Sexy Succubus, by Polly

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Sexy Succubus, by Polly

I am enveloped into a dream. The empty void of my awareness pulls me into a reality that is as real as any I’ve experienced. As I rouse from blissful unconsciousness I feel a weight on my chest. Sleepy and unable to move I become aware of a presence in the blackness of the room. It’s a strangely familiar sensation. I know you, I think from the blur of slumber. I become aware of an ecstatic warmth between my legs.

There’s a pressure, a pleasure, and I awake fully within a conscious dream to find someone… or something… making love to me. At first it’s alarming in the darkness to feel this unknown creature inside my body, but it is thrusting with such gentle attention to my pleasure that I succumb. I forget for a moment I’m dreaming and revel in the sensations. When I become aware again of the darkness of the room and the specific sensation of rhythmic penetration a strange thought enters my mind: Am I being raped by a ghost? With this thought comes a wave of panic. Then the motion slows, still moving gently, but with less urgency, and voice comes. A clear whisper so close to my ear I feel its breath on my neck. Do you trust me? I think about this question for a moment as the pleasure rises in me again. I wonder who it is that’s asking. Do you need to know? The voice is caring but amused at my confusion. I swirl again into pleasure.

My body exists only for this. I have been plucked from my slumber and hurled into a pitch black space, tumbling through dimensions, stars scattering from my willing wet sex and spiraling into universes. My lover is shimmering. A haze. A shadow. Barely there, except for the unceasing firmness between my legs. Are you afraid? He asks, laughing gently as my body responds to his touch. I’m not afraid. I whisper back, surrendering, as the ecstatic sensations fill my vision with the birth of creation.