Pixie Dust Dreams
By Hot Jeannie ©2007
“Wow, that was one hell of a dream” I said aloud, though I was in bed alone.
I awoke with a raging hard-on seemingly one millisecond away from cumming. It didn’t take many strokes and I coated my belly with pent-up semen. I tried to remember details of the dream but it was already fading fast. Too fast. I only vaguely remembered something of rapidly beating wings, like a dragonfly’s. How that would get me stiff was anyone’s guess.
I showered, dressed and went to work. All day I kept having subconscious flashbacks from my dream. Little snippets would come back to me—tiny hands (?); gossamer wings (?); light, twittering sighs (?)—but they made no sense. I absently wondered if I could return to this dream tonight, though I’ve never rekindled a dream before.
I won’t bore you with details, but the day was uneventful. When I climbed into bed the dream of the night before was mostly forgotten. Ever since the divorce I’ve slept in the nude. My ex thought it was uncivilized to sleep in anything besides proper pajamas. Fuck her, I thought—more than likely someone else was now—though they’re surely discovering her lack of, shall we say, ‘enthusiasm’ for the act.
Except for the occasional girlfriend my eight-inch buddy hasn’t had much action lately, so maybe that’s the reason for the enigmatic dream, I thought as I fell asleep. The dream...
The pixie flew toward me, her long blonde hair billowing in the wind but somehow remaining untangled with her shimmering, diaphanous wings. She buzzed around me several times as if sizing me up. I think she was saying something, yet all I heard was a ringing sound not unlike a crystal glass struck repeatedly by a spoon. The flying sprite was about six inches tall and completely naked, with proportionate pointy tits and no obvious pubic hair. Since I was naked too, she could see my growing erection and gleefully it seemed hovered around its turgid shaft, somehow trying to grasp it while still beating her wings. Her tiny eyes fixed on mine as she...
I awoke with a start. Did I only imagine the buzzing, tinkling sound as I climbed from sleep? My cock was hard and throbbing. I had to jerk off for relief just as I did the morning before. My volume surprised me; one rope even flew right over me and splashed the headboard! Maybe I watched too many Disney movies when I was a kid, I thought, as this latest dream faded from memory. I cleaned up the ‘mess’ and got ready for work.
Another uneventful day at the office, though for some reason I kept forgetting things and generally fucking things up. I couldn’t help but ponder the strange dream two nights in a row. Would there be a third?
I heard the buzzing of
beating wings before I heard the strange tinkling voice again. The pixie
was embracing my erection as it stood tall, her beating wings creating a
slight pleasing vibrating effect. I
realized
she was trying to beat me off, not with a hand job but with a ‘body job’.
She must have known I was close, for suddenly in a near panic she flew up to
my left ear, the tinkling morphing into a strange sounding voice.
“Don’t zzzz wake zzzz up! I zzzz need zzzz your zzzz sperm zzzz to zzzz make zzzz me zzzz into zzzz real zzzz girl... zzzz but zzzz only zzzz while zzzz you’re zzzz sleeping!”
I woke up. My cock was absolutely throbbing so when I palmed the shaft I came immediately. Three images from my dream came awake with me from dreamland: tiny pointed tits, flowing golden-blond hair, and buzzing in my ear. It was still dark, so I looked over at the bedside clock to see it was 2:40. I got up to take a leak and to clean up the pools of ejaculate on me and all over the bed. I was exhausted, and welcomed a few more hours of sleep. I hoped I could.
“Pleazzzzzz don’t zzzz wake up zzzz I zzzz need zzzz you!”
After whispering (?) in my ear, the pixie flew down to my flaccid cock and pulled and tugged at it trying to get me hard. At first she wasn’t succeeding, however after watching her tiny nipples jounce and being mesmerized by the dewy little cleft between her legs, my cock began to stir. She kept rubbing her body against my cock and it kept stiffening. When I was mostly hard, she actually alit at my groin and admired her handiwork—my erection—with a big smile on her pixie face.
She flew back to my ear and said, “Don’t zzzz wake zzzz up zzzz this zzzz time...I zzzz promise zzzz I’ll zzzz pay zzzz you zzzz back zzzz tenfold.”
She flew in front of my face and straddled the tip of my nose. I tried to focus cross-eyed on her but couldn’t, though I felt the wetness between her legs. My cock was as hard as ever. She made a louder tinkling sound and rushed down to my erection and wrapped her arms around it in sort of a bear hug. Her wings beat faster and soon she was riding up and down on my shaft, rubbing her spectacularly wet slit over the engorged flesh. I felt like I’ve never felt before.
“I’m gonna cum,” I muttered and she twittered in apparent glee. I shot first one, then two, then three ropes into the air. The pixie flew in an arc, seemingly to maximize the amount of my cum that rained onto her tiny body. She was buzzing with excitement, coated in much of my love goo. She flew up to my ear again and said (buzzed?) “Thank you,” leaving a small trace of something wet (semen?) on my earlobe.
The bedroom ‘changed’ somehow. Was I awake? My belly and groin were covered in ejaculate; quite a lot it seemed. The dream was still vivid, not fading like every other one I’ve had. It felt weird, like maybe I was in a fog. I guessed I was still sleeping, though my flying pixie friend no longer was buzzing around my cock.
“Thank you,” she said again. I heard her more plainly now. I looked to the foot of the bed to see a blonde girl on her hands and knees facing me. She was naked. I caught a glimpse of shimmering gold vibrating at her back, but the shimmering was quickly disappearing. I would have dismissed it as a figment of my dream-imagination if I didn’t remember the beating wings of my earlier night visitor. My foggy, dream-addled mind somehow accepted the fact a naked young girl was in my bed. Hell, if I accepted a flying 6-inch pixie, why wouldn’t I accept a strange naked young girl in my bed. Dreams are like that, I thought.
She stared at me before thanking me again. “You didn’t wake up that time, so now I can become a real human girl like I always dreamed of.”
Wow, this dream-talking sure seemed real! “How did I help that happen?” I asked.
She laughed. “By your sperm, silly!” She followed that by licking away a vestige of semen at the corner of her lips.
I couldn’t believe this. She looked so sexy as she smiled, her grey eyes shining and her pointed little tits quavering as she breathed. She crept up beside me and reminded me of her promise.
“I told you that if you didn’t wake up and you came on me while dreaming that I would be very grateful and that I would let you take me. Well, now is your chance...and I see you will be...er....able.”
Indeed, I was pretty hard once more. Still on her hands and knees, she turned around and wiggled her ass at me. I needed no more of an invitation. Her skin was white-to-pink and quite soft. Her pussy was hairless, its folds pink and (still?) wet. I got behind her and placed the head of my cock at her opening and eased in. She was extremely tight; I wondered how young she was—this pixie-turned-human? She uttered an “Mmmmmm” as I inched deeper. As I pushed further into her she moaned but otherwise didn’t object. I took that as a good sign, and kept going. Soon I was fully within the vise that was her vagina. I grabbed her soft, girlish hips and began thrusting in earnest, thinking I was lucky the pixie chose to become human as a virginal preteen. She was becoming more lubricated, making it easier to fuck her. Her moans grew louder as I thrust harder. I couldn’t believe it; her vagina walls spasmed and clamped down on my cock. Was she cumming already? I didn’t know, but I was sure ready to spew.
She cried when she felt my ejaculatory spasms deep within her tight cunt, as if my orgasm was more important to her getting off than anything she felt within herself. “Oh God,” I groaned as I pumped several more ropes into her.
Can you fall asleep if you’re already dreaming? Well... I did.
Was I awake or still sleeping? I rolled over to find a young, naked, wispy blonde lying next to me. She smiled. I figured I must still be dreaming.
“This is wonderful being like this,” she said. She made a mischievous little pout before adding, “Even if I can’t fly any more.” She followed that with an even wider smile. She reached down and grasped my limp cock. “I promised, I guess, so if you can, you can have me again before I go.
If I said my cock sprang to erection I would’ve been exaggerating. I did get hard very quickly, though. She lay on her back and I got between her thin legs. She pulled me into her tight pussy and I began to hump her hard. Jesus, she climaxed almost immediately, screaming loudly. She began to thrust her lithe hips out to meet mine. She had another orgasm, and this one triggered mine. Only in a dream could I cum so much and so violently after cumming only hours(?) earlier. She wouldn’t let me pull out, so my sated cock wilted within the tender confines of her girlishly tight vagina.
I awoke. This time there was no doubt, I surmised, since there wasn’t a girl in my bed—nor a flying little pixie for that matter—and the first light of dawn was sneaking through the window blinds. I and the bed WERE soaked in cum, so that part of my dream seemed to be real. Best damned wet dream since I was a young teen!
On the way to work, I stopped at a coffee shop. A young blonde girl was the only one seated at the otherwise empty store. As I bought my latte, I couldn’t help but look at the girl. Something about her was familiar but I couldn’t place her. She sensuously sipped from her cup, occasionally licking the rim. I had to turn awkwardly to hide my sudden erection from the clerk! As if the young blonde sensed my distress, she raised her eyes to meet mine, and smiled, giving her cup rim another lick. As I rushed from the shop with the bulge in my pants, I pondered why she looked so familiar—and why I had such an erotic response to a teenaged stranger.
That night—no pixie dust dream. I saw the girl's face though. When I jerked off, my cum nearly hit the ceiling.