😴 The Dreamer

Erika sat cross-legged on the mat, eyes closed and breathing steadily. She had been practicing yoga for two months now, ever since she had met Mary. At first, Erika had just wanted to get as flexible as the girls in the videos she found online, but soon enough, she realized that there was much more to it than just physical exercise.

Mary was an amazing teacher – not only did she know everything there was to know about stretching, but she also had a way of making each lesson feel like a magical journey into the depths of one's own body. And then there were those moments when their training would turn into something else entirely...

It started innocently enough – a touch here, a stroke there, until eventually, they found themselves exploring various exotic ways to stretch and get off while doing it. It turned out that being able to bend your body in unimaginable ways could lead to some truly mind-blowing orgasms.

But today, as Erika lay on her back with her legs wrapped around her own body, feeling her feet wiggling against her own shoulder blades as Mary pushed her tongue deeper inside her pussy, she couldn't help but wonder if they had already reached the peak of what once was only a dream...

"Have you ever heard of the art of dreaming?" Mary casually asked the same evening, after they had both recovered from yet another intense session of lovemaking.

"What do you mean, Mary?" Erika replied, still a bit breathless from the excitement.

"Well," began Mary, sitting down next to Erika on the couch, "you know how when we sleep at night, our minds create these incredible worlds full of possibilities? What if I told you that you could learn to control those dreams, to shape them according to your will?"

"Huh? Really?" Erika said, genuinely surprised.

"Yes," nodded Mary confidently. "I've been practicing it myself for quite some time now, and let me tell you, it has changed my life completely."

"So, how does one go about learning this 'art of dreaming,' then?" inquired Erika, her curiosity piqued.

"That's where things get interesting," smiled Mary enigmatically. "You see, becoming a dreamer requires more than just wishful thinking – it demands discipline, focus, and most importantly, patience."

"Sounds like yoga," remarked Erika.

"Yes, that's why I think you might be ready for it," agreed Mary, reaching out to gently stroke Erika's face with her fingertips.

"Alright," said Erika, taking a deep breath. "Just show me what I need to do."

"The first step is easy," explained Mary, leaning back against the cushions. "All you have to do is lie down on your bed tonight, close your eyes, and try to visualize yourself looking at your own hands."

"My hands? That sounds simple enough," mused Erika.

"I thought so too, but I had no idea it would take me almost three months to finally see them clearly," confessed Mary sheepishly.

"Three months? Seriously?" gasped Erika, horrified at the prospect.

"Don't worry," assured Mary, giving Erika's hand a reassuring squeeze. "Everyone learns at their own pace. The important thing is to keep trying every single night until you succeed."

And so, each night, Erika would lie down on her bed, close her eyes, and attempt to visualize herself looking at her own hands within the confines of her dreams. At first, it seemed impossible – no matter how hard she tried, all she could see were vague shapes and shadows dancing just beyond the edges of her mind's eye. But then, slowly but surely, those images began to crystallize into something more tangible...

It started with an outline here, a hint of color there, until eventually, Erika found herself standing in a vast open field surrounded by tall grass swaying gently in the breeze. She looked around excitedly, unsure of what to do next, when suddenly, she felt a strange tingling sensation spreading across her body.

"What is this?" she thought nervously, glancing down. But instead of finding any answers, she discovered something far more unexpected: her bare breasts were swelling rapidly before her very eyes!

At first, they only grew slightly larger than usual, but soon enough, they had expanded to nearly twice the size she used to admire while taking showers in the morning. And yet somehow, despite their enormity, they remained perfectly round and firm, jutting proudly from her chest like two ripe melons begging to be touched.

As if drawn by some magnetic force, Erika couldn't help but reach up to cup them in her hands, marveling at their warmth and softness as she squeezed gently. Her nipples stiffened immediately under the pressure of her fingers, sending shockwaves of pleasure radiating outwards through her entire being...

"Oh my god," she moaned softly, leaning back against an unseen support and arching her back invitingly. "This must be what heaven feels like!"

Just then, another figure appeared before her – a tall, dark-haired woman wearing nothing but a pair of black lace panties that left little to the imagination. She smiled knowingly at Erika, sauntering forward with deliberate grace before stopping just inches away from where she stood.

"Hi there," she said smoothly, extending one hand towards Erika while using the other to slowly stroke her own erect nipple. "My name is Mary."

"I-I know who you are," stammered Erika nervously, unable to tear her gaze away from the woman's hypnotic eyes. "You taught me how to control my dreams..."

"That's right," nodded Mary, her voice low and sultry. "And now I'm here to show you what else is possible when you learn to harness the power of your subconscious mind."

With that, she leaned in close, pressing her lips against Erika's in a passionate kiss that seemed to go on forever. When they finally broke apart, both women were breathless with desire, their bodies pressed so tightly together that it felt like they might melt into one another at any moment.

"Come," whispered Mary, taking Erika by the hand and leading her deeper into the field. "There's something special waiting for us over there..."

As they walked, Erika couldn't help but notice how perfectly her newfound breasts fit against Mary's equally impressive curves. Their naked skin brushed enticingly against each other with every step, sending shivers down her spine and making her pussy throb unbearably between her legs.

Eventually, they arrived at a small wooden cabin nestled among the trees at the edge of the field. Inside, it was surprisingly cozy and well-appointed – complete with plush couches, a roaring fireplace, and even a fully stocked bar.

"This place belongs to me," explained Mary, pouring them each a glass of red wine before settling onto one of the couches. "I come here whenever I need some time away from the real world."

"It's beautiful," breathed Erika, sipping her drink slowly as she sank back into the cushions beside her dark-haired lover. "But why are we here?"

"To explore the limits of your imagination," grinned Mary, setting aside her own glass and leaning in closer. "Tonight, we're going to make all your fantasies come true..."

With that, she reached out and gently slid her fingers underneath Erika's chin, tilting her head up until their lips met once more. This kiss was slower, more deliberate than before – a deep, passionate exchange that seemed to go on for hours.

When they finally broke apart, both women were panting heavily, their eyes locked together in a silent promise of pleasure yet to come. Then, without warning, Mary reached down and grabbed hold of Erika's massive tits, squeezing them roughly between her hands while simultaneously thrusting her tongue deep inside the younger woman's mouth.

Erika arched her back and moaned loudly into the kiss, feeling her pussy flood with wetness at the rough treatment of her sensitive breasts. She could feel Mary's hard nipples pressed against her own as they kissed, sending sparks of lust coursing through her entire body.

Eventually, however, Mary pulled back, leaving Erika gasping for breath as she stared wide-eyed at her lover. Her cheeks were flushed red, her eyes glazed over with lust, and her chest heaved wildly as she struggled to regain control of herself.

"That was just the beginning," purred Mary, running her fingertips lightly along Erika's collarbone before tracing them slowly downwards towards her breasts. "Now it's time to take things to the next level..."

With that, she bent down and took one of Erika's erect nipples into her mouth, sucking it gently while swirling her tongue around its tender flesh. At the same time, she reached up with her other hand and began massaging Erika's other breast, rolling the stiff peak between her fingers until it stood proudly upright from its surrounding areola.

Erika whimpered softly, arching her back even further as waves of pleasure washed over her entire body. Her pussy clenched rhythmically between her legs, soaked with arousal and begging for release. But still, Mary kept teasing her – lapping at her tits with her long, wet tongue while simultaneously pinching and twisting the needy peaks until they were almost painfully hard.

Finally, she pulled away from Erika's chest with an audible pop and looked up into her eyes with a wicked grin. "You want more?" she asked playfully, raising an eyebrow in challenge.

"Yes!" gasped Erika, thrusting her hips forward desperately as if trying to hump the air itself. "I need it... please..."

Mary chuckled darkly, leaning back against the couch and spreading her legs wide open. "Then come here and show me how much you want it," she ordered seductively, running her fingertips along the inside of her thighs.

Erika didn't need any further encouragement. With a wild cry, she launched herself across the distance separating them, landing on top of Mary in a tangle of limbs and moaning bodies.

Their lips met once more in another passionate kiss, tongues dueling furiously as they ground their hips together, rubbing their slick pussies against each other in search of sweet relief. And all around them, the fire crackled merrily, casting flickering shadows across their naked skin as they lost themselves completely in the heat of their desire.

As they lay tangled together on the couch later that night, both women were panting heavily from their exertions – their bodies covered in a thin sheen of sweat and glistening enticingly under the soft glow of the firelight.

"So what do you think?" asked Mary finally, breaking the silence between them with a satisfied smile. "Pretty amazing, huh?"

"It was incredible," agreed Erika breathlessly, still unable to believe that all of this had actually happened. "But I don't understand... how did we get here? What is this place?"

"This is our shared dreamscape," explained Mary patiently, gently stroking her fingers through Erika's hair. "It exists only within our minds, created by the power of our imaginations. And while it may not be entirely 'real', it's certainly more than just a figment of our dreams."

Erika frowned thoughtfully, trying to wrap her head around the concept. "So we can visit this place whenever we want?" she asked slowly.

"That's right," nodded Mary emphatically. "From now on, whenever you need an escape from reality or simply crave some quality time with me, all you have to do is close your eyes and let yourself drift off into sleep. I'll always be here waiting for you."

"And what about when we're awake?" queried Erika hesitantly.

Mary smiled warmly at her lover. "Well, I'm not going anywhere," she promised softly. "But it's getting late, which means it's already morning back in the real world. So I think it might be time for us both to wake up now."

"Already?" whined Erika petulantly, pouting like a child who didn't want their bedtime story to end.

Mary chuckled softly, leaning down to kiss the top of her head affectionately. "I know, baby," she murmured reassuringly. "But don't worry, we'll be back here soon enough... in our shared dreamscape."

With that, she gently stroked her fingers across Erika's forehead, whispering a hypnotic suggestion under her breath as she did so: "Sleep now... sleep deep... and remember..."

Erika felt herself growing drowsy almost instantly, her eyelids fluttering shut as darkness enveloped her once more. And as she drifted off into blissful oblivion, one thought lingered on the edge of her consciousness:

This was only just beginning...