You dream

It's a dream you've had for a while and it comes and goes as often as your sexual appetite, but it's always the same. There's a world of cool mist caressing your body, as if the mist itself has soothing hands that make you gasp involuntarily--so cold against your heated skin. You can see no floor or roof, but the sky above looks stormy gray.

There's nothing else around, no one to talk to, just the invisible hands exploring your naked, flushed body and a soothing sound like a gentle wind in your ear, warm and enticing.

Lower and lower those hands move, over your sides, non-existent fingers tapping where each rib is before gliding lower, over your hips, across your thighs--avoiding that place you can't bear to have another touch, yet secretly long those hands to grasp--down your calves, and over your toes, only to slither back up and come to a stop on your belly. A shiver of anticipation runs through you, determined to keep your pride even if your limbs refuse to move for some unseen reason and your heart feels as if its about to burst, along with your erection, as you wait and wait and wait for something to happen.

You tilt your head back, almost **** to get the relief this faceless wonder has refused you when you feel it. That hot breath has left your ear after whispering something unintelligible and slides down your body to hover over you, teasing yet still not touching.

You say nothing, though your hips twitch in the direction of that warm breath wafting over your cock, unable to stop themselves from seeking out a warm orifice to sink into to escape the cold.

There's a chuckle, a voice you remember well, but can't quite place just who it is as that warmth envelops you and sends white-hot sparks of pleasure shooting through your veins. Your hands grasp at something, anything, and find nothing. It's been too long, you think, and you shouldn't enjoy someone molesting you, but you can't find the rational area of your mind that wants you to complain.

Tighter and tighter it coils in your stomach, the heat threatening to consume you as something constricts around your cock and nearly jolts a deep moan from you.

You don't look--you've never accepted that perverted side of you that wants to see someone sucking you off because perversion has no place in your noble blood.

You can feel it, whatever it is, move up and down, like a head bobbing and a tongue licking at your cock, the cold air striking just as it pulls up, cooling the warmth that must be saliva, only to feel it engulf you again. You know you've let a few escape, tiny moans that don't register as much, but you've felt the build-up of tension before. The painful throbbing, the ache in your very core, the tightening of your balls that feel so heavy now... and as if sensing that, the faceless one lowers its head, engulfs your cock and plunges you straight into oblivion as its throat clutches and undulates around you.

As you empty yourself into this willing creature, you feel its attempts to swallow every ounce of your cum, you feel aftershocks jolt through you, your hips buck a few times against your will, and then, it pulls away. Through your haze, you stare up at the one who's done you such a service and you recognize, now, why that chuckle sounded familiar.