Recurring Wet Dream: The Ghost In My Sheets

Even the undead need some head…

It all started on the night of my nineteenth birthday when a recurring wet dream possessed my slumber. First, it was the slow creep of the door opening. Followed by soft steps that lead towards my bed. Then a ghostly male figure from a century ago would remove my blankets and lie over my body. Finally, before I could scream, he silenced my voice with a lustful kiss. However, as soon as he is ready to insert his manhood into my dripping wet mouth, I wake up. Sitting up on the bed, I felt disappointed, wet, and feening…

“Go on,” casually, my therapist looked up at me before jotting down some more notes…

What do you mean by “go on”? Please, I need your help. This recurring wet dream is taking over my thoughts. All I can do is think about it; I can’t eat, work, or pay attention during class at my university. Please can you help me?

Then he slowly pulled down his glasses, and a smirk tugged at the corner of his mouth.

“I have an idea, this is something that I would not do for my patients; however, I know you’re in need, and I have exactly the thing that could help.” Leaning in towards my mouth, he held my face with one hand and whispered so closely that I could feel his lips caress my skin.

Experimenting with the recurring wet dream in the flesh…

Sitting in a wet mess, my therapist suggested we reenact my recurring wet dream. Maybe this way I could complete the dream and break the cycle. Slowly, he lifts my skirt and spreads my legs. Then his head disappears under my skirt, and he begins to lick the sides of my legs, working his way up my thighs. Finally, his hot, wet tongue makes its way over my drenched panties, and he moves them to the side and begins to feast on my sweet nectar.

Back and forth, I move my pussy closer to his mouth. Gently bucking my hips shyly against his tongue. Until I allowed my body to experience a delicious orgasm that I foolishly tried to hide from my therapist.

He retracts from under my skirt and wipes his face, leaving behind a mischievous smile. Gradually standing up and undoing his pants, he places his hard cock over my lips, tracing them with his precum.

“Open your mouth and stick out your tongue,” he silently commanded…

Not all recurring wet dreams end with a facial…

Slowly introducing the tip of his engorged member to my tonsils, I close my eyes and hold my breath. He then takes both of his hands and presses them down on the back of my head and lets out a grunt. After a few seconds, he guides my face to his member and tells me to spit on his swollen head. Doing as I was commanded, I spit on his cock, leaving trails of glistening saliva.

“Now lick is all up and savour the flavour of my musk.” This command made me so wet I almost came without being touched… thus I did as I was told…

He looked down at me as I pleasured his manhood with my mouth, and asked me if this was where my recurring wet dream would always stop. Nodding my head without releasing his member from my lips, he slid out of my head and lay me on the couch. Tenderly, he used his teeth on the elastic of my panties and slowly pulled them down to my ankles. Then he positions himself over my body, hovering his cock over my pulsating hole.

“I am sure this did not happen in your recurring wet dream, right?” he remarked as he began to enter my body with his…

Deep long thrusts back and forth, his hips moved against mine. When an ocean of pleasure takes over my body, and I gush on his cock. Thus finalising the act of exposure therapy with hot ribbons of cum deposited into my womb.

Have you ever had any recurring wet dreams?

My naughty lover, if you would like to end your day to the sound of my voice and have your own recurring wet dream, I am but a call away. Let’s play and see how far we can take our exposure therapy. Also, if you like fantasy sex, don’t forget to check out my last blog: Fucking Mother Nature was never a woman!

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