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Dreaming of master again, the room is warm and full of plushies, I sit in her bed, blankets smelling of her wrapped around me as I watch her play the Star Wars game. It's always nice watching her do something she loves, but sometimes, I really wish she would give me a bit more attention. I wish I could wrap my arms around her and kiss her neck a bit, but I don't want to distract her either. So tepidly I stare, smiling at every noise she makes, waiting, waiting, so patiently for her to finish. For her to stretch, yawn, and when she looks at me, my heart melts as she smiles and speaks in a soft voice, apologizing for making me wait. She chides me for not having gone to bed on my own, but how can I? I want her to take my hands and hold them, I want her to gently stroke the sides of my waist, I want to feel the duality of her hands, one smooth, one rough, slide across my bare skin, breath quickening as she leans forward and kisses me right as I whine. With a giggle, she indulges me, and I can't help but feel so happy, so blessed, that I have found a master so kind and gentle as her. I can feel the comforting weight of her tail wrap between her legs as she settles under the blankets, and although I have half a mind to complain about the way she's hogging so much of the blankets again and that she forgot to move her hair out of the way, I can't bring myself to do so. She's tired too after all, and with a satisfied heart, I am the happiest maid in the world as I watch my master's breathing even out, and with a kiss to her forehead, I fall asleep with her.
Goodnight Selen, thank you for the stream, I know I will be alone in my head when I wake up, but thank you for taking the time to visit my dreams. I love you
