Fading... - Sex Stories

Fading...

... body listen to my brain? I puked once again, and then returned to darkness.

When I woke next, I felt like someone had dropped a refrigerator on me. I was sore, my stomach, and ribs hurt very much and I needed to pee right now, or risk wetting the bed. I struggled to focus, but managed to sit up, and stumble into the bathroom, where I pulled up a puke-stained t-shirt that was about three sizes too big for me, and I sat to piss.

As I sat there, struggling not to fall over, and just stay awake, I realized that I was dreaming. I finished on the toilet, grabbed a handful of toilet paper, wiped my pussy and forced myself to stand, and stumbled back into bed where darkness waited for me.

The next time I opened my eyes things were a bit better, but I was still in no shape to function. I managed to sit up, and almost wretch as I saw the mess I had left on the floor, on the bed, and on myself. I still hurt everywhere, and there was something definitely going on with the circuitry between my brain and my body. I stood, and stumbled into the bathroom once again, and started the water in the shower. As I shed the t-shirt, I glanced in the mirror and saw a reflection of the woman I had been dreaming of. She was hotter than I ever had a chance to date, but who cares, it was a dream, and all I could think of at the moment was getting the dried puke off of my body and out of my hair. The shower felt wonderful, in fact it was the most relaxing shower that I could ever recall taking. ...

... I let the steaming hot water caress my shoulders and back, I let the water roll down my breasts, which weren't huge, but they weren't small either. I traced their flowing curves with my fingers, and felt matching scars below my breasts. I frowned, and cursed that I should have gone with the larger implants like I'd originally wanted.

My brain glitched or something, and I popped open my eyes and felt my breasts again, my nipples began to harden, and I thanked whatever powers in the universe existed, it seemed like I'd finally gotten some control to direct the dream like I'd wished for. I squeezed my breasts together, admiring the cleavage, and the silky soft skin. Dipping my head forward, I tried to suck one of my nipples into my mouth, but they were too far, and I couldn't reach. How did women manage to suck their own tits? I was still hurting, but the pain was quickly being replaced with curiosity.

I had another 'oh shit!' moment and my hands released my breasts and went straight to my pussy. I could feel everything, the soft, fleshy lips, the smallish hood covering my clit, and as my fingers rubbed tiny circles there, the tingling and ticklish sensations spread throughout my body.

This was incredible, I could do what I wanted, and feel everything. I wanted this dream to last a long, long time.

I decided to explore myself more thoroughly out of the shower. I turned off the water, dried off, then walked back into the bedroom, and picked out a cute lavender colored ...