Let me go back to sleep, I was having and awesome dream...
Last night I had the strangest dream
I sailed away to China
In a little row boat to find ya
And you said you had to get your laundry cleaned
Didn't want no-one to hold you
What does that mean
And you said
Ain't nothin' gonna to break my stride
Nobody's gonna slow me down, oh-no
I got to keep on movin'
Ain't nothin' gonna break my stride
I'm running and I won't touch ground
Oh-no, I got to keep on movin'...
Sorry about that. For some reason, when I get to talking about a dream that I had "last night", that song (Break My Stride, by Matthew Wilder) pops into my head and I just can't seem to get it out. For those of you, who happen to be under the age range of about 25 to 30, who are saying to yourselves "I've never heard that song," it was a top ten hit back in 1984.
Any way, where was I. Oh yeah.
Last night, I had one of those dreams where, when you wake up from it, it takes a moment for your mind to sort out whether or not it was real or just imagined because of how live and vivid it seemed while dreaming it. It was also a dream that was very emotionally and erotically stimulating.
In my mind, it was so intense that, when I finally realized that I had only been dreaming it made me want to wake my wife out of her sleep and make passionate love to her; and at the same time, it left me feeling kind of sad at the fact that it had only been a dream. If it hadn't been for the fact that she had just spent the entire day driving from client meeting to client meeting, and desperately needed the sleep she was getting, I think I would have snuggled over to her and tried to get her up and in the mood.
WARNING: Erotically Graphic.
I had just arrived home from a long business trip, and was anxious to get inside to see my wife and my son. When I came through the door, into our living room, Karen was sitting on the couch, dressed in a dark teal satin teddy with crotchless white pantyhose. She had on dark eye makeup, and her lips were wet and glossy from the blood red lipstick she was wearing. As she winked at me and said hello, her fingers brought a long VS 120 cigarette up to her lips. As I watched her light her cigarette I noticed her long fingernails were painted the same shiny red that was on her lips, and as she pulled the cigarette from her mouth and blew a long stream of airy smoke into the air, I couldn't help but notice the lipstick print left behind on the cigarette. The phallic symbolism of that imagery sent electric shivers down my spine.
"The baby is at your Mom's house all night, so it will be just you and me here all evening," she said as she blew another stream of smoke towards me and walked over to where I was standing with my mouth hanging half way to the floor. I was stunned. My feet locked into place. My wife was looking so incredibly hot, and my mind raced to think of what she was up to.
Karen kissed me full on the mouth, and started tugging all of my clothes off of me. It was a sexy strip tease, but she was stripping me instead of herself. She didn't leave a single item on me; socks, watch, or even my wedding ring. Karen gave my excited member a couple of tugs while laughing at how easily she was getting me excited, and then she reached over to the coffee table and picked up a silky black blindfold. She let me watch her take another drag on her cigarette, blowing the smoke into my face, and she placed the blind fold over my head and over my eyes; fastening the tie strap at the base of my head around my neck. I asked what it was that she had planned for the evening and before I could even finish my question, or utter another sound, her soft lips pressed against mine again, and she said "shhh. Don't you worry about a thing. Just relax, trust me and go along with everything I tell you to do. Ok?" "OK," I excitedly replied.
She took my hand and led me through the house and out to the garage. It seemed as if she had planned for everything, because although it was only 30 degrees outside I was not at all chilled. I could feel plastic sheeting under my feet, and what felt to be some form of carpeting or padding under that so that I wasn't standing on the bare cold concrete. Plastic sheeting? My mind raced to figure out what that might imply.
She told me to raise my hands up over my head, and as I did she strapped my wrists into a pair of velcro fastening cuffs that were obviously attached to the ceiling. Once secured, she pulled the ropes that I was attached to and stretched me out until my arms were fully extended up over my head and out from my body. Then she told me to spread my legs about shoulder width apart. As soon as my feet were firmly planted in place, I felt Karen secure my ankles to a bar of some sort, which held my legs from coming back together. "I want you completely unable to move while I shave you TOTALLY bald," she said.
I heard the clippers pop to life, followed by their seductive hum and buzz. Karen walked around behind me and started shearing the hair off of the back of my head. My hair had grown out to a length of about an inch and a half at this point, so there was plenty of hair raining down my bare back. The hair tickled as it tumbled on its way down to the floor around me. Normally I hate to be tickled, but this was a good kind of tickle. Karen reached up to the top of my head, grabbed a handfull of hair and pulled my head straight back, until my face was pointed towards the ceiling and then placed her hand on my forehead to hold my head back as far as she could without causing me to be in pain. I could smell the cigarette still held in her left hand. The warming blade of the clippers were placed at the front of my forehead and pulled straight back through the middle of my hair. Karen repeated this process twice more, with a mowed path to either side of the first, and then she took a short pause to take a couple of drags off of her cigarette, blowing the warm smoke over the shorn areas of my head. I heard her put her cigarette out in the ashtray, and then she returned to her position behind me, pulled my head back into position, and finished shearing my hair off from each side of my head; first the right and then the left until she had worked her way around my ears and the strap of my blindfold.
Karen stepped around to my front and began buzzing the goatee off of my chin. The warm clippers felt strange on my face. In three short strokes my beard was gone, on the floor with the hair from my head. She carefully worked the clippers under my nose and stripped my mustache from my face. Just as I was taking a deep breath (having been holding it so as to not get any of my mustache hairs up my nose), and letting myself relax, I felt the clippers shear off my left eyebrow; moving from the outside of my brow to the center. Before I could even think about what she had just done, the clippers were shifted to her other hand and the right eyebrow had met the same fate as the other. The only hair left on my head, other than the stubble that the clippers had left behind, were my eyelashes.
While my mind was still absorbing the fact that Karen had not only shaved my head, but had also removed my beard, mustache, and my eyebrows (which I had never done before in all of the years of shaving my head), the clippers begain mowing a bare path up my right leg. I could feel a strange, and unfamiliar, sensation as my legs sensed air movement against the skin for the first time. First my right leg, and then my left, followed by the hair on my butt cheeks. My body was now completely hairless except for the hair on my stomach; which I knew Karen would leave in place because she likes to snuggle up against its warm softness.
Karen used a spray bottle of warm water to mist down my entire body, from my neck down to my feet. I heard the sound of shaving cream being sprayed out of its can, and then the thick foamy sensation of Karen spreading the lather over my entire body; including my pubic area and swollen genitals, which she caressed in her warm hands until she could tell that I was about to lose control and climax. She stopped abruptly, leaving my member to throb and bob in the empty air. The pressure building up in my groin was almost painful, and I hoped that she planned to help me reach release sooner rather than later.
I heard Karen light another cigarette, and felt her warm breath as she blew the smoke towards my face. She started at my ankles, and quickly shaved her way up each leg; only pausing long enough to rinse the razor blades out, in a pan of water, as the hair gathered to thickly in them. She shaved my butt cheeks, and even spread them out to get all of the hair in the crease of my ass. She worked her way down and under my "taint" (It taint your butt, and it taint your balls. It's in the middle of those two.), and then shaved my pubic region before slowly and carefully shaving my testicles and swollen penis. Every now and then, she would take a puff from her cigarette and blow the smoke of\ver freshly shaven skin; the sensations of which were almost mind blowing. Never before in my life had my legs, thighs, and body felt such sensations as these; and it was even more incredible to have my wife causing me to experience them. Adding to the sensations was the satin teddy that my wife was wearing.
Next went the stubble on my back and my chest, with karen taking great care to work in small circles around my tightening nipples. Most men wonder why we even have nipples, and my response if that they're for moments just like these.
The hair under my arm pitts went shortly after that, after Karen relathered portions of my upper body which had been perspiring from the "shear" intensity and excitement of this whole experience. My face was lathered up and gently shaved; even the short remains of my eyebrows were removed leaving only smooth skin in their stead. I knew that I would look somewhat like an alien, but the eroticism of the whole experience was going to make that indignation worth every moment. I relished in Karen's loving touch as she shaved the stubble from my face and upper lip; holding my cheeks and chin in her delicate, soft, hands as she worked. It was the first time that she had shaven my face since rihgt after we had first started dating years ago.
[My mind flashed back to that evening when I had sat in her bed, and she had sat directly in front of me while lathering my face to shave it. She had worked so carefully to not make a single nick, and the intensity of passion that had been in her eyes when she would look directly at mine was something that I would never forget. I imagined that the same look must be in her eyes right then as she continued the task of ridding my entire body of hair.]
At this point Karen pulled the blindfold off of my eyes. The intensity of adjusting from the complete darkness into the light took my eyes a moment to focus. She stood just a few feet in front of me, smoking her long white cigarette, and deviously grinning at me. By this point my mind was reeling from the whole experience far to fast to utter even a single word; but I mangaed to mouth "I love you." She mouthed it back, and then filled her palm full of shaving cream with which to lather my head.
Karen massaged the fluffy foam over my scalp, took another puff of her cigarette, and told me to bow my head forward so that she could shave me. As she stepped up to take the first strokes with the razor, her satin teddy brushed up against my genitals and naked skin. I've always had an extreme attratction to, and fetish for, outfits of leather, rubber, and PVC Vinyl; and given that fact, I had wondered why Karen would have decided to wear silky satin while acting out such an intensely erotic role play fantasy such as this with me instead of wearing one of her vinyl outfits (that she knows drive me so wild). When she stepped up to make that first pass with the razor, the answer to that very question was answered. The feel of that satin teddy against my freshly shaven skin was absolutely incredible. The way that it brushed against my things, my legs, and my crotch was more than I could take, and it pushed me over that edge that I had been up against this entire time.
Karen shifted the razor over to her hand holding the cigarette, and reached her right hand down to help me finish climaxing; pumping me just hard and quick enough to make me cum some more. She wiped her hand off onto a towel, and then released the tension on the ropes holding my arms up over my head. She pulled a chair over to where I was standing, took a seat in it, and sat me down on the floor between her legs with my shoulders resting between her knees. She then preoceeded to finish shaving my head with the razor, making sure not to miss a single hair. Every now and then she would pause to take a drag on her cigarette and then blow the warm smoke over my shaven scalp.
When she was finished, she got up from the chair, helped me to my feet and kissed me passionately while caressing my silky body. She told me to go take a shower, to rinse any stray hairs off of my body, and then to meet her in bed where it was my turn to pleasure her. She grinned, and said, "you have some licking to do on my shaven skin." As she walked away, I reached down to unfasten my ankles, and then started to follow her into the house.
That's when I woke up...
Karen was laying in bed right beside me, and I was still so enveloped into the dream, and turned on, that I wanted nothing more than to wake her up and ravish her body with kisses from head to toe. After staring at her sleeping form for a moment it finally dawned on me that I had only been dreaming. I had an itch, and I reached down underneath the covers to scratch my hairy leg.
I layed my head back down and forced myself to go back to sleep, hoping to maybe slip back into the dream.
The fantasy in my dream is one that I've never discussed with my wife before. I guess I've not felt comfortable in doing so, because I know she might react to it in a "not so positive" way.
Maybe someday I will share it with her, and then again... maybe not.
I dunno.