Darling I'm a Nightmare Dressed Like a Daydream (BMAM)(Intersex) (SLOW UPDATES)

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Kortez POV

I tossed and turned in my bed, groaning loudly as I found it impossible to get a proper nights sleep. I flailed angrily as I looked over at my clock, 12:56 flashing on the screen.

I screamed, throwing my pillow at the wall in frustration. I had been laying here for hours and as hard as I tried I couldn't go to sleep. As I stared at the ceiling, my mind couldn't help but drift to the sexy 6"6 man next door. A sudden streak of arousal shot through my body at just the thought of him. He was a hot piece of man jerky if I'd ever seen one.

'I wouldn't mind sitting on his face.'

I had to stop myself; stopping my hand that had drifted into my panties. It was like a subconscious reflects and I had been trying to stop it since yesterday. I had been avoiding the man like the plague. I didn't know why but just something about him was off. Perhaps it was the fact that I had been having sex dreams about a completely imaginary stranger for years and said stranger somehow manifested into a beckon of sex appeal that was now my neighbor.

I had been avoiding him for about 2 weeks, barracading myself in my apartment unless I was going to work or the gym. I knew that I was being overdramatic, but something about him wasn't normal and I wasn't gonna be a dumbass and find out.

Bearing this in mind, I couldn't ignore the sudden onslaught of arousal as my hand lowered into my panties. It was like a reflex; he would pop into my head and bam my hand was down my pants. Just once, that's it. I can just touch myself this one time then I'll be fine. 'Just once', I assured myself.

I was already soaking wet, my fingers coated in my thick juices. I didn't even give a fuck about my sheets right now, I could drown in it for all I care.

I ran the pad of my middle and index finger between my folds, the sensitivity of my core made my stomach tighten. I thought back to when he first opened his front door; how the sight of him made my knees weak. He was hard coarse muscle, the dark hair of his happy trail leading down to his low hanging silk pants. I wondered how big he was. I had been able to make out atleast an outline of his soft length during my earlier examination. He was more than a mouthful, atleast on soft he was. Would I be able to take him?

I brought my fingers to my mouth, sucking them into my mouth, lathering them with my spit. I imaged they were his larger fingers, stuffing my mouth in hopes of giving my mouth something to do. Excitement bubbled under my skin; I couldn't believe I was about to do this. I brought my digits back to my sopping wet pussy. I circled my entrance before dipping my finger inside. I froze for a moment, breathing deeply as I tried to adjust to the breach. I was so tight and hot, my essence moving past my knuckles and onto my asshole and bed. Truth be told, I hadn't masterbated in a hot minute. Kinda didn't have a reason to considering I woke up from a good night sleep completely satisfied and thoroughly wrecked.

It suddenly felt like it was a million degrees under my blanets, a coat of sheen already coating my body. I could've sworn I turned the air on before going to bed. I kicked my sheets off my body, needing to free myself from the overwhelming heat that seemed to radiate from the inside of my body. The sheets pooled at the foot of the bed, my panties following once I was able to shimmy out of them.

Finally free, I sighed at the cool night air blowing over my naked body. My nipple were at firm peaks on my chest and with my free hand I toyed with them, making my back arch off the body. I wished Zaine was ontop of me, my hands pinned over my head as he abused my nipples with his mouth. His teeth would latch on, licking the pain away with that devil tongue of his. I wanted his tongue on every inch of my body and inside it too.

For some reason I felt like there was a set of eyes burning holes into me. It was strange because there truly was no-one there; I was alone in my bedroom. I just brushed it off, grinning at the idea of "putting on a show" for some imaginary figure. I couldn't help but think about Zaine again. Would he like to watch? Would he treat it like a punishment for me, not allowed to have his hands on me so I'd have to settle for my own touch? Would he be a Voyer or an Exhibitionist? I wouldn't be surprised if he were both and more.