Fading... - Sex Stories

Fading...

... bra and matching panties. Then I tugged up a pair of jeans, and selected a cute baby-doll t-shirt with a sequined heart on its front. I needed something to eat, to settle my stomach which was still feeling sour.

I started a pot of coffee, and toasted a bagel, then sat at a small kitchen table and slowly ate and wondered why I felt so bad, and why I had been vomiting. This dream was very different from the others. After breakfast (it was 2pm) I felt better, but there was a weird battle going on in my head, like there were two people controlling what I did. For example, I've never liked coffee, the smell alone puts me off, I seemed to know where everything was in this house that the 'dream me' lived in, but it really felt like there was almost a subconscious brain that ran like an auto-pilot. I had the ability to stop things, to change direction,or whatever it was I wanted to do, but it felt almost like I needed to really focus to make that happen.

I wanted to go back to sleep, I still felt like shit, but I worried that if I slept and woke, the dream would be over, and I wanted to explore this 'dream me' some more. My body wasn't hearing any of that, but there was no possible way I was going back into that puke-stained bedroom, so I laid on the sofa and closed my eyes.

It was dark outside when I woke up, and I was still in the dream. I felt better physically, but mentally, I was ecstatic. I could still control the dream, and I was feeling better, not great, but ...

... better.

I got up, went to the bathroom and peed, then seemingly on auto-pilot, I put my face on, it was strange to watch through eyes that weren't my own, as the woman whose body I was temporarily inhabiting went about routine tasks. When she was finished, what had already been beautiful, was now stunning. I forced myself to stand there, and study the reflection. My light brown hair was a mess, and pulled back from my face in a ponytail, but my large, expressive blue eyes, slender, petite nose, and full, almost pouting lips were framed by a heart-shaped face. I let my hair down and let my fingers return to auto-pilot, after a few minutes of painful brushing, the reflection became even more beautiful. My lips were pursed, and I couldn't help but fantasize that they had opened enough for me to push my dick into her mouth. I imagined myself once again, hand on her hair, controlling the pace of the blowjob she'd give me. I felt a familiar non-familiar sensation radiating outward from my core, I felt my pussy warming up, and I wanted to cum. On auto-pilot, I walked into the bedroom, and carefully avoided the mess everywhere, and opened my nightstand drawer, which contained several sex toys, including a glass dildo that had some strange ribs along its circumference, and an egg-shaped head. There was a bigger black dildo that looked more realistic, with prominent veins, and mushroom-shaped glans. The largest dildo was white and was large enough that I imagined it could be used to beat ...