The space between sleeping and waking- the dreaming. But when you take it piece by piece you notice the process. The sound, the smell, the *feeling* that enters and pulls you back into reality. How that sensation is so singular, enhanced by your nervous system trying to parse it. Determine in the instant whether to fight or run, scream or moan, pull away or push back.
Noises of the night fall on my ears. Some part of me hears the creaks of the house, but another part determines that it's not important enough to wake up for. I still feel my sheets, the coolness of the night air, taste my toothpaste, but it's all homeostatic. Balanced, calm, safe.
I feel your hand sliding over my ribs, the way the tension drags my night shirt over my nipples. The sensation is just as vibrant as when I'm awake, ricocheting through my nerves, signalling my body to react. But it doesn't wake me.
So my passive response takes shape under the warmth of your touch. Each inch of my skin you trace echoes the whisper in my mind.
Get ready.
In my dreams, surreal scenes morph around me to match your touch- not just the reality of it that I know from waking, but every foundational memory, every fantasy, every color and shape that I associate with that feeling.
You reach your hand down past your waistband. I know once you start getting hard you need to adjust yourself. You just don't fit. Even your fingers can't reach completely around it.
The reality of growing thicker hits as your fingers wrap around and stroke, feeling the texture of your blood vessels start to ripple around your erection. Fuck, what's that going to do to me? You start to imagine it. Preparing yourself mentally for what's about to happen. I'm still asleep, blissfully unaware.
On some level, I hear the rustle of fabric as you touch your cock. The soft glide of your palm along the fat shaft, the barely audible smack as you lift a drop of precum from your enormous tip. You keep one hand on it while you touch my sides and up the curve of my hips. Every tap of your fingers conjures thunderstorms, entire alternate universes running through my dreams.
What's going to happen when you lay me bare? When your huge dick caves my messy little hole in?
You're going to have to push your way inside first. Open me wide, wider than ever before. You hastily undo the tie of your pants and underwear and let your huge dick slap down against my ass. I'm starting to get wet now almost subconsciously, and when your stiffening head hits the apex of my thighs, there's just enough lubrication for you to push it between my legs. You're just starting to get hard, but already long enough to split apart the soft seal of my thighs. Your foreskin rubs back and forth as you start to slowly hump. It peels back as that wide head starts to drive upwards against the soft, well groomed hair of my velvet little pussy. Fuck my thighs. In just a moment you'll feel my lips split apart and start to drool for your massive cock. Each brush over my clit amplifies the build.
You pull out and let it bounce against my spine. Fuck, you're huge. If I were awake, the feeling of that thick fucking cock might be intimidating. But I'm still asleep, dreaming about getting fucked and impregnated in front of my college class.
