2006-01-16
Dream Number 2
I have written about sex dreams once before. They just don’t happen often enough in my book, or at least don’t happen and I remember them enough. May be they just have to be particularly vivid for me to remember them.
My dream last night was about one of my wife’s oldest friends. In fact, my kids call her “Aunt X.” Aunt X and her husband are two of the nicest people on earth, very active in Church and the community. I would not classify either one as a “head turner”, but personality wise, both are great. In my dream last night, Aunt X and her husband took pity on me. The early details are once again a bit hazy, but I’ll be damned if I was not at my mothers house again, the house in which I grew up. In case you are wondering, no, my mother was in way involved in either of the dreams I have written about, but it does sort of bother me that both dreams happened there….
Anyway, where I really remember things picking up, Aunt X and her husband was telling me that I had better hurry if I wanted do anything. Then, very out of character for them, they started making demands, where are the condoms?! Do you have any lube?! I had to run to every closet in the house searching for the lube and the condom scene was basically right out of the 40 year-old Virgin (which I had just seen for the first time this weekend). The condoms were old condoms from my stash from my college days and they kept failing, either upon putting them on or attempting to enter Aunt X. In the end the only condom that seemed to be able to hold-up was a Magnum XL, which seemed to want to slip off my semi-erect self. Finally, as the pile of discarded condoms grew, we all agreed to forego the condoms.
Aunt X and I moved to the living room, where not only her husband was prepared to watch us, but there was another couple there. I don’t think it was the couple from the last dream, but someone was there. It does not really matter, as by this time, I was ready to get busy with Aunt X and quickly forgot about the audience. I mapped Aunt X’s body with my hands and mouth. In my dream, she had the tiniest nipples atop her swollen breasts and an extraordinarily juicy box. I finally started hammering myself home in good rhythm with her when ………….
Once again, I was awoken by one of my kids. Maybe this is the real reason I only remember a few of the dreams, it is only the ones that I get awoken in the middle of. The three year-old had to pee and wanted my blessing. I had just knew I had been on the edge of coming and my cock was twitching in my pajamas. I did the fatherly thing with my three year old and got him back to bed. I knew the moment for Aunt X and I was gone, but it was a cool dream none the less.
I still do not look at K (from the first dream) the same way when I see. I still think about her in my dream. I wonder if it will be the same with Aunt X? I might only be able to see her little eraser nub nipples when I talk to her.
-- rockabillie at 9:53 a.m.