Sexy Dreams

neonflux said:
I have sexy dreams that aren't about sex and dreams about sex that aren't sexy. Go figure, LOL. :rolleyes: Neon

That makes sense to me. I remember being squeezed from a tube of toothpaste by Alan Alda in a dream. That was one of the most sexy dreams I ever had. I don't find Alan Alda or toothpaste sexy, but still.

Fury :rose:
 
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ecstaticsub said:
I am so glad I don't remember my dreams. Too much scary stuff in my head. When I do remember them they aren't dreams they are nightmares. I prefer daydreams and fantasies.

*HUGS*

Fury :rose:
 
I dreamed about an ex boyfriend. Nothing sexual in the dream, but it, also, was sexual.
 
Just been reading the thread from start to finish...does anyone else ever find that their dreams are related to something that's been on their mind that day/week or to do with something within their subconscious at that time?

Just curious. :catgrin:
 
FurryFury said:
That makes sense to me. I remember being squeezed from a tube of toothpaste by Alan Alda in a dream. That was one of the most sexy dreams I ever had. I don't find Alan Alda or toothpaste sexy, but still.

Fury :rose:
I am not sure why, but that sounds very sexy, LOL. Should I be worried for both of us? :catgrin:
 
Last night I had nightmares all night about bicycles and children falling off them. I'm exhausted.
 
neonflux said:
How IS your child? :rose:

I'm still not sure. Their's little bruising or swelling, but she's still having pain using it. I had to help her get her clothes on today. I'm thinking I'm gonna try and come up with the money to take her to the doctors. She also didn't sleep so well last night. I was well after midnight that she fell asleep and at least twice, when I was up, she was awake and trying to roll over without using her right arm. She'd go right back to sleep, but . . .
 
graceanne said:
I'm still not sure. Their's little bruising or swelling, but she's still having pain using it. I had to help her get her clothes on today. I'm thinking I'm gonna try and come up with the money to take her to the doctors. She also didn't sleep so well last night. I was well after midnight that she fell asleep and at least twice, when I was up, she was awake and trying to roll over without using her right arm. She'd go right back to sleep, but . . .
I'm so sorry... Hopefully, you won't have to take her to the ER, then. No public health clinics close by? :rose: Neon
 
CarrotandStick said:
Just been reading the thread from start to finish...does anyone else ever find that their dreams are related to something that's been on their mind that day/week or to do with something within their subconscious at that time?

Just curious. :catgrin:

Absolutely.

graceanne said:
I dreamed about an ex boyfriend. Nothing sexual in the dream, but it, also, was sexual.

Interesting.

neonflux said:
I am not sure why, but that sounds very sexy, LOL. Should I be worried for both of us? :catgrin:

Oh pooh!

Give yourself over to absolute pleasure!

:D

I've used that as a methapor in my SRP from time to time btw. I used it in a different context. Such as her pussy or ass or mouth was so tight on him that he felt as if . . .

graceanne said:
Last night I had nightmares all night about bicycles and children falling off them. I'm exhausted.

Yikes!

That is scary!

*HUG*
 
neonflux said:
I'm so sorry... Hopefully, you won't have to take her to the ER, then. No public health clinics close by? :rose: Neon

They don't have x-ray machines. If I have to take her in it'll either be the doctors or the ER. The doctors cheaper, but the ER will see me even if I don't have any money. *shrugs*
 
graceanne said:
They don't have x-ray machines. If I have to take her in it'll either be the doctors or the ER. The doctors cheaper, but the ER will see me even if I don't have any money. *shrugs*

I hope she is ok!

Scares like this are just horrible.

I'm so sorry.

*HUG*

Fury :rose:
 
Nght before last dream

We had to get away from the house. We went to a hotel to be alone and keep our secrets. It was a great idea. I slithered into bed toward him. We were kissing, pinching, almost to the point of penetration when my Mom showed up. She didn't knock, didn't have a key, she was just in the room.

Hurriedly we made our excuses. She seems to buy them but we were both very out of sorts, nervous and frustrated. She slept between us. It was sheer torture.

Back at home I slid out of bed to go get a cool drink. There he was in the living room. I was drawn to him. I couldn't resist. I nearly fell down the carpeted stair into the sunken living room. My private parts were on fire. My heart was beating a tempo that was both exciting and scary.

He grabbed me. Controlling my head he kissed me invading my mouth. There he became displeased. His lips and tongue were removed. He ran his finger around my teeth and gums as I tried to suck on it.

"Spit it out" he said roughly. His anger roiled through me like a storm. I felt humiliated. I was forced to spit my gum into his hand.

He then looked at the gum and me in turn disdainfully. I'd broken a rule. I felt shattered.

"I don't want this in my hand." He said.

I held out my hand. He dropped it in there. I looked around for a place to put it but he stopped me.

"Put it around your finger, you stupid slut." He said. I didn't want it there. It was slimy and icky but I had no choice.

He teased me with his cock. Teased me with his hands. Teased me with pain until I felt like a huge needy glob of goo.

"Please." I whispered.

"Please what?" He asked. He knew I didn't want to say. He knew that one word had cost me a great deal to say.

"Please do it."

He laughed. "Do it? What are you some child? Can't you do better than that when you beg."

I hate begging he knew that too. He liked it. My face flamed as hot as the rest of my body.

"Please fuck me."

He shook his head at me. As if my difficulties were too hard for him to believe. His eyes told me he knew what I really was. Yet he was going to fuck me and we both knew it. There was no way we wouldn't. We both needed it and felt the called too badly.

"There in the hall way." He said.

I didn't want to do it there. The chance for discovery was far more likely. Mother could wake up and come out of the bedroom at any minute and yet, if that was his requirement, I would do it, we both knew that.

So on the carpeted floor of the hall. Starting as far back in it as I could I placed myself, trembling and hoping while hating myself for wanted it from him so badly, because it was so wrong.

He put his cock in me. Just the tip. I tried to act as if I didn't want it, turning my head to the side, sort of shaking a no with it but, at the same time I squeezed on him to hold him in, my body begging for more. This made him laugh again.

Slowly so slowly he went that I wanted to scream. Screaming of course wasn't an option because it would wake Mother. Then in a flash he was bucking into me hard. Making us both travel up the hall ways, getting carpet burns until we were against the door violently fucking.

And then I WOKE up!

But it was a GREAT dream.

*sigh*

(Anyone who really pays attention to my dreams and post may know who the person in the dream was.)
 
Last night's dream

Last night the bitch was making my husband / boyfriend / who was really me do things outside my hard limits. She was married, rich and very toxic but she had my balls in a vice so to speak. She was fucking me, hurting me, forcing me to do things with her I'd never do with my wife / girlfriend.

(The details are hazy but it seemed to go on for hours.)

I discovered under her bed a LOT of rubbish. Surpassingly, there was also bundles of cash, a key, and information that her husband had hidden. She shouldn't have put me on the floor, should she? My revenge was at hand.

Now as a female. I was ready for revenge for what this bitch had done to my husband boyfriend / me. I snuck into her room. I found the money, key and information that my husband / boyfriend had told me about. Oh yes he had told me everything and I was furious. He was there with me.

Suddenly she came in. She thought she would play more games with him. A fight ensued but though it looked like I would lose and have to watch her do terrible things to my man, I got the upper hand.

While she was distracted I hid the things I found, knowing it would mean her death when her husband found out. I was well pleased with that.

Then I sat on her face, gun pointed at her temple and said, "Suck it bitch!" As I barked out orders and got close to coming, my mind set upon what to do next. Perhaps fuck my husband and have her eat his come out of me. Or perhaps first have her clean me off of him and them him out of me? Maybe I'd even bring her along with us if she did a good enough job.

Then I WOKE up!

*grr*

I so need to get some REAL fucking in. *sigh*
 
FurryFury said:
Last night the bitch was making my husband / boyfriend / who was really me do things outside my hard limits. She was married, rich and very toxic but she had my balls in a vice so to speak. She was fucking me, hurting me, forcing me to do things with her I'd never do with my wife / girlfriend.

(The details are hazy but it seemed to go on for hours.)

I discovered under her bed a LOT of rubbish. Surpassingly, there was also bundles of cash, a key, and information that her husband had hidden. She shouldn't have put me on the floor, should she? My revenge was at hand.

Now as a female. I was ready for revenge for what this bitch had done to my husband boyfriend / me. I snuck into her room. I found the money, key and information that my husband / boyfriend had told me about. Oh yes he had told me everything and I was furious. He was there with me.

Suddenly she came in. She thought she would play more games with him. A fight ensued but though it looked like I would lose and have to watch her do terrible things to my man, I got the upper hand.

While she was distracted I hid the things I found, knowing it would mean her death when her husband found out. I was well pleased with that.

Then I sat on her face, gun pointed at her temple and said, "Suck it bitch!" As I barked out orders and got close to coming, my mind set upon what to do next. Perhaps fuck my husband and have her eat his come out of me. Or perhaps first have her clean me off of him and them him out of me? Maybe I'd even bring her along with us if she did a good enough job.

Then I WOKE up!

*grr*

I so need to get some REAL fucking in. *sigh*
Clearly, a sexual dream that wasn't sexual - sort of like mine *chuckle* BTW, have I told you, I want your dreams? ;) Neon
 
neonflux said:
Clearly, a sexual dream that wasn't sexual - sort of like mine *chuckle* BTW, have I told you, I want your dreams? ;) Neon

They are awfully detailed and rather exhausting. You are welcome to them!

LOL!
 
Woke up this morning very early made a post on the oral servitude thread . Decided it was clearly insane to not get some more sleep as it's a public holiday here today and all and sundry were peaceful. Retired & dreamt.

Here we go , it's disjointed , I won't embelish.

Went to a friends home ( the friend is actually a male stranger ) , he has another friend of his visit. Joe Strummer look alike. Actually closer to a male acquaintance I used to flirt with many moons ago but less weather beaten than Don appeared when I knew him. Like a 'healthier version'. I don't recall what I was doing but he decided to put his feet on me ( knee high leather boots , french military style ) he was also wearing a canvas jodhpur style trouser ( very period costume ) and sporting a well defined rendition of arousal ( averts eyes , bites lip ) . I was kind of surprised/amused but left them in situ ( the boots you perverts ) . You will have to count that as the 'sexy part'. Sorry folks no massive scenes of 'debauchery'. It felt sexy. Next I knew I was having difficulty breathing , at this stage I am wearing a very rough basic leather collar ( the type usually associated with pictures of training collars ) . I asked him if he would loosen it, which he did with a generous smile. Almost implying I knew you couldn't take it but I am fine with that. General feeling of well-being between both myself and the stranger. The End thanks to the cat wanting it's severely delayed breakfast.
 
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I could have slept till noon today. Why am I up? A sexy dream that did not come to fruition.

There I was on a bed in a very narrow room. I was given a drug on a wet cloth in a rather violent way. It wasn't supposed to knock me out just lower my inhibitions so we could do what we both wanted with less conscience concerns on my part.

The ways bore signs of belt and whip usage because they were so narrow. There were a few other delicious things and then I WOKE UP!

Noooooooo!

I wanna go back! Now!
 
I dreamed my grandmother was dying. My dad and grandfather came back because of that. I got to hug them, hold hands and take walks with them and just talk. It was great!

I also got to fight along side of and "do" Spike! Woo hoo!
 
I had a dream a few nights ago about Neil Gaiman's Sandman, which was incredibly sexy. I don't remember all the details, but I was saw him at some kind of gathering, and for some reason he needed a human to go with him somewhere and he picked me. He told me that in order to get to the place we were going, the human had to be sexually aroused, and he was just leading me somewhere more private to get down to some arousing when I woke up. That always seems to happen to me. *Sigh*

For those of you who don't read the Sandman (one of the two graphic novels I've ever read), Here's a picture of him:

http://fuzzyblowfish.com/sandman.jpg
 
I dreamed that somoene put a spell on me and I was stuck in a book. Then someone came along and somehow or the other made me do perverted things. :eek:
 
graceanne said:
I dreamed that somoene put a spell on me and I was stuck in a book. Then someone came along and somehow or the other made me do perverted things. :eek:

Is that a good dream or a bad one?

*is curious*
 
I had constant streaming nightmares last night.

First I was stalked. Then I was captured. I was abused, raped and tortured. Finally I was killed, over and over.

Sometimes I fought back and won but the cycle would continue anyway.

Sometimes a friend would help. In those cases my friend's entire family would be caught, tortured and killed, even small children.

This was not sexy.

*pouts*

I felt like I was a zombie for much of the day.
 
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