us intended to enter. In this world the
dream was almost a real event, in that you could participate just
as you would in the real world, only here you could dream up just
about any scenario.
Once we got home, we set about making our
vote which Abby returned, and then we decided to sit and think of
how best to impress the judges for our own little contest. Pretty
soon we both had ideas, and were looking forward to implementing
them.
The next day we found the vote had gone in
favor of our participation in this little endeavor. Then we were
informed how the contest would be run here in our own village,
starting from that day, you could visit whomever you liked in your
dream. The Dream Reaper would monitor these dreams, and then he
would decide who gave the best performance, and the ten best would
eventually be whittled down to just three. The three of course
would then go on to challenge the neighboring village, but that
would probably not be for a week or two.
That night was going to be special for
everyone. Abby and I had to discuss whether or not to do something
together, or go our separate ways. In the end we decided to do our
own thing, giving both of us a better chance of thinking up
something good.
I already knew where I was going as I started
to fall asleep, I had been shown how to get back to my own world,
and I intended to visit a certain Miss Taylor who was my old
next-door neighbor. I had to check first that she was asleep, and
as luck would have it she was. Then I had to place a suggestion
into her mind that all was well, and she would be having a very
nice sleep. Once this was done, I entered her dream. I found it
involved sex, which was a surprise to me, because Miss Taylor
always came across as someone that was prim and proper, and not in
the least bit active in the sex department.
She had a lovely bust, one that I’d always
admired from afar, and her figure belied her age, in fact she
looked like she was in her thirties as opposed to her forties. So
there I was watching her dominate this weasel of a guy, thinking
how could such a lovely creature, want to dream up such a stupid
looking male specimen.
I made him disappear, and then I put her at
ease by telling her the doctor would see her next. Suddenly she was
fully dressed and entering the doctor’s office, believing that she
had now entered another dream. I sat behind the desk as she
entered.
”Hello, Miss Taylor, please lie on the couch,
and I will join you shortly,” I said, loving every moment of
this.
She took her jacket off and placed it over
the chair, revealing a white blouse and a skirt, and then she lay
on the couch as ordered. I walked over, and for a while played it
seriously.
”Now, I’m going to check you over for any
lumps, so please don’t move,” I said, going into my act.
I slowly started to unfasten her blouse
buttons, allowing each side to slip down revealing her large
breasts as they heaved under her bra. I then told her to undo her
bra, which she did, and then I removed it, placing it on the chair
with her jacket. Her breasts were as magnificent as I thought they
would be, full and rounded with cute nipples. I placed my hands
onto her breasts, pressing gently, and moving around to cover them
both, and her nipples became erect. That told me she was enjoying
this dream. I then unzipped her skirt, and pulled it off. To my
surprise she wasn’t wearing any panties, but then I knew you could
subconsciously participate in your dreams if the thought was strong
enough. Her neatly shaved pubic hairs were a delight to behold, as
I opened her legs to insert a dildo that I imagined into my
hand.
She of course could not see this, and would
assume it was a medical instrument. I pushed it in eliciting a
delighted moan from her lips. Then rhythmically started to fuck her
with it, she in turn started to writhe on the couch, her juices
flowing freely as I stimulated her clitoris with my other
dream was almost a real event, in that you could participate just
as you would in the real world, only here you could dream up just
about any scenario.
Once we got home, we set about making our
vote which Abby returned, and then we decided to sit and think of
how best to impress the judges for our own little contest. Pretty
soon we both had ideas, and were looking forward to implementing
them.
The next day we found the vote had gone in
favor of our participation in this little endeavor. Then we were
informed how the contest would be run here in our own village,
starting from that day, you could visit whomever you liked in your
dream. The Dream Reaper would monitor these dreams, and then he
would decide who gave the best performance, and the ten best would
eventually be whittled down to just three. The three of course
would then go on to challenge the neighboring village, but that
would probably not be for a week or two.
That night was going to be special for
everyone. Abby and I had to discuss whether or not to do something
together, or go our separate ways. In the end we decided to do our
own thing, giving both of us a better chance of thinking up
something good.
I already knew where I was going as I started
to fall asleep, I had been shown how to get back to my own world,
and I intended to visit a certain Miss Taylor who was my old
next-door neighbor. I had to check first that she was asleep, and
as luck would have it she was. Then I had to place a suggestion
into her mind that all was well, and she would be having a very
nice sleep. Once this was done, I entered her dream. I found it
involved sex, which was a surprise to me, because Miss Taylor
always came across as someone that was prim and proper, and not in
the least bit active in the sex department.
She had a lovely bust, one that I’d always
admired from afar, and her figure belied her age, in fact she
looked like she was in her thirties as opposed to her forties. So
there I was watching her dominate this weasel of a guy, thinking
how could such a lovely creature, want to dream up such a stupid
looking male specimen.
I made him disappear, and then I put her at
ease by telling her the doctor would see her next. Suddenly she was
fully dressed and entering the doctor’s office, believing that she
had now entered another dream. I sat behind the desk as she
entered.
”Hello, Miss Taylor, please lie on the couch,
and I will join you shortly,” I said, loving every moment of
this.
She took her jacket off and placed it over
the chair, revealing a white blouse and a skirt, and then she lay
on the couch as ordered. I walked over, and for a while played it
seriously.
”Now, I’m going to check you over for any
lumps, so please don’t move,” I said, going into my act.
I slowly started to unfasten her blouse
buttons, allowing each side to slip down revealing her large
breasts as they heaved under her bra. I then told her to undo her
bra, which she did, and then I removed it, placing it on the chair
with her jacket. Her breasts were as magnificent as I thought they
would be, full and rounded with cute nipples. I placed my hands
onto her breasts, pressing gently, and moving around to cover them
both, and her nipples became erect. That told me she was enjoying
this dream. I then unzipped her skirt, and pulled it off. To my
surprise she wasn’t wearing any panties, but then I knew you could
subconsciously participate in your dreams if the thought was strong
enough. Her neatly shaved pubic hairs were a delight to behold, as
I opened her legs to insert a dildo that I imagined into my
hand.
She of course could not see this, and would
assume it was a medical instrument. I pushed it in eliciting a
delighted moan from her lips. Then rhythmically started to fuck her
with it, she in turn started to writhe on the couch, her juices
flowing freely as I stimulated her clitoris with my other
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