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You’re in a dream.
You have to be. An ever-shifting gray is all you see, as if you’re staring at the back of your eyelids. You’re on your back and you’ve never lain on something so soft before. You’re a purveyor of comfort classics, as your current pillow and blanket pile on your bed can attest to, but this - this thing surrounds your body like a whisper, sweet tingles cascading down your skin and creating goosebumps across every inch of you. Despite the delicateness, you know it’s something solid; you can arch back against it, flex your toes into it, and you feel something like velvet shift against you, like a memory foam mattress. Whatever it is, it is lovely.
You sigh peacefully and stretch your arms above your head with a smile. You realize you’re naked, because otherwise you wouldn’t be able to feel the perfect coolness of its touch so well against the underneath of your legs and backside.
As you flex your fingers above you, a more solid presence of the softness grasps your wrists. You don’t panic - it’s gentle, and at a constant shift, looping and wrapping itself in and out of your fingers, as if it were a small snake. The mass that holds your wrists shifts upward and undulates into the meat of your palms, a little massage that feels good.
It becomes more firm underneath you as well. The soft mass follows suit of the action at your hands, and a slow and massaging envelopment begins across your body. You easily sink into the pleasant sensation, though you can’t help the way your abdomen tightens.
Sweet and curious caresses are at every inch of your body, and the sweet tingles transition into delicate sparks that make your hips twitch towards the sensation. When you look down, different masses shift in separate directions across your body, every inch of you covered. It’s the same gray as the room. You look up.
It’s all shifting.
All but your face is encompassed by the soft touches and presses of whatever this being is. You barely notice your legs have been spread wide until a curious tap tap pushes at the inside of your thighs, trailing down your leg. When it reaches the bottom of your feet, it tickles so badly that you startle and jerk away with a gasp. It doesn’t restrain you, but once you settle, it gently leads your legs back down and spreads them apart once more. They continue tapping at your legs, waist, chest and arms all at once, and you can’t help twitching and giggling and shivering from the delicate prods. You arch up towards the ones on your chest, reveling in the lovely attention your nipples receive. You moan softly, and the sound attracts the surrounding masses to shift to your chest. Your breasts are lavished with attention. Your pleasured whimpering is loud in your own ears.
The little taps and prods at your hips and waist trail down, and your heartbeat accelerates because you know exactly what it will find. You lift your hips impatiently and bite your lip. Please, please. Hurry. You can feel how wet you are. If you wake up soon, you’ll be pissed.
Your thighs are spread by two circling masses, and they wrap around your upper thighs and hold you still. You try to arch up, but all that does is send you more firmly into the ones caressing your breasts, so it’s good, but not exactly what you need.
A thick portion of the soft creature completely takes up the space between your legs, as if you were straddling a saddle. It begins to undulate against your folds, firmly yet gently. You try to buck into it with more strength, but it has you held down. You moan and sob as it pulses and pushes against the lips of your pussy. The action slowly widens your folds so your wetness spreads across its silky surface and your thighs. The barely-there grazes against your clit drives you crazy, but the movements continue on lazily. Everything up until now about the presence and movement of this creature has seemed gentle - now it’s torture.
“Please,” you beg. “Please. Please.” You’re so slick that it now just slides against you, up and down, a sweet, awful, delicious, and terribly gentle pressure that builds and builds across your body until you feel like a mess of sparks and desperate whines.
Suddenly, your whole body is pushed flat with a pressure that feels like a weighted blanket. The mass between your legs drags itself between your folds and up, placing sudden and intense undulation against your clit. An orgasm crashes into you and you cry out in pleasure and shock.
It doesn’t stop, though; it keeps wriggling, shifting, massaging every inch of your pussy until you’re yelling and flinching from the overwhelming sensations. You can’t move. It holds you in place firmly into its mass, and you have never been more held together yet pulled apart in your life.
Another orgasm rolls through you and drags on and on. Your voice is rough. There are tears running down your face. The heaviness on you is the type of comfort you have always dreamed of, and the contrast of the unrelenting pleasure at your breasts and pussy makes you sob in confusing emotions.
The mass presses timidly at your entrance then curiously thrusts its way inside, half an inch at a time. When you’re filled, it stays put, only twisting and nudging itself upwards, driving firm tap tap taps into your g-spot.
Something inside you snaps and you completely let yourself go. You happily ride through another screaming orgasm, and can no longer control your voice or body; you just close your eyes and fall into the warring sensations.
Your hot body and its cool touch. Your guttural moans and its quiet curiosity. Its gentle touch, yet relentless pleasure. The heavy weight. The fourth, fifth, and sixth orgasm that floats you higher and higher until you feel out of body and mind.
You barely register when it slowly exits your drenched pussy. You’re gasping and your vision is blurry. Your face is wet. The mass keeps its weight on you, but the movements shift to something like comfort, petting across your limbs. It pushes your hair back from your face to caress down your cheeks and across your eyes, closing them. The cool touch feels so nice against your heated skin.
Once your breathing is under control, you coast on the aftermath of pleasure. Your muscles are so relaxed that you feel like you’re melting. You sigh deeply. You could fall asleep…
You wake with a gasp to complete darkness.
Your first thought is that it’s hot. You reach outward, but you’re caught in a blanket. After finding your way out, you look at your clock. One a.m..
God, you feel wrecked. Heavy. As if you ran a marathon the day before. It’s strange, because you also feel…
You gasp in remembrance and shove your hands underneath your several blankets to your crotch. Your sleep bottoms feel wet, and the fabric against your clit is uncomfortable because of how sensitive you are.
You can’t believe it. You just had the best wet dream of your life.
You fall back against your bed, arms outstretched onto your pile of pillows and stare at your ceiling in a daze. Even as you’re trying to remember it, the dream stays a bit of a haze. It was dark. And…soft. All consuming.
It…it enveloped you. In such a way that you have always dreamed to experience.
You laugh at yourself. So strange.
But you clench your thighs together and bite your lip.
Well…guess all there is to do now is go back to sleep. After all, it’s the middle of the night.