Waking, from a dream filled sleep, she looked around, trying to shake the sleep from her eyes. Seeing only the vague shadows of the bed room furniture, she sighed despondently. She had not wanted to wake, as the dream she was having was so explicit, and lewd.
Stretching laboriously, she allowed her hands to run over her body, moaning softly when they came into contact with her sensitive places. Pinching her nipples softly, she delighted in the feeling as they got harder, more erect. Thinking back on the dream made her think she was somehow being watched, yet by whom she did not know. Moaning softly, she reached down between her legs, feeling her wetness…wanting ohh so much more.
She opened her legs wider, as she was feeling for her vibrator at the same time. She glanced up, and her eyes caught a small, cylinder shape she had not noticed before. Somewhat curious, she sat back on her heels, as she picked this object up, all thoughts of pleasure halted for the moment.
It was a sphere of some sort, shiny silver shards of glass could be seen when held up to the light. She picked it up, noticing a tingling that ran from her nipples down into her pussy. She gasped aloud, at the wondrous feelings she had just experienced. She put this sphere down by her pussy, noting how the color changed from the silver, to bright pulsating purple.
Opening her legs wide, she brushed the sphere across her clit. She felt rather than saw a liquid form, rising from the sphere, flickering towards her open pussy. Closing her eyes in supplication, she abandoned any thought she might have had, as she felt this liquid form sucking up into her, washing all over her with so many feelings, all her nerves were alert, running rampant.
With each breath she took she felt a new sensation she'd not felt before. Her hands were placed above her head, by a force that could only be described as a gentle force, making her want to do this she realized. Opening her eyes, she saw the shape of a person, bending over her, touching her, tasting of her.
Twisting, and writhing in a sexual heat, she no longer gave thought to what was happening. She was willing this to go on, she realized, and this feeling gave her a tremendous over view, on all that was taking place. The shape of the person was speaking to her, she realized. Trying to ignore the feelings that were making her so wet, open and willing, she thought she heard from somewhere far away, a soft voice saying 'you will call me Paul, and I shall call you little one'
