A stranger in my house.

I wake up in a cold sweat,
Did I really just have that dream?
I glance around the room,
To make sure everything is where it should be,
I stretch my arms above my head,
Letting out a gentle moan,
Walking towards the bathroom,
To set my stomach atone,
Turning on the shower I sit,
On the toilet to ease my mind,
I strip out of my clothes,
My cotton nightly bind,
Standing in the stream of water,
That I let run down my chest,
I feel it caress my body,
Trickling down my breasts,
Closing my eyes I feel,
A hand upon my back,
His hands run up and down my body,
I had no time to react,
His lips kissed my neck,
His fingers rush to havens,
My mind was no longer there,
Lost within our sick cravings,
He pushed me against the wall,
Breathing heavily on my nipple,
I moaned with every lick,
At how his beard hair tickled,
He lowered his head in silence,
Drinking the water that ran thick,
I don't know who this person is,
But him I can't resist,
Our lips finally met,
A passion of pure esprit,
I bit down on his neck,
As he entered into me,
He slid in and out,
Matching my every move,
I wrapped my legs around,
With moaning, I approved,
Pushing my head down his cock,
My eyes opened up,
I laid inside the tub,
As water over-flood,
Pulling myself out of the water,
Removing water as I groused,
I found a condom near the toliet,
There was a stranger in my house...