When I came downstairs, M was still mostly asleep, face down in the bed. I took off my night shirt and slipped under the covers and curled against her. We snuggled like that for a few minutes, M sharing her warmth with me. After several minutes, she sat up and trotted to the bathroom. When she came back, she curled on the foot of the bed, tangled in my legs, propped a book on my hipbone and started to read. I felt lazy and dizzy and self-indulgent, as if I was mildly stoned. I pulled a pillow half over my head to block the light and stretched. M moved her book further up until it was resting more on my side. I lifted one leg high and swung it over her head and brought it down beside her, so that I was lying flat on my back and she was sitting between my outstretched legs. I stretched like a cat, long and luxurious, shamelessly putting myself on display for her. M shifted her book and continued to read for a while longer, as I let my mind wander. I felt something nudge my flaccid penis in a way that seemed unfamiliar. “What’s that?” I asked. “My nose”, she said, and I could hear a smile in her voice. She nudged it once, twice more, and I felt her hot moist breath.

I laid back, completely passive, ready to have this all wash over me. I felt a tentative lick, then another, and then my prick was immersed in hot wetness. I was swallowed, lost. Like a flip had been switched, my cock thickened and lengthened and outgrew the warm wet confines. Now my cock felt washes of cool air while the warmth covered my swollen head and slid up and down. I arched my back, lifting my hips up, blindly looking for more.

Abruptly, my cock was bobbing free and legs were being disentangled from mine. My head tossed under the pillow and I stretched my legs out, reaching and flexing. A weight settled on my hips and my cock was wrapped by a hot tight velvet glove. My head spun, dizzy and helpless while this succubus sat my my hips and filled my dreams. My entire focus was the slippery sleeve riding my cock, milking, squeezing, bouncing up and down. I thrashed and bucked, twisting any direction that increased the sensations and brought me more pleasure. Panting, writhing, I just wanted to be deeper, to be possessed fully by this poltergeist. And then my shaded eyelids exploded in a kaleidoscope of colors and my prick pulsed hotly and I was suddenly aware of the sound of panting breaths.