2004-11-10
To sleep, perchance to dream...
Sex dreams rock! Why can’t I have vivid sex dreams every night?! I love sex dreams, yet I either very rarely have them or just don’t remember them. With three young kids I am up often enough during the night that if I were having sex dreams, I think I would be able to at least remember that I was having one…. But last night, last night not only did I have a very vivid sex dream, but I remember the whole damn thing.
It was a dream, so the beginning of it is a little misty. I am not sure how I got there, but I was in the basement of my mother’s house, the house where I grew up. I was not there with my wife, but I was there with her blessing. I was naked and hard, really hard. I was there with the wife of one of my co-workers. My co-worker was not there, but I had the feeling that his wife was there with his blessing as well (though in the dream, I really would not have cared). We see this couple socially fairly frequently. We all get along very well and I occasionally see this woman, we will call her K, at the gym while I am working out. K is a nurse about 28 years old with black hair, great legs and as studied through her spandex at the gym, firm, full perky tits and an extraordinary ass. K really likes to talk, but it was more than talking that made this dream memorable.
As I mentioned, I was naked; naked, hard and shaved. K was not naked. She was wearing more of a workout outfit, but not spandex. She was wearing a white cotton tank top, red nylon running shorts, little white athletic socks, and white running shoes. I was not embarrassed or nervous about being naked in front of her, it all felt very natural. We were discussing our sex lives with our respective spouses. I told her how my wife’s sex drive had fallen from hot to non-existent over the course of our eight-year romance. I told her how things used to be; how we would stay up all night in marathon sex sessions, how we experimented with positions, anal and oral sex, how we could not keep our hands off of each other. Then I finally described how far we had fallen. I described how we had gotten pregnant virtually every time we made love over the last few years. How she would only show the slightest sign of interest when she was at her most fertile. I described hiring a weekly housekeeper to keep her from being to tired. I talked about giving hand, neck, back, and feet massages. I talked about the babysitters and trying to date her regularly to maintain our romance. I guess she told me what I have wanted to hear; that it is not what I have done or not done. It is not me, it is my wife, but probably not by her choice.
I will not go into detail about what K said about her relationship, because so far as I know, in reality it is not true, but in my dream their relationship was similar, except it was K who needed more. K related her unfulfilled desires and fantasies. Shortly after we agreed to help each other and were about to begin to explore each other with our hands, the doorbell rang (hey, it was a dream, I cannot control this stuff).
K said, “They must be here” and ran to answer the door. She came back with a couple I had never seen. K quickly explained that if we were going to a couple we might as well enjoy all the benefits the Lifestyle has to offer to a couple. The couple that entered the room was young, probably early twenties. I really did not take note of the male; I was far too locked in on the female. She was incredible! In fact, she reminded me of my college girlfriend. She had long-blonde hair, was very petite with skinny legs, no ass and very small breasts. From the moment she entered the room, I sort of forgot about K. As I spoke to this blond nymph I worked my fingers up her legs, under her shorts and into her shaved, juicy box. I quickly discovered that she was on her period and her tampon blocked my fingers. She seemed a bit embarrassed and as she started to apologize, I did not miss the beat and went after her box with my mouth and tongue. I used to routinely go down on my college girlfriend during her period. I never had a problem eating around a tampon. But my wife does not let my face near her pussy and certainly would never dream of letting me anywhere near her when “Aunt Flo” is around. I felt like I could taste this tremendous pussy. I licked her slit and found the nub of her clit. I was starting to get into eating her out when….
My two year old came into our room and woke me from this fantastic dream. The shaved box quickly disappeared and I found myself in my darkened bedroom with a twitching hard-on (I think I had to have been moments from making this sex dream a wet dream) and a toddler asking for a drink of water.
Well, maybe K and I can meet-up again with our friends sometime soon. I wish I could program myself to have more dreams like this.
Are their any amateur physiologists out there that would like to take a stab at analyzing a dream that involves: A) the house I grew up in (Mom’s house) B) My being the only naked person in the dream C) Having a long discussion with a nurse concerning my sex life and D) Actually having intimate contact with someone other than the nurse.
-- rockabillie at 9:45 a.m.