Bedtime

Pixie dust opens the door, and with some fancy flying of Fairies that looks like Celtic knots of glitter, they take you and your wife across the threshold together. It was better thought of as: you and your harem entering together in a ‘honeymoon’ ceremony.

The cabin is spacious, with more room than any in your own house. It has an unpainted, Old World, 18th-century charm; there was even something like a piano. It was heavily built, like the chaise, desk, small tables, and chests, all fastened to the floor, you see. You don’t want things hitting you in a storm. That explains why there is very little clutter. Still, why were there a carpet and tablecloths? As Jessica would probably say, ‘Authenticity isn’t show business.’

Taking longer to narrate than happen, you are taken to the very stern on tingling glitter that sparks your erogenous zones and makes you more than ready for the bed. Iridessa and Silvermist tie up the embroidered drapes surrounding it, then pull the golden blanket away from the sheet. Tinkerbell and Fawn gently direct you and Jessica over a mattress that looks to be modern. There is space for you, Jessica and all the small Fairies.

But before they land you, they pull off your clothes with more pixie dusting. And their own. After those are sent flying, you are settled comfortably onto the bed. Already you are marveling at seeing nude twats, asses and tits hovering in unusual angles. And you aren’t the only one.

“Look at this one!” Fawn said upside down, looking at the underside of Jessica’s left 40N tit. Her twat was up near your wife’s long, erect nipple.