I am on a bed that has the laciest sheets I could ever imagine. Of course, it takes a dream to imagine something this dreamy. The sheets have frothy lace that billows on the sides, soft and bunchy, almost as if someone had put a tu-tu on the bed instead of a sheet. And I am in the middle of all this luxury, on the smooth satiny part of the sheets, surrounded by the lace, and my skin is as smooth as a baby's.

I am wearing a loosely-fitting pair of light pink panties. They could be a baby's panties, since they are so puffy and loose, with a lot of scalloped lace on the legbands. There is none on the elastic waistband, just on the legbands, which makes me think that I must be a baby, dressed in a baby way.

Admiring myself, running my hands over my smooth legs, feeling the delightful silky texture of my panties, I simply lie on my back in a state of bliss. When I turn my head slightly, feeling drowsy, my pouting lips drop open, and I accept something long, fulfilling and dripping with creme.

I don't really see the man who sits on his knees, feeding me. I don't know if my eyes are open or not. In my dream I see myself sucking, and sucking, eyes closed, feeling so pleasured, in such a state of bliss. Little gurgling sounds come from my throat, I periodically loll my tongue against my lips to wet my lips, and I always return to the blissful sucking. I nod my head back and forth, back and forth.

Oh, what bliss there is for a sweet and innocent girl like me! Sometimes, lying back on the softest pillow I have ever known, lace all over the pillowcase, I let him gently feed it to me. He rocks his hips back and forth. He is very gentle with me. He knows how much I love the feel of him on my lips, and in my mouth, and even down my throat.

After a while, I feel a hot coursing of fluid, and it's very rich like a vanilla milkshake, and I can't believe how sweet it tastes. Could it really have come from him? I hold his hardness in my hand, and see the pulsing fluid come out, as if from a soft-serve custard machine, very thick, hanging just off the tip. I hurry to get all of it into my hungry mouth.

I see myself smile with such satisfaction, letting some of the creme hang on my lips, and dribble down my chin. I want him to know how much I loved it, just like in the pornographic movies, where the woman always seems to let some of it be on her mouth as she stares up in mute delight.

After I do this for him, I see the loose legband of my panties being pulled to the side. I see him, hard and glistening, entering me while I, a dream baby, lie on my back with me legs gently raised in the air, limp and yielding.

I see myself being rocked back and forth, back and forth, from the way he is doing it to me. I know he will do it to me slow and soothingly, and for a long time since he came so quickly before. My soft bottom cheeks shudder a bit, and the lace on my legbands quivers a little, and my little breasts also seem to quiver like two little dishes of pudding. He does me so slowly and softly and gently, I moan like a dreaming baby.

I make a little cooing sound when I feel the first flush of hot fluids entering me. I can't believe how comforting, how delicious it feels to have it go inside me.

I look down at myself, so smooth and soft, in my babyish lace panties, and I see that I am coming. But I am coming like a baby, I just seem to be wetting my panties, seeping out a flow into my panties, but it is accompanied by a glowing feeling of delight.

He has pulled out of me, and he lays the beautiful thing, still wet and very pink, on top of the crotch of my panties. I see it exude a heavy stream of creamy white that shimmers on me. My panties are now glistening from my spend and his.

I am on my stomach now, and I know I am naked. He will powder me, and dress me in dry, beautiful satin panties, and he will kiss my lips and I will sleep some more.