Wet Dream

Laying softly on her pillows. The silk of her smooth flesh shines in the dim light of the sun seeping through the window. The midnight ocean of hair flows around her face and neck as if protecting from unseen force that lusts for the crimson inside. A soft moan escapes her gentle lips as she dreams of the one who so many times had caressed her soft flesh and caused it to bump under his touch. Her legs open slowly exposing the flower that drips with morning dew, down the smooth flesh of her thighs. The curve of her hips start to roll as the ghost of her dream kisses and loves the opening lips of her pink passion. Pert nipples raise to the touch of the dream ghost touch. Her tongue licks the sweet sweat forming on her lips. Fingers finding the most intimate places of her naked flesh. Body starts to writhe under the pressure of the ghost lover. Waves of lust and passion riptide through her body. Soft smooth bottom lifting into the air grinding into ghost that fills her with its own thick lust. The Velvet walls of her inner sex quiver and shutter in the moment of the little death. Her eyes open the catch a glimpse of the ghost from her dream. The beast slips back into the unknown world, waiting for the chance to please this living art of sexual power again.