Discovering Myself - Sex Stories

Discovering Myself

... familiar topics.

After my third lemon drop, a wave of fatigue washed over me, signaling it was time to return to my seat. I thanked Mark for the company and conversation, feeling a sense of gratitude for the distraction he had provided.

Settling back into my seat, I marveled at the luxury of it reclining into a bed. What an incredible feature, I thought to myself, still somewhat in awe of the first-class experience. With music playing softly in my ears, I surrendered to sleep, quickly drifting back into a deep slumber.

In my dream, I found myself back home, lying next to Greg on our bed. Our faces were close, our eyes locked in an intimate gaze, the connection palpable. Our lips met, tongues intertwining in a familiar dance of passion.

Feeling Greg's arousal, I wanted to reciprocate the pleasure he had given me earlier. Slowly, I moved down his body, positioning myself between his legs. My tongue began its exploration, teasing along his shaft before my lips gently enveloped him.

For a few moments, I was entirely focused on him, but then a strange sensation overtook me. My mouth grew tired quickly, the act feeling uncharacteristically mundane and lacking challenge.

Greg's appreciative words, "I love it when you do that," reached my ears as I crawled back up his body. His simple expression of pleasure spurred a smile on my lips, my own desire still simmering within.

Straddling him, I felt his hands eagerly exploring my body, their touch lingering on my ...

... unexpectedly enlarged breasts. The sensation of his hands caressing this new aspect of me added another layer of intensity to the dream, blending reality and fantasy in a heady mix of desire and excitement.

Lowering myself onto him, I was enveloped by a familiar yet amplified pleasure. His response to my new form, his hands exploring every curve with a mixture of awe and desire, heightened the experience beyond my wildest dreams. The dream continued to unfurl, a tapestry of passion and discovery, as I lost myself in the depths of this vivid, sensual reverie.

In my dream, Greg's words, "I love your breasts," resonated with a blend of lust and admiration as he squeezed them with a fervor that was both thrilling and intense.

As I lowered myself onto him, a strange ease accompanied his entrance. He slid into me with a fluidity that was unfamiliar, eliciting a deep moan from my lips. "Ohhh," I gasped, taking in all of him, "Mmmmm…"

The sensation of my enlarged tits, now noticeably hanging from my chest, was astonishing. They felt incredible in his grasp, and my nipples hardened to an extent I had never experienced before. Each touch sent ripples of pleasure through my body, yet it was mingled with a sense of disquiet.

For the first time, I became acutely aware of Greg's size, or rather, the perceived inadequacy of it. Despite his usual ability to satisfy me, a nagging sense of incompleteness began to overshadow the pleasure. I craved more, a deeper fulfillment that ...