Twisty's Lair - On sexy dreams...

On sexy dreams...

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Last night, I had one of the raunchiest and most vivid dreams I can remember.

(Yes, including that Stargate one.)

I was at a library, and I was talking to a man. I want to mention here that I wasn't me. In dreams I am only very rarely Nicola. But this man. There was something about him that dream-me found immensely attractive. His voice turned me on, his feather-light accidental touch made me tingle all over. It was a passionate and intense feeling, a confusing sense of animal lust in a mind I don't recognise.

But this man... something happened to the library, after I left. A fire, or an accident. He was killed. I was distraught, and I tried to find him in the rubble, but I couldn't so I went to a party (as you do). There were several people there that dream-me recognised, but that the dreaming-me had no recollection of. One of them was another man. Tall, slender, long dark hair and facial piercings. Not dreaming-me's kinda guy (not since that one time a few years ago... *shudder*) at all, but I was someone else, someone who lusted after this man like there was no tomorrow.

We were watching movies, and for whatever reason I was knelt by the side of a low bed, on my knees with my elbows propped up on the mattress, in the same way a young girl might pray before bed for the health of her family and friends. I knelt there, and The Man was beside me, his hand running idly up and down the inside of my thigh, beneath whatever skirt or dress (and it was definitely one of those, no trousers for this girl) I was wearing. His explorations moved higher up my leg, his fingers stroking firmer against my skin, then gently touching the soft cloth of my underwear. I could feel myself blushing, and was sure everyone would be able to tell what he was doing, but they all seemed to be engrossed in the film as he deftly (and so quickly!) slipped his hand into my knickers, stroking and teasing me as I knelt over beside him. His lips found my shoulder, my back, as his index and middle finger softly, slowly began to slip inside me, inch by teasing inch, my lips pressed firmly together as I tried not to make a sound. It was madness, utter madness, that this man I barely knew would be doing this to me, in front of so many people, so boldly and so bloody well...

I woke up hot, sweating and panting, still able to feel his warm, strong fingers sliding slowly and firmly between my thighs, utterly confused as to who he was, who I was, and why this was happening.

I tell you, there are worse ways to wake up on a cold Tuesday morning.

9:14 PM - October 7, 2008 - post comment

This is in stark contrast to my dream last night, of being chased by George Bush with a frying pan through Covent Garden in London.
Odd.

jme2007 - 9:36 PM - October 7, 2008