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You wake from a dream of female beauty, supple flesh warm to your touch, salty to your taste, eyes glittering with pleasure, breasts heaving with exertion, voices moans of ecstasy. A dream so intense it felt real. But a dream just the same. You lie in your bed, naked and alone under the duvet.

No. A year ago, it would have been a dream, but your life has changed since then. A year ago, the actions you imagined could only exist in your dreams. Not now.

You’re only alone under your duvet because your bed is so big. Across the vast expanse of the mattress, large enough for six to sleep comfortably or more if they cuddle, is the mound of another double duvet. From beneath that poke the two heads of the beauties that filled your dreams, Anna and Gloria. Your memory tells you they’re as naked as you.

The breasts you remember fondling are their breasts. The moans you remember hearing are their moans. The lips you remember kissing are their lips. The eyes you remember filled with pleasure are Anna’s green and Gloria’s hazel. The hot, wet pussies your cock stirs at the memory of penetrating and filling are their hot, wet pussies.

And that was only last night. Drift back further and you remember other nights and different women but the same pleasure.

So much has happened in a year and now you live in your perfect mansion with nine stunningly gorgeous women, of which Anna and Gloria are just two, and all of them, all of them, are madly in love with you and long for your cock.

That thought alone is enough to wake you fully.

You stare at the two sleeping girls. Gloria’s hair lies strewn across the pillow. Anna whimpers in her sleep, probably enjoying a similar dream to your own. The lure of their beauty draws you across the mattress. It would only take a few seconds to slide across, slip under their duvet and cuddle up to them. Your cock yearns to be buried in them once again.

Should you do it? Or should you let them sleep?