The banging noise grew louder and more insistent, echoing through the apartment like someone was trying to break the door down. My ear drums felt like they might burst from the pressure.
Bang. Bang. Bang.
I kept hearing the banging, even though the door was already open. I couldn't understand who was causing it or why it was happening now, in the middle of this overwhelming moment.
It was all too overwhelming. The voices, the bodies, the confessions, everything piled on until I suddenly gasped, my eyes snapping open.
I had fallen asleep.
I looked around. I was alone on my bed. The room was empty, quiet, and dimly lit by the evening light filtering through the curtains. There were no pregnant MILFs surrounding me, no overlapping voices, no hands on my body. It had all been a fucking dream.
