Sorry for an unusual solo/sex dream story. I hope it's acceptable for this subreddit. I drifted off last night to scrolling through reddit's edging stories and just letting myself hurt for a good fucking... and I think my mind never left that dirty space because it took me to the most intense sex dream I have ever had.

There is an Asian woman I know. I see this woman maybe once a year. She's a friend of a friend. Talented artist and does really well for herself. Never married, never had kids, dating people casually. She's in her forties. Tall and toned. Long dark straight hair. Petite perky chest, but a very pronounced ass. She dresses with the utmost respect for what the devil gave her. Heels. Tight jeans or dress pants. Always a top that only goes to her belly button or up to the seam of the pants. It's like she knows to leave her ass on display and covered only by the pant fabric. I swear it's always a thong underneath. Or I'd rather imagine it's nothing at all.

I was very surprised to have her as the star of my dream. The scene I found myself in my sleep:

In a large bedroom, I'm sitting in an antique armchair facing the cerntepriece - a bed with four long posts up to the ceiling that's positioned right in the middle of the room. The bedding is soft ivory with golden speckles. Warm soft evening light covers everything. And there she is. On her side, propping her head against her hand with an elbow on the pillow right atop the covers of the bed. Fully clothed. Her silhouette betraying just how full her ass is. Even despite being sunk in the covers of the bed, you could make out its round outline.

Our eyes were locked. We were perfectly still and motionless, as if willed to be frozen in time and space. I was fully dressed as well. Just sitting there, watching her. The sexual tension was palpable. You could smell the desire, the longing just in that stare alone. Two dripping slits in the room. And yes, I mean slits. Not sluts. Although we may be that as well, but it was our slits that were achingly wet. I could feel my own in the dream, and I somehow had omniscient knowledge of hers.

And then I saw him. The only thing that moved in that scene up until then. The man approached the bed from behind her and positioned himself also on his side right behind her. You could see how he nestled his hips to where her ass was, and as he did so, his arm reached around her front and over her chest and up to her neck. He sternly but slowly grabbed it with his large hand and turned her head around just enough for me to still be able to see how their tongues tied together in a godless kiss.

I just watched. I somehow knew I wasn't allowed to touch myself. I just watched. And what a sight that was. I could see their hips begin to writhe in sync and I swear I could feel his cock pressed against my body. She was so responsive to his touch that I felt her desire over myself.

His hand began to explore. It left her neck and began to raise her top, revealing her tight tits with the hardest nipples I have ever had the pleasure of seeing. It's like he was putting a show on just for me. He wanted me to see her like this. He twisted those nipples, played with them harshly and intentionally, made her grasp for air amidst their kiss. Everything was slow. Yet forceful. Like he couldn't have enough of her. Like he couldn't torture me enough having to watch this.

His hand made it to the top of her jeans while he simultaneously broke their kiss and dove into her neck. She uncontrollably moaned. The jeans button came undone. The zipper. And then the first sudden motion. Startling almost. He yanked those jeans down to her mid-thighs revealing her naked cunt towards me. Well, not entirely. It was covered with a perfectly trimmed dark landing strip. I never took her for the kind of woman that would bare herself entirely.

His fingers dove into her, spreading the lips and finding the clit. He played with her like he was the artist, not her. She moaned and breathed and gasped and mumbled nonsense and danced her ass cheeks further into his cock, with only his clothes now standing in the way.

And just as suddenly as before, but now even with more primal force, he got up to his knees on the bed over her and flipped her onto her stomach and chest, spread her ass to see her pussy hole and her dark flower, released and smacked her bottom cheeks - again and again and again until she was red in the yellow glow - and then he pulled his jeans down, his boxers, and without hesitation lifted up her hips with his arms to give him a better angle, and thrusted his thick cock into her cunt.

She was such a good show. That pronebone position with the utmost perfectly round and bouncing ass. And a good cock showing a good slut - yes, a cunt-whoring slut of a stunning piece of fuckmeat - how to be used just right. He had no mercy on her now. And she was a little demon taking it in and loving it. Possessed by all things made of lust and desire. Her moans turned to screams and begging. No actual words were ever spoken. Just begging screams. You know the kind. The wild kind.

He took it further. Because you can't have that good of an ass and not use it. His finger made it in. Then two. He began to stretch her asshole. Amidst the pleasure screams you could now make out the painful ones. And she loved it. Like she was made for this and only this. Three fingers.

And so he fucked her like this relentlessly. I wanted him to cum inside her so badly. I thought of it, I longed it. I wanted to manifest it. I wanted to see his cum dripping out of her, covering those beautiful sheets. But I could only watch the scene from my chair and hope.

And then I woke up.

I was flustered. Hot. Dazed. And in need. I reached for my nightstand and took out my favorite toy. I've written about this toy before. The ribbed glass one. My pussy was somehow surprisingly dry, but I knew it would only take me moments to work myself up.

I carefully pressed one rib into my cunt. Took it out. In and out. Gently. Until I could feel a little wetness come on. Replaying him choking her and then kissing her neck in my head. One more rib in, stretching my slit. Waking me up to my senses and pleasure. More wetness. The uncontrollable desire to get to her pussy. Had he cum in her, I'd had come over to lick her clean. Three ribs in. I began drenching in my juices, thinking of her body and of his thick cock feeling so full in her tightness. Four ribs in and out. I started to fuck myself. Just as relentlessly. And before I finished myself off, I knew I had to write this.

And here's how I wrote this: After warming up with my ribbed toy, I took out one of my thickest dildos and shoved it in my cunt to keep stretching me while I replayed this dream over and over again, word by word. I put nipple clamps on. I wanted to feel his hand, his twisting as if though it happened to me. I wanted it to hurt this good.

And now that I'm done writing this, I will finish the job for this needy cunt.