"Sometimes it seems to me that that meeting was not a dream, but another reality, where I was drawn into her smile. I remember a whisper that smelled of magic, and the touch of her charms that wrapped around my body with the tenderness of a steel embrace. I was surprised and delighted to be at the mercy of her will. And in this dream, I see one thing especially clearly: my gift collar is still around her neck. This thought warms me up. So, back in the dream world, a part of her still belongs to me. It was a dream where I became both a hunter and her prey. And I woke up with the taste of her witchcraft on my lips and the quiet echo of her pulse in my memory."
"Sometimes I dream that I am back there, in the arena, under her imperious gaze. In my dream, I feel my heart constrict again from her words "let the crowd watch." I try to resist, but her cock feels so delicious, and her hands guide me so confidently. In my dream, I hear her approval again: "good girl," and it makes me cum, despite all the stares. I wake up with the feeling of her warmth inside and a vague memory of how she, strong and dominant, eventually lost control of my body by herself. This is a dream in which shame turns into pleasure."
"Sometimes I dream that her face is suffused with a charming pink blush, and the tentacles slide over her skin, making her shudder and moan softly. In my dream, I hear her complaining again: "Mnggaaah, why is it fucking me too?" and again I feel her flexible body writhing in their cool, but so exciting embrace. These slimy tentacles, which did not obey either her or me, became our common obsession. And then everything disappears, and all that remains is the image of her legs and a confused look."
"I still wake up with the ghostly feeling of metal handcuffs on my wrists and the sound of her voice saying, 'we're just getting started.' In my dream, I try to fight again, I pull away, but her arms, straps, and then the tentacles of plants entangle me, leaving me helpless. And she just watches with that sly smile, knowing that my body already belongs to her. It's an obsession that I don't want to come back from, because it's the only one where I can feel every cell of my body submitting to it with such force."
"I still dream about that shower. I dream of her shyness drowning in waves of pleasure, and her hard, hot cock becoming a part of my body. In my dream, I feel like I'm losing control again when she can't help but roughly push me against the wall. I can hear her moans and my answering screams, and I can feel her fingers entwining with mine in a final rush before we both collapse."
"I can still hear him whispering, 'You're my perfect doll.' In these dreams, there is not just passion — there is a feeling of complete security in his arms. I remember how he promised to protect me, take care of me, and how my body, which usually craved control, was so relieved to dissolve into his will. And then there were those words that made my heart beat faster.: "You will carry our daughter." This thought of the future, of motherhood, of his love... It makes you want to cry and smile at the same time. It wasn't just an erotic dream, it was a promise."
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