A most-fulfilled sigh filled the bedroom. John was happy, immensely happy, more happy than one should have been capable of being on a Tuesday morning. The potential troubles of the day slowly permeated into his mind. They were discarded easily. John sighed a second time. This time it sounded almost like a moan.
Warm, blissful, wet, a cascade of sensation coaxed his mind out of its groggy state. It all originated from his crotch. Something was bobbing up and down, creating tingles along with it. 'I must be having that dream again where I raise Aclysia's Libido to 25,' the Gamer thought. An attempt to hold onto that dream was futile. Not in the way that holding onto dreams typically was. There was simply nothing to hold onto. 'Wait, what?'
Eyes opened to a familiar white ceiling. It was his room. When he moaned again, it bounced off his wallpapers. Blinking, drowsy but awakening rapidly, he tilted his head downwards.
