sexuality that left me halfhearted despite being fondled, teased, inspired. I just wanted to cum but I felt increasingly alone with a burden to endure.