I’ve moved on a long time ago. Moved to another country, learned a new language and studied there. But, once again, as I open my eyes, gliding on the calm, perfectly smooth sea of my dream, I once again appear there.. At home.
It’s my parent’s apartment. My teenage room: black furniture, white walls, posters of bands and video game titles. Here’s the old couch, which I used to play and eat on, then proceeded to never use again. I am right next to it, on the floor, my legs are crossed. To the right of me is the old wooden door to the corridor that breaks the asthetic of my room, it’s all bad sound isolation as I can hear loud music and cheering on the other end of the apartment. “What? I never held a party here.” I ask myself, doubting my own memory. I hear a feminine giggle, it’s mocking but soft to my ear: “You are delusional.”, she says.
I quickly turn my head to look left, on the opposite side of the room is the big window facing the inner courtyard of the house, it’s dark outside. She is sitting on my black IKEA armchair, in front of the black wide wooden desk. Her hand reaches to the metal floorlamp, she dims the lights in the room, it ascends into darkness. Only light she leaves on is a small focusing lamp that extends off the same metalic frame, it illuminates the core of the room with its warmth, feeling almost like a radiator. Her face is now partially in the shadow, but I still see her prettiness. She is grown up, a young adult just like me. A natural blond with two cute hamster cheeks, a toned body and beautiful, smooth hands. Her soft lips glance under the light, her blue eyes are almost glowing. “I know how much you want it. I always knew it. You are pathetic.” If I ever had an infertility complex due to me being fat as a kid, or anything else that’s stupid anyway – it was her fault. Laughing outloud about me, judging, “joking around” as they verbally assaulted me. She was always at the wheel. “Does it itch?”, her question suddenly sounded affectionate.
She stood up and approached me.
– W-wait, I..
– Shut up, you dumb fuck. – she unzipped my jeans with ease, unbuttoned them with just a little more struggle. Why was I laying anyway? Oh, it was a mattrass.. riiight. She almost pealed away my pants and underwear like the skin of an orange. I knew I was excited, wet even, the smell rose to our noses, she didn’t react, I was embarrassed like hell so I looked up and away. This is the end, I thought, she’ll post it online ans I know I’ll like every moment of being humiliated by her.. but then, I felt the warmth of her lips on my tip, then all of my head. This hotness, moist, tropical welcome. A bliss that could K.O. me, I leaned back, completely relaxed and making deep breaths.
– Uh huh – she said approvingly before parting her lips away from my cock. They still glanced just as much, but now it was my precum that made the light bounce – that’s how good I am and you better fucking enjoy it.
And of course I did. Not just because her mouth was so amazing, not because my fantasy was now really, but simply because she told me so. That would always be enough, and I’d moan and I’d stroke her hair, as she giggles and watches me enjoy the worst person in my school life. She cuts the heavenly pleasure, string of precum extends to her lip before it snaps. She was smart. Really smart. Her hand wrapped around my shaft, her thumb pressed against the purple dome of my erection and her nail, just ever so slightly, dug into the sensitive surface. It itched so bad a hissed. She was having her fun, smiling, rubbing the thumb all over it, occasionally scratching the tip. She liked to see me suffer for her. “Is this your hell yet? I will be your God. I will decide your fate and you.. You’ll belong to me.” She leaned down and licked it. I whimpered, which in turn made her chuckle. I was happy to amuse her. Always. However she wants.
But it couldn’t last long. Anotger second of absolute happiness, hotness, perfect state of existence, I moan like a bitch and it all shatters. The light seeps into my eyes through the cracks in the water surface. It’s morning. I am not home. We haven’t talked for a couple of years, after the dramatic breakup with my old group of classmates.
“Strange… Do I miss her?” For a second I consider texting. But I don’t. Instead, I put my earphones on and start blasting music. It’s sunny outside and I am very thirsty. Time for breakfast.
All characters in this story are 18+. Based on a true dream. Thank you for reading ^^
Source: reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/ll0xh3/mf_oral_soft_femdom_wetdreaming_about_my