Chapter 3
The dream that overtakes my mind and body is sensual, arousing me quickly and thoroughly. I’ve always been a vivid dreamer, but this is unlike anything I’ve experienced before. It’s hot. It’s sexy.
It’s the most amazing dream I can ever remember having.
I stand in my library, a roaring fire heating the room and providing the only light to illuminate the darkness.
I’m wearing a long white nightie, silk, and almost see-through.
It hugs my curves, and my hips and breasts are outlined perfectly.
I don’t own this gown, but seeing my dream self wearing it makes me want to shop for one.
As I warm myself in front of the fire, an invisible hand caresses my shoulder, a light touch of fingertips.
A shiver runs down my spine, and my skin tingles with goosebumps.
The thin straps of the gown begin to slowly slide off my shoulders, and I swear I feel a pair of lips trailing behind the material as it slips, kissing and tasting my skin.
It feels incredibly real, and I find myself wishing it were more than this misty dream. It’s odd, as if I’m watching myself standing there getting ravished, yet feeling each and every touch and sensation that caresses my skin.
I watch as the material slips lower, lower, and then falls into a puddle of white at my feet, leaving me standing in front of the flickering flames completely naked.
I’ve never really thought of myself as sexy, but seeing the sensual vision I make standing there without a stitch of clothing while firelight plays across my skin, I feel like a goddess - Venus waiting for her lover.
When I feel hands cup my breasts, I can’t help but gasp - surprise and pleasure mixing together to steal my breath, and my head falls back on my shoulders as I let myself feel, lost in the sensations.
When a hand is replaced by an invisible mouth, my breast feels the suction, and I swear I see each pull on my nipple.
Then the most incredible thing happens - I feel my other breast begins to receive the same treatment at the same time.
I can’t think. All I can do is feel, and I have to tell you the sensations of having both of my breasts sucked and teased at the same time sends a rush of warm liquid to my core, and my arousal begins to flow.
It’s then that I begin to feel hands caressing my body, four hands determined to bring me pleasure.
The suction on my nipples reduces, and I feel each one get teased by soft, warm tongues.
Then those mouths begin to roam - one down the middle of my body while the other circles my shoulder and up to my neck.
A pair of hands kneads my ass while warm breath teases my pussy. Then I feel it, the velvety hardness of a cock sliding through my arousal from behind me. At the same moment I feel a bulbous head seeking entry, I feel the flick of a tongue on my clit.
My knees buckle, and a pair of arms curl around me, holding me up. At the same time, a pair of hands begin to tend to my breasts, massaging, teasing. I’m already gasping, drowning in a sea of sensations, when I feel my body begin to stretch, my pussy filling with a sizeable cock.
Then it happens.
The mouth that had been lightly teasing my pussy, torturing my clit, with an occasional lick and flick of the tongue, begins to get serious. When that mouth latches on, and I feel that tongue begin to really work me, the cock in my pussy begins to move.
The hard length fills and stretches me with each thrust. The tongue circles my clit. Each of my nipples feels the pull and tug as those hands and fingers tease me into overload.
I’ve never been with two men at the same time before, but if my dream is any indication of what it would be like, I’ve obviously been missing out. It’s almost too much.
Almost.
But my sex-deprived body needs it, craves the release, so my dream self lets the sensations overwhelm, and I relax and allow myself to enjoy being the center of attention.
I feel my body begin to make the climb to orgasm - a slow build that gradually increases until that heat in my pussy grows into a fireball that bursts through my body and sends me soaring into ecstasy.
It's then that I surge awake, gasping for air as my body tingles, only to find myself on the floor in front of the fireplace in the library.
Naked.
Spent.
And with my own arousal dripping down the inside of my thigh.
I look around in confusion, my half-lidded eyes trying to absorb what I’m seeing.
I have no idea how I got into the library.
I have no idea where my clothes are. I have no idea why my nipples are tender, why I can still feel those dream mouths and hands.
I have no idea why I feel as if my pussy was just stretched to its limits.
“What. The. Fuck?”