He Sleeps and Dreams of Us
[F4M] [witches] [magic] [fantasy] [possible collaboration] [HFO elements] [sleeping] [dream] [captive] [teasing] [oral] [swallow] [a GWA script about GWA]
Summary
Approximately 700 words
The performer calls to her "sisters" in a magic, witching atmosphere as her male subject sleeps. Intended to mirror a male listener dreaming about the voices of GWA and the magic-like power of their audios. Contains some HFO elements as the subject ultimately climaxes in his wet dream. Written with two voices in mind, the artist can chose to perform both or work with another person. The dialogue is purposefully unusual to be weird and witch-like.
Notes
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Known Performances
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[FIRST VOICE]
Sisters!
Witness!
Come!
Witness!
The results of our work are at hand!
He sleeps!
He sleeps and he dreams of us!
Witness!
Our voices!
He hears them!
He hears our voices in his dreams!
Our parables of passion.
Our Siren songs.
He smothers himself in our spells.
We bewitch him.
See him want for our whispered words.
See him twitch for our twisting toungues.
He hears our voices!
He hears us!
He hears us and he lusts!
Now he wakes!
See how he rises!
Watch him stand from his slumber.
See him reach for us.
Watch how he stretches to touch our voices.
Share your voices with him, sisters!
Give him your voices!
For he dreams for us.
He dreams and he lusts for us.
Give him your whispers.
Give him your sighs.
Sing for him your seductive song.
For despite how he tries.
He can't escape our spells.
He is caught.
He is captive.
Compromised.
Our sounds excite him.
Our spells arouse him.
Our words pleasure him.
He lusts for the lick of our lips.
Listen to his heart!
Hear it beating his blood.
Rushing it through him!
Filling him firm.
So hard!
So erect!
His heart races!
His heart races as he dreams!
He listens and he is captured.
He listens and he is tangled.
He struggles for escape.
His heart beats for release from our spells.
He has but one way free.
One relief.
One means to burst out.
His heart beats with fury for it now!
Listen to his heart heave!
See how it makes him swell and surge for relief!
See his desire for us.
He aches to escape now.
He lusts to flood himself free.
Soon now!
Soon, he will have it!
Witness, sisters!
Witness the moment he finds his release!
Would you aid him as struggles to escape?
Would you aid him with more than just your voice?
Would you give him more from your mouth than merely words?
Sisters!
Tell!
Tell how you would twist and twirl your toungues onto him.
Captured now, tell how you would help him to escape.
Tell how you would help him find his release.
[SECOND VOICE]
I will tell!
I would grant him my throat that I captured him with and use it now to free him.
I would tease him with my tongue.
All along it.
Underneath.
At its tip.
Pressing firmly into its skin.
Feeling its pulse.
Feeling its grow harder.
Before I slowly slid it in.
To suck.
Slowly.
And Softly.
I would take it into my mouth.
Feeling it get harder.
Feeling it throb.
Feeling it struggle.
Feeling it throb and struggle for release.
Freedom so close!
But I would make it wait.
Squeezing it.
Feeling it pulse.
Feeling it strain.
Feeling it want.
When at last, I felt it truly deserving of release.
Then I would accept it into my mouth again.
Deep.
To suck it with purpose.
To grant it freedom.
To take it in and out of my mouth.
Running my tongue along it's length.
I would go faster.
Sucking harder.
Until I felt it tremble.
Until I was satisfied with his moans.
I would feel it spasm on my toungue.
As it burst free.
Burst its lust into my throat.
[FIRST VOICE]
Now! Sisters, witness!
Witness our cauldron boil over within him!
See our magic upon him, made manifest in molten white.
See what our voices stir in him.
See what our spells boil inside.
Our rising cauldron of lusting brew
Our fire that we stock and stoke, higher and hotter.
He hears our lips lick
Our toungues tick
Our words hot in his mind like a candle's wick
Then with treat and with trick
Do we lure him
Lusting lunatic
To satisfied sedation,
Sticky and slick
Now! Yes!
It is for us that he bursts!
It is from our seductiions that he escapes free!
We do this to him, sisters!
We capture him then set him free!
He is released now.
But he so loves the thrill of what we do.
He will return to us.
Yes.
He will return to our voices and let us capture him again.
