2:15 am

You lie beneath a layer of blankets deep in the comfort of blissful sleep. Sensitive areas of untouched passion protected by a thin layer of cotton wait in the darkness for the warmth of hungry lips.

Your body subconsciously repositions itself in anticipation of the pleasure to come.

The dream begins.

Unseen in the darkness, my fingers release you from the entrapment of cloth. Your cock, so soft and warm in my hands, begins to stir ever so slightly at the touch. I lay at your feet. My mouth surrounds you. The palms of my hands gently caress your balls as my tongue flicks over the tip. I feel you grow strong and hard. I suck, gently at first, forcing blood to flow through the veins bringing you to full strength under my skillful manipulation.

You begin to stir. A soft moan escapes your throat as I take the fullness of you deeply into my mouth. My fingers stroke you over the droplet of ecstasy which forms at the tiny opening. I lick it from you. My tongue slowly traces a path over each side, down and around the center and back again.

You begin to move your hips, fucking my wet palms which are now covered with your pre-pleasure. My need for you is overwhelming. My hunger for the taste of you is unsatiable. My lips part, surrounding you, taking you inside the depths of my desire. I can no longer control my own waves of orgasmic bliss and I come in a flood of passion with you fucking me hard and deep, down my throat, into my soul.

I could savor you for hours, but our time together is short. Your body trembles. Primitive moans fill the silence of the night. I increase the rhythm until I feel you reach the peak of desire. I taste and lick and swallow every delicious drop of your pleasure and kiss the inside of your thighs, gratefully, lovingly when it's over.

And you awaken in the in-between space of darkness and light and wonder, just for a moment, was this really only a dream? 


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