WARNING: The following may make some people uncomfortable.
Over the past few weeks I have been having some pretty interesting dreams. I realize that to people who don’t know me personally could give a rats ass about how good or bad my dreams are. However, for those that do know me know that for years I have dealt with chronic nightmares. So to have a week of good dreams, dreams that involve sex, is something to be very excited about.
I like to believe that everyone, at some point in their life, has had a sex dream. They may not want to admit it, but it has happened and nine times out of ten they enjoyed it. The only problem is that they never want to talk about it. Like there is some shame in having dream sex. The first thing a woman or man does after a steamy night of earth shattering sex is tell their girlfriends or their homeboys. It’s just the way it is. You sit and talk over a beer, wine, or blunt and recount each detail as if you are reliving it all over again. For those of you that say you have never done this, you should try it. It is quite healthy and always makes for good conversation.
When the sex happens in a dream people are more afraid to share those dirty details. It is already a known fact that men wake up ever morning with a hard on, so it may be safe to say that most of those are attributed to a dream from the previous night. Women on the other hand are a little different.
I can’t remember my first sex dream or when I actually had it, but I do remember my feelings afterwards. It was just as surreal as reality. When you are dreaming and aware that it is a dream you have the opportunity to allow yourself to behave in ways that you normally wouldn’t. You don’t feel afraid because you know it’s between you and your subconscious. There is a freedom that your mind allows your body to have. As if the two are completely separate.
A few nights ago I had a dream about Dude, from the previous post, and it was surely a shocker. To keep it real, I will just tell you how I told him:
Me:I had a dream about you last night.
Dude: What was the dream about?
Me: We were in some building waiting for something. And for some reason I was really afraid.
Dude: Why?
Me: I don’t know but you kept saying that it would be OK.Then you started holding me and caressing my head. Then you kissed me, starting at my forehead then to my neck. Carefully taking off my clothes one piece after another. You followed and got undressed. After you got undressed, you started kissing me again. Kissing my chest, breast, back, tummy. I continue to rub your chest, kissing your neck. I remember your strong arms. Always liked your arms, they make me feel safe. You laid me on my back, taste me so sweetly, then proceed to enter me. Filling every inch of me as if there was no end.
I felt every single emotion and touch in this dream. I could imagine watching my self and the facial expressions that were being made. This dream was in essence the definition of ecstasy. This person had total control over my body. Now, don’t get it confused this wasn’t some crazy upside down, hands tied behind your back, insert out of Zane novel. This was passion, pleasure and submission all wrapped in a pretty pink bow. As some would say this dream gave me life!
I have learned to handle to cope with the many nightmares that I have had along the years. But this, this is something that I can definitely get used to.
Thank God all dreams ain’t bad.
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