Only just recently had I been fantasising about male best friend, Marcus Glen. Every time I saw him in person or on the web cam when I was talking to him on Msn Messenger, my heart would literally leap up into my chest with excitement.

One night as I lay in bed with just a thin nightdress on and nothing else, my left hand slowly went up underneath the skirt of my night dress, up my left thigh to my wet pussy. I closed my eyes and pictures of Marcus Glen's very gorgeous appearance appeared in my mind as I began to touch myself.

I wanted Marcus to touch me everywhere from my lips, shoulders, collarbone, down my arms, the valley between my breasts. My finger rubbed faster as I dreamt my best friend kissing my breasts and sucking on them hungrily like a baby wants its milk.

My index finger moved faster and faster on my wet pussy rubbing my clitoris as my dream increased of Marcus licking down on my pussy with his tongue. I gasped at the image. I wanted him so much.

Suddenly, all of a sudden my breathing began to increase, my forehead began to get sweaty as I was building up to a big orgasm. My finger increased speed -  faster and faster it rubbed until my body began to tremble and I moaned pleasurably as I orgasmed.

It took me a few moments to regain my breath and then turned over on my side and sighed heavily with satisfaction. That was the best orgasm I had ever had of Marcus Glen.

If only the dream would eventually come true that I would one day have him in my arms, kissing me everywhere, making love to me day and night, 24/7.

I sighed dreamily at thought and shut my eyes.