Dream
Dream: woke up with no memory of the last few weeks, married to an army redneck guy who I had no memory marrying. He was really old fashioned, with very traditional roles in mind for marriage - when I started going through our combined assets and liabilities, he thought it was "cute", and didn't seem to have a problem with me total lack of memory of him. As he went off to do his army stuff for the day, he wanted me to keep house, but wasn't mad when I didn't, he just assumed I was too dainty for hard work, or that he had fucked me so well, I was incapable of doing anything (and he did). It was really hot - he kept seducing me in different areas of the house, saying it wasn't proper to do that where other people might see, but continuing to do it anyway. The whole time he was fucking me up against the kitchen wall, he kept saying, "You're my wife." One of the hottest sex dreams I've had in a while, and also the deepest sleep I've had in some time.
He then heard someone at the door, opened it, and killed some guy standing there with a corkscrew. Covered in blood, he came back, expecting to pick up things where they left off, like nothing had happened.
Yeah, that last part wasn't so much hot as psychotic.
The one thing that baffles me is how content I was, doing almost nothing, being subservient to a person who was my intellectual inferior, and thought that was irrelevant - I was there to serve as hostess, eye candy, and sex toy for this guy, but it was all very sweet and respectable since I was his wife, and I was uncharacteristically ok with being treated as less-than. The stranger marriage aspect is what put it over the top in the hotness quotient; you're not being a slut if you do depraved things with your husband, then you're just being a good little girl.
He then heard someone at the door, opened it, and killed some guy standing there with a corkscrew. Covered in blood, he came back, expecting to pick up things where they left off, like nothing had happened.
Yeah, that last part wasn't so much hot as psychotic.
The one thing that baffles me is how content I was, doing almost nothing, being subservient to a person who was my intellectual inferior, and thought that was irrelevant - I was there to serve as hostess, eye candy, and sex toy for this guy, but it was all very sweet and respectable since I was his wife, and I was uncharacteristically ok with being treated as less-than. The stranger marriage aspect is what put it over the top in the hotness quotient; you're not being a slut if you do depraved things with your husband, then you're just being a good little girl.