Tyler woke up in a cold sweat, finding himself in bed with Chelsea, who had stirred herself. Both were naked and covered by the sheets.
"Hey babe, what's wrong? You were tossing and turning."
A sigh escaped Tyler's once laden breath. It had all been a dre- . . . No, a nightmare. A really weird nightmare.
"Just a weird dream." he shakily replied.
"Oh babe," she rose up to wrap her arms around his shoulder and chest "it's all right. Just a dream, come back to bed."
As they both lied back down and cuddled, she whispered "I love you Tyler, and I will always be here for you. Never forget that."
Tyler felt reassured and a bit better after that and as they drifted off to sleep, he mentally declared that he was done with lesbian porn . . . and all porn for that matter.