This has been a recurring dream of mine over the past few years. It comes when I'm between lovers. I find it so sexy and always wake up turned on and horny, I just wanted to share it. I hope you like it as much as I do.
Evening
I'm just turning off the water and reaching for towel, my eyes questioning their opposites in the mirror. 'Will I have the dream again? Who is The Giant? Why's he tormenting me, bringing me to the edge and over it repeatedly?' I pat my face dry and start brushing my teeth. I hope I have the dream again. I always cum when I do, waking up with sodden panties and feeling as though I've had no rest at all. But there's dread. The dream has become more intense recently, much more real. I wake up with complete recollection, the sights and sounds, the smells and tastes and feelings, everything. I put the toothbrush back in the cup and head off to bed, flicking off the bathroom light as I leave.
The loft is a mix of light and shadows, street lights casting dim yellow pall across the ceiling. I climb under the comforter and snuggle into the soft pillows, my loose ponytail around my neck. I'm tired and sleepy and try to think of something peaceful, my eyes focusing on illuminated square on the ceiling, the sounds of the city fading away. One long blink, my lids heavy. A second long blink, it won't be long now. Peaceful darkness.
Dream World
I'm looking at my reflection in a triple mirror, staring at a person both familiar and strange. It's definitely my face, the almond shaped blue eyes, the high cheekbones, thin shapely nose, the small pouty lips and blond hair, pulled tightly to my scalp and braided behind me. The body doesn't belong. My breasts are huge, forced up by the half cups of the tight black corset cinched around my middle. They look like two a large melons, but they have no weight and don't need the support the binding garment is offering. And they tingle deliciously. My areolas are puffy, pushing out of the middle of the oversized orbs. Nipples the size of fingertips, pierced with small gold hoops and connected with a matching chain, reach for their reflections.
The corset has me squeezed tightly, but I feel no pain, down to a waist that is unnaturally small, making my hips swell below it. They're beautiful and round. My panties are cut high on my hips, small and snug and amazingly smooth, not a hint of my cock showing on the outside. I know it's there. I can feel it between my legs, throbbing and pulsing with each beat of my heart, but it doesn't appear in the reflection. Only a small part of my alabaster thighs are visible above the skintight, impossibly high heeled boots I'm wearing. They're absolutely smooth, appearing to have been painted on, they show every delicate curve of my thighs and calves. The heels are so high only the tips of my toes offer them counterbalance.
My arms are covered from below my shoulders to the base of my fingers, made of the same supernatural material and generating the same feelings on my skin. My white fingers extend out of the dark holes, ending in long blood red nails that match my lip color. I feel no discomfort from my outfit, indeed it stimulates me with tiny electric pulses. I'm admiring the alien body when the voice surrounds me.
"Come to me." it commands, deep and resonant. My reflection fades with the mirror, the room beyond takes shape. It is massive, lit by millions of candles across the floor. There is no ceiling, there are no walls. I'm lifted and cross above the fragrant candles effortlessly, the light breeze of my motion exciting my exposed skin. I move a very long distance. I take in a different scent with each breath; lilac, rose, the musk of a woman, honeysuckle, the smell of cum, apple,cinnamon, sex. My feet touch the ground before a monumental high backed black leather chair. He appears before me, taking shape from mist and thin air.
He is The Giant, an Adonis, a creature of pure sex, the focus of all my desire. He towers over the chair, an elbow resting on the top. He is at least 10 ft. tall but I don't fear him. I drink him in with my eyes. Long light brown hair surrounds the most beautiful face I've ever seen, with round brown eyes and full soft lips that smile easily to reveal pearly white teeth. His shoulders,chest and arms are heavily muscled, well-defined and smooth. His nipples were dark brown, large and inviting. The jeans he wears are faded almost white and hug his powerful hips and thick thighs deliciously. His skin as deeply tanned. His eyes sparkle in the candlelight.
"My pet, you've returned to me again." His voice wraps me in its warm embrace. My body responds involuntarily, the electric pulses increasing in voltage. "We both know you are oversexed, yet you return for more." His gargantuan hand caresses my cheek with skin as soft as a baby. I moan silently. His hand slides down my neck and over both of my tits at once, smooth skin rubbing the exposed and excited nipples. His pinkie tugs the chain gently, causing not pain but an explosion of pleasure through me. My hips pump forward on their own, I am about to orgasm.
"How should we play this evening? Will it be women, or men? Will it be both? Will you fuck someone your heart desires? Or will you be raped by someone you detest? What will you choose?" His voice penetrates me, his soft hand moving over my constricted midriff and rubbing against my smooth panties. Two large fingers slide between my legs, gently caressing me. My hips move, grinding me against him as he smiles down at me. Tidal waves of pleasure crash through me. I'm moaning and sighing without sound, in need of release. He stops.
"So my pet, you leave the choice to me. How delightful." His voice is an aphrodisiac, it draws me to him. I want to have him, know I must possess him, that the only thing I'll ever need is him. He sits in the chair, throwing a leg casually over the arm and letting me see the outline of my desire, his beautiful massive cock. " I think we'll start with a woman." His smile pierces me, sending more pleasure through me. He waves his hand and points behind me.
A black silk covered king size bed is suspended in air over the candles. On it is a beautiful naked woman, a combination of all the women I've known. My mother and sister, Debbie, Jennifer, Suzanne, Melissa, Sarah, Karen and a thousand others. My panties disappear as I am transported to the soft surface. My cock is bigger and thicker than I've known it, 10 in. long and too thick for my hand to fit around. I have no pubic hair, but a tight fitting cock ring around the base of my shaft and balls.
The nymph takes me into her mouth, her talented soft lips and eager tongue working on my oversized pole. I try to watch, but can't pull my eyes from The Giant. His eyes are hooded and his smile gentle, his hand rubs slowly across the length of his giant cock. The nymph's mouth is like liquid fire surrounding me, each touch of her tongue driving me to the edge of an orgasm. I lay on my back and she releases me from her mouth and wraps her small, silky hands around my slick shaft and begins to pump. My eyes roll back in my head and my hips thrust wildly as I orgasm without cumming. The Giant, the object of my obsession, laughs loudly.
The nymph straddles my hips and guides the engorged purple head between the softest lips I've ever experienced. She is so hot and tight and she slides completely down, her hips riding my pelvis. The muscles of her pussy contract and milk me, pussy fluid escaping her covering my skin. Her mouth covers mine, kissing me deeply, her tongue exploring and taunting me. Her fingers pulling my nipple rings as she kneads my soft bosom. I'm lost in a sea of pleasure, The Giant's voice fills me. "She's just what you wanted, isn't she?" My eyes on him, I moan into the nymph's mouth as I nod. The nymph is riding me to an earth shattering orgasm. Her body a blur moving up and down my cock, friction increasing by the second, her muscles pulling me ever deeper into her. My entire body spasms as orgasm after orgasm flow over and through me, but I do not cum. I gasp for air as my body recovers .