Is this a bad dream or a good dream? This one must be up to the reader to decide, I suppose. I woke up very happy from it.

I am with a lovely woman. She is sweet, sensuous, and allows me to make love to her the way I love to do it; with a woman's slow, delicious, moaningly vocal carress. I am in soft and feathery lingerie, allowed to express myself with great abandon.

It seems like I spend hours paying attention to each of her pink nipples, licking and sucking and kissing.

I hum and moan as I kiss and lick her special lips, and circle her clit and nibble it. I like to gently suck it into my mouth. I like to slide my tongue over it so gently. I love every little gasp she makes.

Now, there is a man in the bed with us. I should mind this, but I don't. This is not a bad dream to me.

He is a magnificent man. I don't see his face, I just see his slim hips and his flat belly and his equipment; so impressive. It is not that he is oversized. No, it is because what he has is beautiful. There is not a hair on his scrotum. His two eggs are almost perfectly shaped. Are two eggs not a lovely, comforting sight?

His penis could not be better if it was sculpted by Rodin. The shaft is a good length, perfectly straight, with a few veins throbbing. The head is beautiful, slightly darker in color than the rest.

The girl's vagina, for that matter, is wonderfully perfect, too. The lips flare nicely, and they are very pretty and pink, with the hooded clit clearly defined.

I find myself watching as these two perfect organs begin their dance. I find myself inches away. And I am encouraged to lick her lovely clit while the shaft goes in. And I gently trail my tongue over the shaft on its way out.

Soon, my tongue is darting here and there, licking and lolling over whichever presents itself to me the more urgently. She loves the way I make her pleasure intense by sucking on her clit while she is being sexed. He groans audibly when I intercept his beautiful penis now and then, and let it slide into my mouth. They both like the way I make them stop, so that I can swab his shaft while the rest of him is inside her, and then lick her with delicate flicks while he pauses momentarily, his throbbing penis near my face, waiting for me to finish my momentary variation to their pleasure.

I see myself, in this lovely dream, underneath her. I must have my nose up her behind. Her full weight must be on my head. But I feel nothing but pleasure as I stick my tongue up to tickle the man's shaft as he does it to her. She likes the feeling of fullness I'm giving her from behind.

She climaxes, and when he pulls out, all her sweet, sweet fluid drips onto my tongue.

The man wants to be finished off, and so he adjusts his angle, and while he kisses his woman, his body on top of hers, he is putting himself deep into my throat. He does it to me hard now, his passion rising. If this was not a dream, I certainly could not see what he is doing! But from overhead, I can see my mouth being filled as I lie underneath the woman, my mouth appearing from just below her crotch.

I can see his small, round buttocks moving, jutting inward, pulling outward, while he does my mouth and fills me. I see him pull out, hold himself, and make sure that each spurt lands inside my mouth and deep into my throat. He wipes himself on my lips, and a last beautiful droplet hangs thickly from my bottom lip before I suck it inside.

He leaves the two of us as we lie on the bed in our lingerie.

Oh dreams! When I wake, I try to go back to the dream so he can come back to us. This time, he can put it in me, and later she can have the pleasure of tasting him. And oh, I want to make love to her, too. I want to watch myself penetrate her, and I want to see if I can annoint her lips with my fluid, without letting any spill onto her chin or cheek.

But my dream is over. I put on my sexiest nightgown and try to encourage sleep.

I put on my sexiest panties, but they only make me feel restless.