You tossed and tunned that sleeping well into the night. Though it all, your body flashed between waves of heat which made your muscles ache and your body layered with sweat. Then came equally horrible cold flashes, which made you tense your muscles and curl into a near fetal position to preserve your fading body heat. Then again the heat came and, though a brief flash of waking consciousness, you'd kick away your bedsheets desperate for your body to breath!
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You dreamed though it all. They were visceral dreams, too clear and plasticly to be real, but they felt more real than anything you'd experience while alive. You were running, naked, down a sporting track. Tall pillars from your homeland lined the track, and the air smelt of olives and thyme. No doubt that was the post-game meal planned for contestants. Up and up past your fellow athletes you went! You were leaving them in the dust, pushing though the ache of your legs and the pounding of your heart. You eyed the sparce crowd, this was a a training game after all, and spotted the tall and bovine form of Dave. If you hadn't been running and sprinting, he might have noticed you were blushing, or that your heart was running wild. He waved at you, then begun to cheer and swiftly you realized you were well in the lead. You pushed and pushed forward and slammed across the finishing line!
But then the scene changed, and a explosion of pleasured erupted from your crotch. You came, spraying your spunk across the bed. You rolled onto your side, falling into the massive arms of Dave. He held you close, smothering you in both his muscle and also his fur. It was love, and you both stank of sweat and sex. Yet all was good. How could it not? You looked up at him and kissed him. It wasn't erotic, no. This was simply love.
This was love.
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You awoke early the next day, sunlight pouring into what you recalled was Dave's bedroom. You swung your feet over the bed, touching the soft carpeted floor as you white sleep from your eyes. What was the dream all about? Damn, did you have a crush? How could you not...It was plainly obvious.
You stood up, stretching your back and then down to reach your toes. When you returned to a standing position, it irked you slightly how natural that movement was. It was something, you suddenly knew, was an action you'd do every morning. Why, an athlete needs to maintain their form. On that note, you turned to a body length mirror standing in the corner of the bedroom. Here you could see yourself in all your naked glory. It felt good to be 'out and about,' as it were. You chuckled, growing more and mor excited and used to the reflection looking back at you. Smooth skin the colour of hot almonds, hair dark as tree roots and consisting of tight curls and a body worthy of an Olympian.
It was then, steeping awkwardly into the bedroom, came Dave.
He looked you up and down, shy but smiling though it.