The Dream....
A reoccuring dream used to mean bad things for me. Nightmares, sleepless nights, and tears, but now I view dreams in a totally different fasion. Ive had this dream so many times in the past few months I can retell it like a movie..Its a sex dream...about a friend, who I havent really thought of like that in the past. I mean, of course I had a sex dream about him, but Ive had sex dreams about a lot of people. I didnt think it was anything special.
The first time I had this dream, it was all a blur...I didnt recognize, smells, sounds, touches..anything...it was all....well, a blur. But it seems everytime this dream comes back...it gets more vibrant and realistic. Now I can see the room..I think it might have been a studio apartment, because there was no dividing wall between the living room and bedroom. The air smelled very clean and was humid, like someone had just taken a shower.
I could feel the touch of his hands on my face, even though Ive never felt that in real life, and I could feel his lips kiss mine...even though Ive never felt that in real life either. I could hear him whisper in my ear..all the things he wanted to do to me, and how long he's wanted to do them. I felt the breath on my ears...it didnt feel like a dream at all. He whispered to me.. "This isnt about love...its about lust, passion, and desire." I was very happy to hear these things and I smiled..its like he had read my mind verbatum.
Even though love was out of the picture..romance was not. There were candles, flowers, martinis, and pure lust filling the air. He brought strawberries....now before you stop reading and decide that Im a hopeless romantic..I can assure you the looks that were traded were everything but...they were...almost animalistic. I could feel the sexual tension rise the more we put off the devious act. He had played the game, and I wanted him...BAD..but he wanted me too...if not more. He fed me strawberries and looked at my mouth for every bite. The strawberries had to be, by far, the most vivid point of the whole dream. I could taste the sweetness, and the bitterness, and feel the texture on my toungue.
It seems to start out of nowhere....my mind played a soundtrack to the lust driven sex. Metal, of course metal. I could feel the fuzziness of the alcohol kick into my system, and then...it struck..like a lion on its prey, he was on top of me. My clothes were off quickly, but I was caressed slowly, teasingly...he wanted to make me want him until I couldnt take it anymore.
The kiss...amazing, I felt the butterflies, but I felt the anumal inside me too. I wanted to ravish him..to for lack of a better phrase....tear him apart. I ripped his shirt of and felt hot smooth skin against mine. I could remember thinking that he had the softest skin I had ever felt, and he took me wrapped up in his arms...his suprisingly strong arms, and threw me onto the bed...and then he dove on top of me. This is pretty much where the romance girly crap stopped...dead... This was passion now. He kissed me and seemed to take in every part of me...the way I felt, smelled, and how my skin tasted. His eyes were wild with passion and excitment. My senses were in an overload. I was overwhelmed by the thought more than the act. For what seemed like hours, he did all those things to me that he had whispered in my ear. He was all about pleasing me..even dominating me at times. I loved every second of it.
We eventually fell asleep, exausted, but then he woke up and looked at me. Even in my sleep within sleep, I felt him looking at me, and I asked him "what?" he told me had something important that he wanted to tell me..and I needed to hear it now.....then I woke up...I always wake up before he tells me what he has to tell me...and its driving me nuts! I know this is my own little fantasy world, far separated from reality, but I have to know...
Now, whenever I have that dream, I wake up smelling cleanliness, and tasting strawberries.
The first time I had this dream, it was all a blur...I didnt recognize, smells, sounds, touches..anything...it was all....well, a blur. But it seems everytime this dream comes back...it gets more vibrant and realistic. Now I can see the room..I think it might have been a studio apartment, because there was no dividing wall between the living room and bedroom. The air smelled very clean and was humid, like someone had just taken a shower.
I could feel the touch of his hands on my face, even though Ive never felt that in real life, and I could feel his lips kiss mine...even though Ive never felt that in real life either. I could hear him whisper in my ear..all the things he wanted to do to me, and how long he's wanted to do them. I felt the breath on my ears...it didnt feel like a dream at all. He whispered to me.. "This isnt about love...its about lust, passion, and desire." I was very happy to hear these things and I smiled..its like he had read my mind verbatum.
Even though love was out of the picture..romance was not. There were candles, flowers, martinis, and pure lust filling the air. He brought strawberries....now before you stop reading and decide that Im a hopeless romantic..I can assure you the looks that were traded were everything but...they were...almost animalistic. I could feel the sexual tension rise the more we put off the devious act. He had played the game, and I wanted him...BAD..but he wanted me too...if not more. He fed me strawberries and looked at my mouth for every bite. The strawberries had to be, by far, the most vivid point of the whole dream. I could taste the sweetness, and the bitterness, and feel the texture on my toungue.
It seems to start out of nowhere....my mind played a soundtrack to the lust driven sex. Metal, of course metal. I could feel the fuzziness of the alcohol kick into my system, and then...it struck..like a lion on its prey, he was on top of me. My clothes were off quickly, but I was caressed slowly, teasingly...he wanted to make me want him until I couldnt take it anymore.
The kiss...amazing, I felt the butterflies, but I felt the anumal inside me too. I wanted to ravish him..to for lack of a better phrase....tear him apart. I ripped his shirt of and felt hot smooth skin against mine. I could remember thinking that he had the softest skin I had ever felt, and he took me wrapped up in his arms...his suprisingly strong arms, and threw me onto the bed...and then he dove on top of me. This is pretty much where the romance girly crap stopped...dead... This was passion now. He kissed me and seemed to take in every part of me...the way I felt, smelled, and how my skin tasted. His eyes were wild with passion and excitment. My senses were in an overload. I was overwhelmed by the thought more than the act. For what seemed like hours, he did all those things to me that he had whispered in my ear. He was all about pleasing me..even dominating me at times. I loved every second of it.
We eventually fell asleep, exausted, but then he woke up and looked at me. Even in my sleep within sleep, I felt him looking at me, and I asked him "what?" he told me had something important that he wanted to tell me..and I needed to hear it now.....then I woke up...I always wake up before he tells me what he has to tell me...and its driving me nuts! I know this is my own little fantasy world, far separated from reality, but I have to know...
Now, whenever I have that dream, I wake up smelling cleanliness, and tasting strawberries.