Cock Talk

I, too, know the scene you mean. It was arousing for me too, but in a different way. Also, uncomfortable because of the situation in the movie. I remember being horrified by the scene AND aroused (remembering it was only a movie and hopefully a fun scene to shoot).

It was done by shooting air compressors at her skin from offscreen. A very simple effect that affected just about everyone who saw that movie!

There was another movie called The Haunting Passion that used to be on TV all the time that had the female protagonist having sex with a ghost, but much more consensually. Like @Endless_Night said, romantic horror.

I’ve always wanted to have ghost sex. 👻💦🍆
hmmmm Thinking I might have to change my name to ghost. :devilish::p
 
(...and hopefully a fun scene to shoot)
I read about 'how they did it' some years ago, and if I remember correctly, the skin was all prosthetic stuff. It still looks real enough to me! I bet Barbara Hershey wasn't even on set for that special effects stuff. Her facial acting was enough to make me swoon, though.
 
Do you have a good sex (or sexy) dream to share with us?
This isn't 'a dream' per se, but it involves a few dreams. Several years ago I was prescribed a medicine that turned out to have side effects for me. It was a ten-day regimen, and on eight of the nights I took it, I had the most vivid dreams I ever had. On three of the nights, the dreams involved me looking at beautiful things as if on a very colorful psychedelic walking tour. Nothing happened besides being in wonder at all the colors. Two of the dreams were horrific nightmares that woke me up soaked in sweat and crying. Three of the nights, though, the drugs had me having ultra-vivid sex dreams. I mean, see-hear-smell-touch-taste like beyond real life, the whole shebang; they were intense. Two of these dreams woke me up while I had what I recall being intense orgasms which left me gasping for breath while I recovered my senses and figured out that I was alone in bed. The third sex dream involved orgasms, but I don't think it woke me up long enough to remember waking. If that sounds awesome, well, I had to tell my doctor that I had to stop taking it. Why? Because the nightmares were so awful, I really didn't want another one, even if there was a chance of more sex dreams like what I had.

Wanna become a billionaire? Figure out how to make a pill that guarantees a sex dream without the risk of nightmares.
 
There was another movie called The Haunting Passion that used to be on TV all the time that had the female protagonist having sex with a ghost, but much more consensually. Like @Endless_Night said, romantic horror.

*now so totally on the hunt for this movie*

I’ve always wanted to have ghost sex. 👻💦🍆

I am shocked to hear this about you, sir.


Nope. Not shocked. :p

This isn't 'a dream' per se, but it involves a few dreams. Several years ago I was prescribed a medicine that turned out to have side effects for me. It was a ten-day regimen, and on eight of the nights I took it, I had the most vivid dreams I ever had. On three of the nights, the dreams involved me looking at beautiful things as if on a very colorful psychedelic walking tour. Nothing happened besides being in wonder at all the colors. Two of the dreams were horrific nightmares that woke me up soaked in sweat and crying. Three of the nights, though, the drugs had me having ultra-vivid sex dreams. I mean, see-hear-smell-touch-taste like beyond real life, the whole shebang; they were intense. Two of these dreams woke me up while I had what I recall being intense orgasms which left me gasping for breath while I recovered my senses and figured out that I was alone in bed. The third sex dream involved orgasms, but I don't think it woke me up long enough to remember waking. If that sounds awesome, well, I had to tell my doctor that I had to stop taking it. Why? Because the nightmares were so awful, I really didn't want another one, even if there was a chance of more sex dreams like what I had.

Wanna become a billionaire? Figure out how to make a pill that guarantees a sex dream without the risk of nightmares.
Wow. And yikes. :oops:
 
“Mr. Sandman, I'm so alone
Bring me somebody to help me moan . . .”

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How often do you have sexual dreams?
Do your sex dreams relate to your real life, or are they the complete opposite?
Do you have sex dreams about the same people, or do they vary?
Do you share your sex dreams with your partner or friends?
What type of dream do you have the most (scary, sad, bizarre, nonsensical, etc.)?
Do you remember your first wet dream?
Do you have same sex dreams? What’s up with that?
Do your dreams usually make sense to you or do they lack narrative of any kind (on average)?
Do you have a good sex (or sexy) dream to share with us?
How often do you have sexual dreams? Never had them that often that I know of. Maybe once a month or so. But I only remember the ones I awake from; who knows what's going on all the rest of the time?

Do your sex dreams relate to your real life, or are they the complete opposite? Most of my sex dreams are about women I've been both sexually and emotionally involved with. A few are about women that my subconscious has created out of whole cloth, in transmogrified or conflated versions of familiar settings. And once in a great while, Tina Fey makes a cameo appearance.

Do you have sex dreams about the same people, or do they vary? ^^^

Do you share your sex dreams with your partner or friends? Only rarely, with those who have a sense of humor about dreams, and don't ask too many questions.

What type of dream do you have the most (scary, sad, bizarre, nonsensical, etc.)?
The majority of my dreams fall into a category I think of as heroic epics about trivial pursuits, in which I move Heaven and Earth in a valiant attempt to achieve such lofty goals as recovering lost luggage, stealing cable, or getting to second base in a dorm room. They are sometimes funny, sometimes scary, but almost always exhilarating. Even if I wake up scared or frustrated, I feel rested and rebooted. And often relieved that I've escaped whatever predicament I got myself into in the dream.

Do you remember your first wet dream? Really don't think I ever had one. I remember one evening my mother summoned my father to the laundry room, after which he came upstairs and asked me about a mysterious stain in my boxers. Godawful conversation for both of us. But if I remember correctly, that was from someone rubbing me off through my pants after school, not a nocturnal emission. (I told my dad it was a locker room prank involving silly string.)

Do you have same sex dreams? What’s up with that? Not that I can recall, and now that you've asked, I wonder what's up with that? I mean, I've had men wander in at odd hours and wake me up for a booty call. You'd think I'd dream about them occasionally.

Do your dreams usually make sense to you or do they lack narrative of any kind (on average)? I get a big kick out of my dreams. I almost always review them in the moment (and sporadically write them down) and try to figure out what they're trying to tell me. I feel like I usually know where they're coming from.

Do you have a good sex (or sexy) dream to share with us? Well, since I mentioned Tina Fey . . .

In one recent dream, I was having a fun, light-hearted romp with my former wife on a sofa I remember from college days, when all of a sudden Tina appeared from behind the sofa. In the dream, it was a given that both my ex and I were aware that Tina had a crush on me (Har!), and we were both a little annoyed with her. Tina said, "So what you guys doin'?"—not like someone who wanted to join a threesome, but like someone who'd overheard us discussing lunch plans and wanted to tag along—and my ex said, with the overemphasis of an old-fashioned sitcom actor, "Oh, Tina, we told you, you can't just pop in like this!"

Then I woke up, and thought, Well, there was a missed opportunity! That's all there was to it. I won't bore you with the details of my analysis, but I decided it was all about my experiences with that sofa (a yellow, brocaded Victorian), and how I have, for years, subconsciously associated it with self-denial and self-sabotage. So, I decided henceforth to eliminate scenes in lavishly furnished European living rooms from my porn diet, and I'm a better man for it! A pretty profound insight, really. :p
 
For the longest time, I couldn't actually have a sex dream without first "killing off" my husband. I recently heard the term "faithful subconscious" and it really resonated with that feeling of not being able to even dream about sleeping with someone else. Somewhere along the way I grew out of that (thank fuck).
Yes to all of this! It was the oddest feeling when I recognized it after waking up. I’m very glad I outgrew it.
 
Yes to all of this! It was the oddest feeling when I recognized it after waking up. I’m very glad I outgrew it.
I had a dream, when I was first married, about my spiuses closest friend. He's not my type, absolutely zero attraction. Even in my dream I was WTF-ing, not into it at all. I realized then that my mind was just a free for all and decided to let go of any weirdness I felt upon waking.
 
Do you sleep at the YMCA or what’s going on here?!
Har! Oh, this was many years ago; started back in college. I decided to start leaving my door unlocked when I went out because I'd come back home and hear reports that one or another drunk girl had wandered in looking for me when I was gone, and I didn't want them to go away disappointed. 😇 But no, my life wasn't like a Penthouse Forum letter; there was usually more talking than groping, a lot of passing out, and a little throwing up. At some point, I apparently said something to one of them—I truly can't remember what I said—that led to the rumor that I was bisexual. So eventually my open door policy led to more complicated situations, for better and for worse. But it was always interesting. 🤷‍♂️
 
I apparently said something to one of them—I truly can't remember what I said—that led to the rumor that I was bisexual. So eventually my open door policy led to more complicated situations, for better and for worse. But it was always interesting. 🤷‍♂️
So was it mostly guys hearing the rumor and showing up, or were the girls sending specific guys in to take care of you? If they were choosing the guys, did that reflect what they thought of you? Like when your friends try to set you up with someone they know and when you meet her you wonder if your friends even know you. 🤣
 
Just know that every time you yawn, a ghost is sticking his dick in your mouth.
I think it would be hysterical if the afterlife consisted of a bunch of male ghosts standing in a room with hardons waiting for someone to yawn and then all running forward trying to stick their dicks in the person’s mouth.

But then, this raises the question: what are the female ghosts doing?

Also, is this why we put our fist in front of our mouth when we yawn, to block all the incoming ghost cock? Maybe it isn’t based on manners at all. 🥱🍆👻
 
I think it would be hysterical if the afterlife consisted of a bunch of male ghosts standing in a room with hardons waiting for someone to yawn and then all running forward trying to stick their dicks in the person’s mouth.

But then, this raises the question: what are the female ghosts doing?

Also, is this why we put our fist in front of our mouth when we yawn, to block all the incoming ghost cock? Maybe it isn’t based on manners at all. 🥱🍆👻

The female ghosts are getting very annoyed at the male ghosts and their chauvinistic behaviour, always shoving dicks in sleepy people’s mouths.

They are going to start a #MeBoo movement.

*bows*
 
Yeah, I have one. Once upon a time I had a really nice top. It was pink and it had yellow daisies on the front. I really liked that top. It was one of my favorites. One day, while I was pouring juice in a baby bottle, I spilled some on my favorite top. I freaked out. So I quickly filled the kitchen sink with hot, soapy water and soaked it for like an hour. Then, without thinking, I put it in the dryer... not realizing the danger I put it in. About a half later I took it out of the dryer and the first thing I noticed was....

My favorite top had shrunk! :eek:

The End.
Lololololo
 
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