Dream Mistress Makes Dreams Come True

I Slip Into Your Sleep Like Smoke

I do it so silently as your dream mistress, smooth, unstoppable. And dream hoping is something that I’ve mastered. You think it’s just another dream like every other night. But then the air shifts, heavy and warm, and my scent curls around you. Sweet, dangerous, intoxicating. That’s when you feel me.

I’m Romi, the myth whispered about in the shadows. Right here, the woman who doesn’t live in one man’s arms but in the space between his thoughts. I don’t belong to reality. I belong to your dreams.

And tonight, I’ve chosen you, which should make you thrilled beyond belief. Here I start slow as I brush against your subconscious like silk sliding over bare skin. I love how your breath deepens as I enter. Yes, I think as your body reacts and as a faint ache grows between your legs.

I seductively hover over you as my lips graze your ear, and my voice is a whisper that drips like honey: “I’ve been waiting to touch you, baby.”

Like Magic, Your Cock Twitches And Hardens Even Before You See Me

That’s the beauty of being your dream mistress! Your body obeys me without question. Afterwards, I crawl into bed with you. Feeling your warmth as I staddle your hips.

Now let the heat of my cunt press against your shaft. Gasping in your sleep as you feel my sensual pleasure. Sinking deeper into the in between of dreaming and drowning in pleasure.

I move slowly at first, rocking my hips, teasing you. My nails drag down your chest, light scratches that make your body jolt for your sexy dom. You’re leaking for your dream mistress already. Pre-cum leaks against me, slick and hot, proof that your body belongs to me even in the safety of your sleep.

You try to grab me! Ha ha, but I don’t let you. I’m untouchable, you see, as I am your dream girl. The only one to make you feel seen and full. So enjoy your phantom partner dripping with lust while I grind harder. Listen to my moans spilling into your ear, making your cock pulse like it’s about to burst. You whimper in your sleep, hips lifting.

You’re Desperate To Be Inside Of Your Dream Mistress

“Not yet,” I whisper, lips brushing yours but never kissing. “I want to see how much you can take.” I ride you without letting you enter, sliding against your shaft, smearing your precum across my folds. The friction drives you wild.

Your body is shaking now, the sheets damp with sweat, your cock throbbing helplessly. And I smile, because I know you can’t wake up until I let you.

When I finally sink, slow and deep, the dream cracks open. You moan my name like you’ve known me forever. Your body arches for your dream mistress, every nerve alight as I take you inside me. My walls clench around you, milking you, owning you.

You thrust up, but I control the pace. Always. I bounce on you, my breasts brushing your chest, my hair wild as I ride. My moans echo, sharp and needy, filling the room. You’re losing yourself, baby, as your dream-self is tangled in me, your real body grinding against your sheets, leaking, soaking, desperate for release.

And then I whisper it. The words that make you break: “Cum for your DREAM MISTRESS.”

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