Kev H
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So, there I was, being my normal lovable self in some sort of close living situation (an apartment complex possibly). I was chatting with a friend (and the cutest woman I know) in her room while she was getting dressed to go to some kind of competition - no clue what that was. She was petite with long brown hair and a sparing dose of freckles across her nose. Like I said, cute.
But she was also very sexy to me, in a unconscious sort of way (from her being a fun and nice person and also having the confidence in herself). I could not help myself - I stopped talking, reached out and gently stroked her arm.
I remember quite clearly her grin. "I don't have time for this," was what she said, but I pleaded and nuzzled her neck. How could she say no, right? After all, this was my dream.
I will keep the details to myself, but let's just say what followed was very detailed, enjoyable and amusing - we both wanted to get off before she had to go, so we were doing our damndest. We tried various things, but she was rushed and so I felt rushed. Near the end, I just kissed her and wished her luck, and promised to finish this when she got back. I said something along the lines of "maybe we can have many nights to finish."
Oh, the little ironies. *laughs* So, now I am waking up from what should have been a wet dream (over my 34 years I have had my share, and enjoyed them for what they were), or at least had a disturbed member, if you take my meaning, yet I was relaxed and feeling good. I laughed at myself in a wonderful self-depreciating way, thinking "so this is what wet dreams turn into when you get old; the next thing I know I will only have dreams of cuddling and nothing else."
While I was busy being amused at myself, my subconscious must have been wondering who my wonderfully detailed playmate was. And it then struck me that she was the "supporting character" of one of the stories I am working on. That was a real eye-opener to me - I do not know anyone like that, and the one girl I knew in college who fit the physical description (which I copied for this story) had a completely different personality.
Assuming this fun-loving girl in my dreams isn't some dream nymph, or person I have yet to meet, etc... discarding all those stranger hypotheses, it must be some sort of animation of the character in my head. It feels like that is the case.
Has anyone else had this type of bizarre interaction with their characters (aside from the common dreams-causing-the-story that many of us have experienced)?
Now I am off to make progress on that story, since I was clearly prepped for it.
But she was also very sexy to me, in a unconscious sort of way (from her being a fun and nice person and also having the confidence in herself). I could not help myself - I stopped talking, reached out and gently stroked her arm.
I remember quite clearly her grin. "I don't have time for this," was what she said, but I pleaded and nuzzled her neck. How could she say no, right? After all, this was my dream.
I will keep the details to myself, but let's just say what followed was very detailed, enjoyable and amusing - we both wanted to get off before she had to go, so we were doing our damndest. We tried various things, but she was rushed and so I felt rushed. Near the end, I just kissed her and wished her luck, and promised to finish this when she got back. I said something along the lines of "maybe we can have many nights to finish."
Oh, the little ironies. *laughs* So, now I am waking up from what should have been a wet dream (over my 34 years I have had my share, and enjoyed them for what they were), or at least had a disturbed member, if you take my meaning, yet I was relaxed and feeling good. I laughed at myself in a wonderful self-depreciating way, thinking "so this is what wet dreams turn into when you get old; the next thing I know I will only have dreams of cuddling and nothing else."
While I was busy being amused at myself, my subconscious must have been wondering who my wonderfully detailed playmate was. And it then struck me that she was the "supporting character" of one of the stories I am working on. That was a real eye-opener to me - I do not know anyone like that, and the one girl I knew in college who fit the physical description (which I copied for this story) had a completely different personality.
Assuming this fun-loving girl in my dreams isn't some dream nymph, or person I have yet to meet, etc... discarding all those stranger hypotheses, it must be some sort of animation of the character in my head. It feels like that is the case.
Has anyone else had this type of bizarre interaction with their characters (aside from the common dreams-causing-the-story that many of us have experienced)?
Now I am off to make progress on that story, since I was clearly prepped for it.
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