It is dark, I’m tired but I’m not sleepy. I am lying naked in bed, half beneath a white cotton sheet. A cool rush of air through the open bedroom window had sent the curtain rippling out into the room and prompted my awakening. I lie semiconscious, staring up at the ceiling; the room shadowed in darkness except for a ray of moonlight piercing its way across the wall opposite. The gentle breeze from the window ebbs across my body. I feel a sense of well being.
Suddenly the curtain billows once again and fills the room. As I turn to look, the image of a girl’s face appears within the folds of swirling linen. I watch transfixed as she glides into the room, shrouded within the curtain, the outline of her body unfolding before my eyes. Using her hands she finds a way through her snare and is finally able to free herself. Rising high, she circles above me and I see her in all her splendour for the very first time. A semitransparent figure with long dark hair and a slender body dressed in what appears to be a cream satin dress. As she continues to roam about the room in a shark like manner, her hair and dress flail wildly in the wind. I am captivated as I struggle to remain focused on her enchanting smiling face. I long for her to stop a while and allow me a moment to absorb her beauty. As if reading my mind she does just that. She hovers high above me for ten, maybe twenty seconds. There is no doubt she is everything I desire. There is also no doubt that she knows it too. In a sudden graceful action, she dives down towards me, stopping inches from my face. With a ghostly outstretched hand she motions as if to caress my forehead. We stare knowingly into each other’s eyes. I find myself unable to stop from softly uttering her name…
She smiles warmly, rises once again and begins to dance excitedly around the room. I long to rise up and join her but I find I am unable to do so. Reluctantly I am forced to watch as she continues to merrily flirt about me. Diving once more she swoops low to the foot of the bed and then climbs towards me, her shimmering form brushing the length of my body. In an instant I am aglow with an overwhelming tingling sensation which penetrates deep between my legs. Sensing my pleasure she circles round for another pass. I feel another powerful surge as her body rushes past me a second time, sending a further stiffening jolt to my penis. As she rises to pass me a third time I reach out in an attempt to grab her. To my surprise my hand passes through her and at the point of contact bright white sparks light up the room. As she climbs higher my hand falls down through her body, emitting sparks all around, electrifying to the touch. When I reach the hem of her dress I seem able to take hold of it and as she continues to rise high into the room, her dress is torn from her and falls to the floor in a glittering shower.
Unconcerned, she approaches me again, this time more slowly than before. And as she does so, her translucent appearance suddenly transforms before my eyes into someone very real. I am now aware of her naked body all over me as she hovers up my legs. My penis is throbbing uncontrollably as she approaches it. My balls are tight and aching with anticipation. I watch as she gently begins kissing my thighs as she works her way higher. All of a sudden her tongue is feverishly working away at my balls. And then up to the base of my penis, gently nibbling all the way. Licking her way up my shaft I shiver at the sensation of feeling her warm lips around my tip. Her hot mouth opens to consume me, her tongue eagerly lapping up my freshly oozing pre-cum. Ever upward she is soon kissing my stomach, making her way to my chest. I feel her warm breasts pressing against my balls and penis, her erect nipples gently caressing my skin. I am paralysed with ecstasy as her mouth reaches my neck and she begins to suckle on my ear. I am in raptures from the warmth of her breath against my cheek as she gently kisses her way across my face. Our mouths meet at last and we kiss for what seems like an eternity, constantly staring into each other’s eyes. I can taste myself on her lips as our juices mix.
Throughout the passion of our kiss she has been motioning her body around me. I am now aware of her warm wet pussy gently brushing against my penis. Her hips begin to rise higher and higher around me. She seems eager to find me. She has a wickedly naughty look in her eyes. Suddenly the tip of my bulging penis finds her gorgeously wet lips and they part instantly before me. With one small thrust I am sent plunging deep inside her. Still locked in our embrace she lets out a long deep moan of pleasure, which sends a shudder down my spine. I sense it will not be long before I am ready to explode.
She senses it too. Riding up and down my shaft for no more than a dozen times, she reluctantly continues her upward journey. As her body rises, her pussy gently eases away from me, leaving my penis throbbing wildly, coated in her warm juice. Her full breasts now press against my chest, bearing down on my face. I smell for the first time her delicate scent, which is now driving me crazy. I cup each breast in my hand, caressing her nipples between my thumb and forefingers. As soon as I am able I take one of her breasts into my mouth and begin gently teasing her nipple with my tongue. My hands then begin caressing her back, working their way down to the soft cheeks of her buttocks. As my hands work away she starts to grind her body against mine. Sliding my fingers between her cheeks I am able to gently stroke the inside of her pussy, which causes her to writhe against me more urgently, thrusting her clitoris into my chest. As she continues to drift higher my mouth now works its way down her stomach, all the while my fingers playing with her pussy from behind. Reaching her navel I am aroused by the very feminine scent of her sex. I have never been hungrier with desire. I am like a starved animal, deprived of nourishment by a cruel master. I would surely have died had this creature of beauty not come to feed me. And she is eager to feed me. As her body slowly rises up before me, she arches her back and allows her legs to ease open around my face. For several seconds I remain transfixed on the vision before me. The heat and aroma of her succulent wet pussy is truly overwhelming. Her pulsating clitoris, sitting proudly within her glistening lips, demands my affection.
Gripping the cheeks of her buttocks more firmly, I pull her towards me. Her body quivers with pleasure as my tongue sinks deep inside her. Lapping away at her sweet tasting juice, my nose plays with her clitoris, all the while inhaling deep lungfuls of her scent. I crave more and more as she thrashes uncontrollably about my face. And as I continue to feast, her body begins to suddenly shudder to the joy of her orgasm and I am powerless to prevent her soaring high into the air, her blood-curdling scream of pleasure piercing the night air. I watch spellbound as she once again darts about the room, her body dancing with delight all around me. Aware that I am also close to reaching my own goal she suddenly stops in mid-air and dives towards me.
We begin to kiss passionately once more, the taste of her own cum on my lips seemingly driving her more insatiable. Reaching down between my outstretched legs she takes hold of my penis and delicately begins to milk me with deliberate, purposeful strokes. I am more ravenous than ever with a desire to consume her and as we continue to kiss, her body begins to degenerate once more into its misty form and I am able to devour her. With each frantic nibbling action she slowly passes my lips, makes her way down my throat and into my body. For a split second there is a calm in which we both feel we are one. But then I can wait no longer. When she reaches the very core of my rage I cannot hold back. Spasm after spasm sends my molten cum high into the air. And in celebration she too rises from within me as I continue to enjoy the orgasm of my life.
As peace and tranquillity return once more I open my eyes and look around. I am soaking wet with sweat and my stomach and legs are drenched in my juice. I sit up and look around. My wilting penis lies before me. Outside the moon shines bright. A cool breeze drifts in from the open window. I lay down and watch the curtain as it gently motions in the wind, its lazy rhythm sending me slowly back to sleep.
@aurumcelest Sorry for the delay! Please enjoy this wet dream that Lion has about reader :D
I am currently on hiatus due to school. Thank you for your understanding <3
“Olivier.”
That voice. It sounds so familiar.
“Baby, wake up.”
That soft, lilting voice calls out to him again, swirling in his ears, his head, until his eyes flutter open to reveal his sleep hazed gaze. The sight that greets him makes him rouse to wakefulness.
“You-” Olivier’s voice tapers off as you lean over him, your hair falling around his head and creating a cocoon around the two of you. “What…” His hands reach up to touch your face, jerking to a stop barely an inch from where he has them laid, and he looks up at them, confused. Only to find that red rope, the same red rope he has in his secret closet, binds his wrists to his bedposts, keeping them pinned high above his head.
“Can’t have you running before I’m done with you, my pet,” you purr against his lips, your nails scraping down his bare, furred chest. “But when I’m done with you, you’ll barely have the energy to move.”
Fuck. Fuck, that sounds so hot. Olivier gulps and nods tremulously, his lips dry and his tongue heavy as he whimpers, “Yes. Yes, please.”
A dark chuckle falls from your lips and directly onto his, followed up by a thin trail of saliva as you lick his lips. “Are you horny, pet?”
“Yes.”
“Louder.”
“Yes! Yes, I’m so horny for you, madame,” he moans, bucking his hips and feeling your smaller form bounce atop him. “Please, touch me.”
Your delighted smile sends shivers down his spine and heat through his pelvis, hardening his already thickened cock until it presses hard against your inner thigh. He bucks against you, biceps bulging as he fights against the insanely strong rope holding him down.
“Please,” he whispers.
“Touch you where?” Your voice takes on a dark, sultry tone. Like a sensual touch that he can hear but can’t feel. “Your face?” Silken fingers press against his rough cheek, sliding gently over his jaw, his lips, parting them with barely any effort to slide them inside his welcoming mouth. “Your tongue?” His lips close around your finger, sucking them, trapping them inside his mouth, keeping them there as he worships the digit as he would your pussy.
Alas, you take it away far too soon. “Or perhaps your chest?” Your hands dig into his meaty pecs, raking through the thick curls upon his skin. They massage his flesh mindlessly, squeezing and kneading and plucking at his sensitive nipples until he’s heaving for breath.
“Ah, but I know you, Olivier,” you murmur into his ear, nipping it sharply to elicit the smallest of gasps from his lips. “I know where you want me.”
“Yeah?” His voice is thin, breathy. Like he’s struggling to speak through the sensations clouding his mind.
“Yeah.” You flick your hair behind you and rear up, sitting flush across his hips like a queen upon her ever willing throne. Your thighs are stretched wide across his hips, your knees just barely pressing against the bed and your pussy, bare, wet, and oh so salivating, is pressing against the shaft of his cock like the biggest tease in the world.
His eyes are glued to that incredible sight. The view of your perfect pussy lips spreading across his thick cock, straining and thick and red in contrast to your skin. He looks massive against your lips, your clit just barely peeking over the flared head of his cock.
You move ever so slightly, shifting your hips forward and sending your slick pussy sliding over him, spreading your pussy juices all over. “Mm, my eyes are up here, pet.”
“U-uh.” Olivier blushes and tears his eyes away from that drool-inducing sight, though not for long as his gaze flutters between that, your perfect breasts, and those clear eyes that make him want to melt beneath you. “I-”
A little smug laugh escapes you at his stuttering, causing your breasts to bounce and your pussy to shift on his needy cock. “Such a slut. Such a needy, desperate slut.” You wrap your hand gently around his neck without putting any pressure and smile. “You want me to move, slut? Want me to grind on your cock until you’re begging to be inside me?”
Olivier can’t stop the nodding of his head. “Yes. Yes, a thousand times yes, madame,” he whines, arching his back and wriggling his hips. Trying and failing to rut against you with the odd heaviness of his body.
You laugh once more, rocking your hips gently with your hands now planted on his beefy chest instead of his throat. “Oh, I love it when you get desperate, Olivier. I love it when you let that inner slut out just for me.” The slick sounds of your pussy grinding on his cock send him wild. The harder you grind on him, the louder he moans. The faster you move, the more he bucks his hips.
In a way, he begs with his body. Begs you to go faster, rougher, harder, to use him as you please even as he finds himself tongue-tied. His cock is drenched now, he can feel it. He can feel your clit rasping over the head of his cock and the way your pussy entrance catches on the head as you slide back down. “Merde!”
“Mmm, did you like that?” You tilt your head with a smile, repeating the action and this time allowing him to press into you ever so slightly. His cockhead is big enough that you’re straining to stretch over it, making the press slow, steady, yet your slick makes the slide tolerable. For you, anyway. For Olivier, the slow push is as torturous as anything he’s ever experienced.
“Merde, fuck, please-” He gasps and squeezes his eyes closed. Desperate to ignore the burning in his gut, the lust flaring in his cock and his veins. To dampen the incredible sensations that threaten to take over his entirety. “Madame-!”
“I don’t hear any begging, Olivier,” you whisper, taking your weight as well as your pussy off him.
Olivier sobs and falls back onto the bed from where he’s been straining upwards. “This is torture.”
Dark laughter greets his ears, ringing in his head like a bell. “Torture? You don’t know the half of it, my greedy slut,” you purr against his chest. “You want torture? I’ll give you torture.”
And so it began, your cycle of stroking his cock with your pussy, your hands, your mouth. Of stroking him to the very edge of orgasm and then stopping. Of teasing him mindless with such expertise that he can’t help but whimper and whine and go speechless with lust. Your small hands are tiny in comparison to his cock, your fingers unable to touch even when you grip with all your might. His cock, now slick with your pussy juices and saliva, slips easily as you stroke and squeeze.
His sounds, humiliating and desperate and wet, fill the air along with his rough panting and the slick sounds of precum sticking to his foreskin. With every edge, Olivier’s desperate moans grow louder. With every edge, he becomes more sensitive. With every edge, his voice becomes thicker. Soon, he is begging you to sit on him. To ride his cock. To use him until he is ruined and wrecked.
“You want me to use you, slut?” You’re panting now, a hand on his throat and the other braced upon his chest as you get back to rutting your clit against the head of his cock. Riding him as though you have him inside you. “Want me to use you as a toy to get me off, hm? Use your cock to cum and cum and cum and not let you orgasm at all?”
“Yes! Yes, yes, yes,” Olivier growls and strains. “Please!”
“Please what?”
“Please use me!”
You laugh huskily down at him. “Do you wanna cum, Olivier?”
“Yes!” He cries out. “Please let me cum. Madame. Madame, please-”
“Okay.” You grin, moving up onto one foot so you can brace yourself above his red hot cock. “You ready for it?”
“Yes, yes I’m so ready.” His whimpers grow weaker.
“Don’t close your eyes, my Olivier,” you purr out, angling his cock right at your sopping wet pussy. “Don’t close your eyes.”
“I won’t,” he whispers.
His cockhead spreads your pussy lips. Thick, hot, and utterly unyielding. Pressing in further, deeper, until you finally let him sink within you. Olivier gasps with wide, unseeing eyes as he sinks deep inside you, grasped so heavenly by your incredible warmth. Yet, his lids grow heavy, threatening to close so he can lose himself in the orgasm that threatens to slip forth.
“Don’t close your eyes.”
“Madame-” He’s going to cum.
“Open your eyes, Olivier.”
“Madame-!” He’s cumming!
“Olivier, wake up!”
Fuck! He ratchets up in his bed, his chest heaving as he takes in huge gulps of breath. His hand is wrapped around his throbbing, cumming cock, squeezing with a vice grip as globs of cum slip out. The blanket over his lap is already soaked through with cum and precum, forming the biggest wet spot he’s ever seen.
“Olivier!” It’s you!
“I’m awake!” He yells out, more grateful than ever that he’s got a bunk to himself. “I’ll be there in a minute.”
You sigh through the door and knock a couple more times. “Come on, we’ve got drills this morning. Get your butt up and moving before Gustave has our asses!”
Olivier swears under his breath and wipes up the mess quickly. “I’ll be right there, go ahead.” Please don’t come in.
“Fine. But hurry up!” And the next thing he hears is your footsteps as you walk away briskly.
Now alone, he falls back into bed with a groan and a palm over his face. Fuck, this crush is getting way out of hand.
It’s been over 100 days. I had my first wet dream ever last night. I had the same dream as before (it’s been on my mind a lot these last few days) only this time, My Love was teasing me, stroking me gently with one hand, while she was focusing on the other guys cock. He was getting most of her attention. She was jacking him and blowing him while I stood to the side, getting light touches. I started to cum, and that’s when I woke up.
I awoke to a weird feeling, I was cumming hands free into my underwear. I made a huge mess, it was warm and sticky, but I was still extremely turned on. It felt like a ruined orgasm. I guess after so long my body had to expel somehow.
I had to tell My Love about it this morning. I was not fully honest, I left out the cuckholding dream, but I did tell her about my accident. She knew I couldn’t help it, and said “maybe I left you for too long”. I’ll take care of you". I told her I was fine, and that I locked back up this morning. Something like that has never happened before. It was a strange experience to say the least.
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Last night I kept dreaming about spooning my crush, waking up before him, and pretending to be innocent while wiggling my hips so that he woke up with a boner. When questioned about it, I played dumb. Then he flipped me over and punished me for being a tease. After that, we laughed and kissed and it was the best aftercare ever.
This fucking dream kills me. I don’t no why but lately I’ve been having this dream where I get home from work only to find my gf(shes the exgf now)on her knees worshipping a big black cock. The funny thing about this dream is that it always feels so real, I can smell the spit on his big cock in the dream my gf wants me to sit right beside him looking at her. And that’s when I start to smell his wet cock and I wake up wet around my mouth covered in spit like I had been worshipping his big black cock.
You got ready for bed that evening the same way you always do. Brushed your teeth, shed your clothes and slipped on some loose-fitting pajamas before sliding beneath the sheets. Body sinking into the mattress and your eyes sliding closed so peacefully. Of course you didn’t bother to look underneath your bedframe that evening. Why would you?
Well, because of the tentacle that slithered up from the base of the bed once you had fallen into that blissfully unaware state. It glided up the corner of the frame until it reached the blanket and burrowed under it. All the while your chest rising and falling calmly as your sleep continued undisturbed. Even as the slender appendage began to curl around your ankle, twisting and constricting as it went, until its grip was firm, even still you slumbered. So vulnerable.
Another, similar tentacle made its journey upwards from below, likewise encircling its prey. Your other ankle was soon ensnared. You subconsciously adjusted your foot, but the tentacle held firm, pulling it back into place. Then it kept pulling. Both ankles began to feel a pull as they were slowly dragged away from each other. Your legs splayed open as inch by inch you were spread apart.
But you didn’t wake. Didn’t stir or open your eyes to see the third tentacle rise and stand proudly at the foot of the bed for a few moments as it seemed to size up it target. This one was larger than the others. Bulbous and intimidating. Not that poor, defenseless you had any notion of that. After twisting and hovering for several seconds, the huge tentacle began to dig under the blanket and approach its prize.
As the tip of it slowly teased your pussy through your pajamas, you finally began to groan and shift. This was the time you were roused, though it was much too late now. As your eyes fluttered open and you began to squirm and cry out at the sensation of your ankles being squeezed and your lips being caressed, more tentacles darted up from the sides of the bed. Those around your ankles slithered up your pajama legs, tickling your bare skin as their grip of your legs became firmer and harder to struggle against. The additional tentacles wasted no time in wrapping around your wrists and neck.
Before you could fully wake up, your whole body was entangled within the slick but firm grip of whatever horror was underneath your bed. The more you fought, the more they coiled and writhed as they gained territory along your body and ultimately subdued you completely.
Once you were helplessly wrapped and controlled by the powerful tentacles, the blanket was cast aside. Your entire body was gently raised up and you pajamas, soft and weak, began to tear as the tentacles thickened and pressed against the seems. As the useless material fell from your body, your eyes were finally adjusting to the dark of your room and you could make out the tentacles better. Not that that was of any help to you.
All it meant was that you could now watch as the massive appendage between your legs began to split along its seems. Opening up like flower petals, the different parts of the tentacle wrapped around your crotch as the tentacle itself pushed forward. Slowly your waist and lower body were consumed by the unfolding tentacle, the base of which stayed fixed on your crotch as it opened further and almost looked to be swallowing you. Each component moved on its own, writhing and gripping your abs and lower back, before they pushed higher to embrace your chest and shoulders. Once most of your torso was consumed by the split tentacle, you felt it.
Deep inside the blossoming tentacle was some kind of phallus. The tip of which was now exposed and rubbing up against your now exposed slit. You gasped as it began to slide inside, but your voice was quickly stifled as the tip of the tentacle which had ensnared your throat slipped inside your mouth. As this tentacle buried itself down your throat, stifling all noise just as your motions had been so effectively stopped, the phallus inside the larger tentacle was still pushing further inside you. Every inch made your body thrash and shake. But the tentacles held you firmly. All you could do was writhe in the air alongside the tentacles as the phallus filled your tight, aching slit up completely. It was warm and slick with some kind of lubricant, but it was still thick enough that the stretching hurt as it invaded you. Until you were skewered and it had embedded itself inside you.
Once this happened, the main tentacle began to hum slightly. You could feel the vibrations traveling along it, up from your crotch to your chest as each of the petals carried them along your skin. Slowly, the vibrations increased in intensity, and they seemed to be concentrated around the phallus. It began to pulse and twirl inside you. Expanding and contracting without warning.
Quickly your muffled screams turned to guttural moans as you slowly lost your mind. Restrained and tormented by sinister tentacles, there was nothing for you to do but accept it. Enjoy it. The pleasure welling up inside. The heat spreading from your slick and slit all the way up to your quivering lips as you began to absentmindedly suck on the tentacle in your mouth. Deepthroating this strange creature as it broke in your pathetic and needy cunt.
It went on like this for hours. Your orgasms didn’t seem to matter to the creature. It wouldn’t let up just because you were cumming your stupid brains out. It just kept drilling and throbbing and vibrating your tender pussy into oblivion. There even seemed to be a small indent just above the phallus that cupped your clit and delivered those intense vibrations there too. Ensuring that you would become nothing more than a leaking, incoherent mess as your clit and g-spot were simultaneously assaulted by the flexible and forceful creature.
When morning came, you woke up a mess. Soaking and aching. The blanket was discarded on the floor and your pajamas were in a state. Sweat and arousal stained the sheets and your mind felt light and floaty as you recalled endless pleasure tearing your mind apart as it ripped through your body.
You peered under the bed slowly. Nothing there. No monster. No tentacles. Was it a wet dream perhaps? Nothing more than a fantasy concocted by your sloppy little pussy whilst you were asleep?
Tell yourself whatever you like. It won’t matter when you fall asleep again. You will be easy prey. Sleep tight!
Wenn sich die kleine Little Liska so vollpisst, dass schon fast ihre Windel ausläuft bekommt sie von mir eine neue. Während ich sie wickel sagt sie mir, dass sie schon wieder muss. Perfektes Timing
When Little Lisa peed herself so badly that the diaper almost leaks, I will need to change her. While I put the fresh diaper on her, she let me know that she already needs to pee again. Perfect timing!
