


This short XXX story is called "Sweet Dreams." 🤠Enjoy reading~ xoxo, Mary ❤️💋❤️💋❤️ She visits me in my dreams... Or at least, I think that they’re dreams? They feel so real. I can still feel the burn of her red hot skin under my fingers, those wet glistening lips and deep piercing eyes… I’m not sure what she wants from me. Except…She can’t keep her hands off of me. She is relentless- teasing and touching, moaning and sucking… her lips leave a trail of lust all along my body every night. I let her have her way with me each night, bursting my seed in every orifice imaginable- and her hunger for more never ceases.I have to admit- she’s quite the needy little succubus. But I can’t imagine my sleeping hours without her, now. I named her Mary. My malevolent little muse. You see, I am a writer. And my dear visitor Mary has been the inspiration for my stories for many a year now. I call upon her in my dreams to inspire my writings- and she never disappoints. She is my own little Aphrodite, wet, wanting & waiting for me every night. You may find yourself wanting for a muse of your own - but it is important, dear reader- to not lose sight of the ground as you travel through this kind of fantasy. A muse is just a muse- not a lover, nor a friend- but an inspirer of deep fantasy, a priestess of creativity & reflector of your darkest desires. But I digress. I know, dear reader- that you have come here for more than my ramblings. Let me tell you about last night. —-------- Before I catch sight of her, I feel her. Warm & wet… she moves her mouth around my aching member. Shivering as the tip of my head touches the back of her throat- I feel my cock begin to weep. I open my eyes. Mary, looking up at me- smiles with my manhood still in her mouth. I feel goosebumps arise on my skin as she runs her hot little hands along my body. I let out a whimper as she tightens her lips around me… I put my hand to the back of her head, leading her down further. “Mary…” She smirks, and I feel the moan in her throat vibrate aga