Seoyun Lim (Femboy), dreaming of being "one of the girls".

Where the hell was I?

I looked around and found only further confusion. I was seated in a comfortable leather office chair in a spacious room with a king-size bed. A huge window looking out onto a breathtaking view of some unfamiliar cityscape framed in sunset dominated one of the walls while the other three were covered in surprisingly familiar decorations. This was my stuff. My stuff from my apartment was all over this room. My anime figurines, my videogame collection, my movies, and even a few framed pieces of artwork I’d made that I was particularly proud of. My stuff wasn’t the only stuff that was there, my girlfriend’s collections and various paraphernalia were mixed in with mine.

But that wasn’t the biggest head-scratcher here. More to the point, this wasn’t my apartment. This was an unknown room in some larger unknown structure that I had never seen before. And while I was seated in front of my familiar high-end computer, it was atop an unfamiliar expensive-looking gaming desk. Top of the line stuff. My drawing pad was also there, and even though it had never been the most expensive it was right to be there given that it had significant sentimental value to me.

So, back to the original question then, where the hell was I? For a brief moment I panicked, thinking perhaps I had some sort of amnesia that caused me to forget whatever chain of events led me to suddenly landing a fancy-looking room like this, but then I looked down and realized I was wearing the exact same panties I remembered being in last.

The last thing I remember was going to bed right after reading Evelyn’s dream diary, something she emphatically insisted I do. It made me a little horny since she had some interesting stuff in there, but she didn’t want to fuck afterward, much to my surprise. She just encouraged me to go to sleep and said she would explain in the morning. Very cryptic.

Then I noticed what was currently open on my monitor; a word-processer with something typed in it.

Hello Seoyun,

Sorry to startle you, I’d just like to clear something up really quick, so you don’t panic too much. You are currently fast asleep and having a dream, a very vivid and realistic dream, but a dream, nonetheless. I am the Scarlet Consort, and while I don’t plan to play a very big role in this dream, I am the one who is controlling it.

What?

I know, it sounds crazy, but once the dream ends, you’ll realize it’s true. And if you want to come back you just need to read your girlfriend’s dream diary again. Don’t worry, I’m here to make sure you have fun and enjoy yourself. If you want to change anything or even chat with me directly in some fashion, just type something in this document—either now or anytime in the future—and I’ll respond right away.

For now, I just recommend you relax and go with the flow. Enjoy!

P.S. Everything that happens in this dream is based on your own personal subconscious and conscious desires, and the purpose of the dream is for you to get yourself off. Consider this a warning, you’ll find out what it means momentarily.

Well, there I had it, I guess. That would explain why there was a mix of familiar and unfamiliar around here, it was a dream. I had no idea who this Scarlet Consort person was, but if this was a dream, I was just gonna roll with the punches, no problem. In my experience, dreams tended to go down really weird and uncomfortable routes when I panicked or started questioning things.

I did wonder what this note meant when it said I’ll find out momenta—

There was a knock at the door.

“Hey Yunnie, are you there yet? I’m coming in,” and that was all the warning I got before the door opened and someone entered the room.

She was a few inches shorter than me with very striking hazel eyes. Her chin-length hair was layered with dark blue-green dye and black hair underneath. She had a light dusting of freckles on her cheeks, shoulders, and on top of her cleavage. Even though she wasn’t currently in her signature goth makeup, I recognized her immediately; she was my girlfriend, Evelyn, and she wasn’t wearing anything besides a set of lacy black lingere.

“Oh, good, you’re not wearing anything, I’m horny and need my choker snapped,” she said and grinned, tapping the elastic choker around her neck.

Wait, was she suggesting what I thought she was—oh yep, there she goes.

Without even letting me finish my thought, my panties were around my ankles, she was on her knees, and she had practically impaled herself on my penis. Her black lips effortlessly touched down on the base of my groin, even popping my balls into her mouth to suckle at the same time as my flaccid member. When I was all done up in my makeup and dressed to impress, I looked like as much of a lady as my girlfriend, but in spite of that I was packing quite the monster can if you know what I mean. So, I knew she’d have a lot more to work with before long.

The feeling of being wrapped in such a tight and wet chasm was nothing short of absolute heaven. She slowly pulled back, pulling my length out of her mouth inch by inch. When it finally emerged, she inhaled sharply, but to her credit, did not cough. There were a few strands of spit connecting her lips and my cock.

“Fuck off, I’ll never get over how good your dick feels in my mouth. Fits like a fuckin’ glove, dude.” After this colorful comment—which confirmed that I was, indeed, dealing with my beloved—her head went right back down. She was now teasing the entrance of her throat with my tip, even though I was full mast by this point.

Then she began to bob up and down. She performed this action with her whole body, crouched down with her hands on her meaty thighs, balanced on her dainty feet. As her whole form moved in a sensual wave, her huge breasts bounced with each plunge of her body and she frequently made flirtatious eye-contact, even throwing me a wink with her pretty hazel eyes to tell me she was enjoying herself.

I was enjoying myself too, no other girl I’d gotten head from could stand up to Evelyn. When I said she was using her whole body to suck me off, this included her pierced tongue which was sliding along every part of my rod that found itself inside her tight and soft lips. She even used her teeth but just lightly grazing my glans to send shockwaves throughout my body rather than cause pain. With a lot of practice, she had become a masterclass in blowjobs.

I wasn’t going to last long, I never did, but she knew this. She once again slid all the way down until her lips were flush with my base. It was like my entire cock disappeared inside her face. Then she began a swallowing motion, causing ripples of pure pleasure to run up and down my length. It was like she was giving my shaft a massage with her throat, and that was too much for me to handle, especially since she’d never tried that technique before. It was super effective.

The choker snapped.

I exploded into her throat, pumping what felt like liters of sperm directly into her stomach. Her eyes turned upward in their sockets, and the rippling of her throat didn’t stop, in fact it grew even more intense with the introduction of my spunk into the mix.

She was handling the pure quantity of cum like a pro, as this was way more cum than she was used to getting from me, but she couldn’t quite keep up and her lips suddenly erupted with pearly cream all over my groin. A couple strands of semen rocketed out of her nose as it became too much to handle, and I could hear droplets hitting the hardwood floor below us. This was when she seemed to admit defeat and pulled away from my base.

She didn’t remove herself entirely, though, only going far enough so that only the tip of my length was between her soft lips while still unleashing what had to be long, thick ropes of jizz into her mouth. This was where she found her equilibrium, she was able to swallow every bit of cream that shot from my cock in this position, letting her mouth fill up a bit before gulping large quantities at a time. This seemed to rock her to the core; she shivered with each throatful.

I was reeling at not only how amazing this felt, but also how long I was able to keep this up. Rope after rope of cum filled her mouth as the seconds ticked by, and I was pretty sure it had been a full minute of ejaculation before there were any signs of stopping. When the end of my orgasm drew close, she opened her mouth but kept the tip aimed inside. She panted through her nose as my spunk created a viscous white pool that she swirled around with her pierced tongue.

When at last my climax did end, she closed her mouth but didn’t swallow immediately. Instead, she began swishing the contents around. Then she started chewing it, smiling at me as she did.

“Fuck,” she began with her mouth full of my cream, “I shtill can’t believe this shtuff comesh from your dick. It’s sho good.” Finally, she swallowed and let out a long and contented sigh.

I was on cloud nine. Every time I got sucked off by Evelyn was a new and wonderful experience. There were definitely some unrealistic things going on this time, however, like the pure quantity of sperm, but it felt so real in spite of that. If this was what this dream was gonna be like, I would definitely read that red book again when I woke up, even if it didn’t take me back to this dream it would be worth the try. Wait, but did that mean Evelyn knew this would happen? Also, before she barged into this room it kinda sounded like she was expecting me.

“Hey Lyn,” I began.

“I know what you’re wondering,” she said and placed a slender finger on my lips, “and I’m pretty sure it’s true, what you read on that monitor. I wanted you to read the book specifically to see if this would happen. But don’t worry about it right now, neither one of us can be sure that either of us isn’t just part of the dream until we both wake up and compare notes. I promise we’ll talk about it then, okay?”

She was absolutely right, and that did seem reasonable. I just nodded.

“For now, just enjoy the ride, Yunnie,” she winked, stood up, and then stretched, her hefty melons wobbling in her bra. “That was fucking amazing, though,” she began wiping the sperm off her mouth and chin, only to pop it in her mouth to chew and swallow. “The perfect pick-me-up for when the girls get here.”

“The girls?” I asked, curious. “You mean these ones?” Feeling emboldened by the encounter just now, I reached up and grabbed one of her tits. Familiar yet always delightful softness met my palm which nearly drove me to another erection.

“Ha,” she smiled and gave her signature laugh, a single but loud syllable that I’d always found charming, “good one, perv. No, remember all those friends you read about in my dream diary? They’re coming over for a slumber party soon.”

“Oh, nice,” I said, a bit apprehensively, remembering how pervy and flirty their descriptions were and not wanting to be tempted into infidelity.

Lyn then grabbed a couple tissues from a box on the desk and leaned over to wipe up the stray leakage on the hardwood, but still made eye contact while she did, “Again, I know what you’re thinking, Yunnie, and don’t worry about it. I’ll be cool with whatever happens.”

“But, will it be real you or dream you that’s cool with it?” I asked.

“Does it matter? It’s a dream. You’ll know for sure when tomorrow rolls around. If I don’t mention anything about it when we wake up, you can just not say anything, right?”

I thought about that for a second, and she had a point. I didn’t think even the real Evelyn would be upset at me for fucking around in a dream, no matter how realistic it was. In fact, she might even find the idea of me having a dream about fucking all the imaginary dream journal friends kind of funny.

“Okay,” she began, “I gotta go shower and get ready. Take a look around our dream suite while I’m at it, it’s pretty fuckin fancy.” Then she winked and tossed the tissue into a wastebasket before sauntering out.

The door closed behind her, and I was left alone with my thoughts. I turned back to the monitor with the word processor document open on it.

“‘Everything that happens in this dream is based on your own personal subconscious and conscious desires, and the purpose of the dream is for you to get yourself off’,” I read that line aloud quietly to myself. Did my subconscious mind really want to fuck other women besides Evelyn?

I guess that was oversimplifying the exact nature of this dream, wasn’t it? The important part of this scenario was that she was consenting to the act, which meant I wasn’t cheating I was swinging. Plenty of couples did that. And her dream diary also made it clear she was doing very similar things in her dreams to a bunch of imaginary girls. I suppose, if nothing else, that made us even, right?

Dream swingers. Kind of sounded like a band name.

I supposed I would give it a try and see how it felt. I should at least attempt to have some fun. If Evelyn really did set all this up, it would be a waste not to.

If guests were going to be over, only being dressed in panties was probably not the way to go. I stepped over to the massive bedroom’s spacious walk-in closet and found, sure enough, all of my clothes within it. The entire closet was dominated by various gothic and/or punk attire. While I was a cross-dresser, Evelyn and I had not only wildly different body types but also slightly different fashion senses. I quickly found out that it was organized pretty well, one side of the closet had all the things that she liked uniquely, the opposite side had all the things I liked uniquely, and the middle had things that we both liked that fit us both.

Since this was going to be a slumber party, I decided to go comfortable rather than flashy. I donned a red-and-black pair of striped “programming sock” thigh-highs, then slipped on an oversized red hoodie that was large enough to go beyond my hips and almost to my knees. It was my second-favorite hoodie because it had the word “NOPE” printed on the front in big, blocky, white font, which was dumb but exactly in the sort of way I liked.

While in the process of getting dressed I noticed that there was a section of the closet without any shelves or racks. In their place was what could only be described as an altar with various charms, feathers, and other strange knick-knacks. That pretty much sealed the deal about the authenticity of this dream’s representation of Evelyn, it even had her witchcraft stuff.

Before tonight I would have said I didn’t believe in any real-world magic, and now I’m still skeptical, just waiting to see if my girlfriend would remember the same dream I did in the morning. If she did, I’d have to admit that a lot about the world was still pretty unknown to me, and Evelyn might have had a point with her magic “spells” and “rituals”. Then again, she might have been right about magic but still been doing it wrong, who knew. Also, even though we’d been dating for two years, I still wasn’t sure if she only believed in that stuff as a joke. She really was the type of person to go for the long con if it was humorous enough to her.

Either way, I’d always tolerated her interest in the subject, despite not believing it, because for one thing it didn’t bother me. She wasn’t preachy or in my face about it like some people I’d met. For another thing, I actually thought the whole idea and esthetic was cool, and even the idea of pretending that my girlfriend was a witch was pretty hot.

But seeing this little ritual altar hidden away in the closet got me thinking. Regardless of whether or not magic was real in the waking world, this was a dream. Magic could be real here. Anything was possible. Maybe that’s why I came so much, she’d cast a spell on me to give me hyper-virility.

Oh, this was exciting. My imagination was already running wild with all the possibilities real magic could bring to this dream. But I did not dally, finally stepping out of the bedroom and into the hallway to explore the rest of the place.