| Straight: Masturbation: Dreamwood (1/3) |
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She slumbers softly, her eyes closed. But, if you look closely, you can just discern the movement of her eyes as her dreams control her body at rest. Deep in her mind, feelings are stirring. She is encapsulated in a world of fantasy and desire. Her body responding subtly to the influences of her subconscious desires. She walks through a sunlit park, birdsong all around her. Passing through the trees with sunlight dappling the ground all around her. Her thin cotton dress flows freely around her legs as she walks on the grass. The occasional crackle of dry leaves underfoot causing momentary cessations of the soft and relaxing sounds of nature around her. Suddenly aware of the effect she is having on her surroundings, she stops and leans comfortably on the trunk of a large tree. Gradually the sounds return. She cocks her head to one side and listens to nature's workers resuming their toil. The gentle humming of the bees as they pass over the woodland flowers, gathering the nectar and pollen as they flit from flower to flower, fulfilling their essential role that ensures the continued existence of the beautiful patches of flowers that are interspersed between the trees. She hears the song of several birds, the thrush, the blackbird... and somewhere, not too distant, she can hear the staccato tapping of a woodpecker seeking out insects under the bark of some tree. Sighing, she relaxes against the tree, her hands brushing over its rough bark. Completely at her ease and reassured of her solitude by the sounds of the creatures around her, she brings her hands back from the tree bark to her hips. She smiles as she feels her hands, warm and soft, brush over the skin. The thin fabric of the dress is an almost nonexistent barrier to her touch. Her hands traverse up her sides and then she lets them move smoothly onto her firm breasts. A soft hum comes from deep inside her as her hands brush over the smooth skin of her breasts. Then a quick gasp as her palms rub over her stiffening nipples. Her fingers reach for the protruding buds of flesh and she twists them firmly between two fingers, moaning softly now as she feels the stirring of desires deep within her. Keeping her nipples trapped between her fingertips, she cups the flesh of her breasts in her hands and squeezes them firmly. "Oh god...." she moans aloud as she feels the wash of lust run down her body. Spilling out from her breasts and rushing down over her stomach, the waves of desire cascade down over her hips and create a sudden, heavy pulsing between her legs. Her hands follow the avalanche of desire and she brings both hands firmly over the mound between her legs. She shifts her feet slightly, allowing her thighs to open enough for her to press firmly against the warm, pulsing flesh that is now demanding attention. Her fingers press hard against the smooth, shaven mound of her pussy. Even though the thin fabric of her dress and her thong intercede, she feels as though she is already touching herself directly on the already dampening flesh that is now throbbing insistently. In her bed, her real life body is responding to the dream. She has rolled onto her back, still fully asleep, and her hands are moving over her body as she dreams. Her legs slide over the sheet beneath her and her fingers plunge between them and touch the wet flesh |
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Beautiful