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A Short story by sexyads member Suzie_Q

Remember the Dream

I want you to think about the most enticing dream you've ever enjoyed in your entire life. You must know it - I think you do. First go lock the door, take off your clothes - all of them, and get comfortable. That better? Good.

Now, take a moment, breath very softly for me – yes, let the dream rise slowly back, so as not to disturb a single sweet detail of the memory. Yes, baby, bring it to the surface, you can do it, allow yourself to drift and float. Close your eyes slightly as the room begins to fade with reality - is the dream coming to you now? Easy baby, let it come slowly or you'll wake it too soon.

There now - can you see her? Yes, I think you can. She's coming to you now, isn't she? She feels so warm and wicked. You're finding that you like this feeling, aren’t you? No don't fight it baby - it's what you desire down to your tingling toes. Go deeper now, much deeper into the dream - God, doesn’t it feel wonderful? Just as it did when you were what? 18? 19? 22? You're relaxed now, just as you were then, and it feels very good - a wicked deja vu. Okay, I want you to touch yourself where it's always so warm - go on baby - do it for me, bring it on home, you know where I mean, stroke it softly as you remember how she slowly ran her fingers down your chest, using the very tip of one long pink nail to circle your shaft, kissing you lightly over the tip, then rubbing it all over her face, can you feel her lashes tickling you? She makes your legs twitch uncontrollably as she continues teasing you by flicking her warm, wet tongue lightly over your balls. She raises her eyes to peer up at you, smiling wickedly as her tongue darts madly over the tip, running down the length of your now throbbing cock, pausing briefly to ask, 'does it feel good baby?' You can only manage a throaty groan as she takes all of you now, into her warm, wet mouth, driving you slowly crazy with those soft moaning sounds she makes as she swallows it to the base. Her rhythmic motions seem to be in time to the sultry beat of music coming from the distance. The dream moves you now, to where you see her, it's all so much clearer to you now. You can see her breasts. Are they as soft as you remember? Are they smooth and creamy? Do her nipples stand pink and eject at your touch, they're sensitive, and knowing this excites you beyond your dreams of avarice. The waves approach you, and you embrace them, losing yourself in the dream. Then the waves build, rising to a fever pitch, one after the other; can you feel your toes tingling? Oh god, it comes to you then, as you slowly enter her, losing yourself in this release, that it feels like – like nothing else. Then, after what seems an eternity, you are over the top, sliding, sliding, and breathing easier now with a hint of a smile, ready to open your eyes. But then, all of a sudden, the pulsating returns, much stronger, it makes you want to scream - perhaps you do. Beads of sweat appear instantly on your body, your skin is singing, you simply cannot believe this is something you are capable of feeling - because this is - a dream.