It is 8:12 p.m. on a Friday evening. I am still at work trying to wrap up a few things before I go home for the weekend. Since I've been working for 10 hours straight, I am ready for a break and wanted to share a wonderfully erotic dream I had last night.
I also realize that I've not posted to his website quite a while. My life has been hectic for both good and bad reasons, but I'm finally getting around to thinking about sex again. Granted, I never really stopped thinking about it, but finding time to put pen to paper, or finger to keyboard, or more accurately to put on my headphones and speak into my voice recognition software, has been difficult.
I got a job review a couple of weeks ago and my boss tells me that I don't pay attention to detail, and that I don't read her e-mails. She then said I probably read her e-mails, but I just don't pay attention to them. As a result, I give her back stuff that she didn't want, and apparently, that pisses her off. What I really wanted to say was that if she would write an intelligent e-mail, I would give her an intelligent answer. She really is quite clueless in her current assignment. I suppose she was good at one point about doing something, but now she's in over her head and is making our lives miserable.
She has no credibility. She's never been in customer service before, and she thinks she can treat all of our users as if they were a bunch of rednecks from
But none of this has anything to do with my dream, and that is why I'm here tonight.
It started off, like many of my dreams too, on the upper floors of a very crowded House. This house is a recurring image in my dreams. It is several stories high, very poorly built, and appears to be on the verge of collapse. Strangely enough, it's always full of people, and when I look out the windows it appears that I'm in some sort of slum that is very close to a factory, a soccer field, and to the beach. I have no idea why these images come together so frequently in my dreams.
In this particular dream I am in the living room with several friends, about 20. I am sitting on the floor next to my friend Ramona, who has propped herself up against the couch while sitting on the floor next to me. She is dressed in surprisingly little close given that she is a very conservative woman in real life. Her face and body are the same in the dream as they are in reality. She is just a touch over 5'4" tall, maybe 100 pounds, and fairly petite in her figure. She is slim athletic, and though I have never found her very attractive, she can be quite sensuous.
I think this comes from the fact that she is very athletic, focused on the outdoors, and has a terrific sense of humor. Several years ago, I consider dating her but a friend of mine beat me to it, and after they broke up and seemed a little bit like sloppy seconds to make a play. I always kept my eye on her however, and once, when I was dating her roommate, I walked in on her and her boyfriend making out half-naked on the bed. That was over 15 years ago however; the image still lingers in my head
Back to the dream. The room is crowded and loud and hot and while I don't have any recollection of people making out or having sex in the dream, there seemed to be a very steamy vibe in the room. Suddenly Ramona sets herself up against the couch and reaches over my shoulder to a dinner tray that someone is passing. When she pulls her hands back into my view, I realize that she has two large hot dogs in her hands.
"I wonder what I can do with these?" She asks in my dream. I know that the symbolism is way too obvious, but that's the way it was.
Much to my shock, she leans against the couch, spreads her legs, and starts penetrating herself with a hot dog. She is quite graphic and open and members of the crowd start to watch. One hand and one hotdog are between her legs, stroking the hotdog in and out of an obviously shaved pussy. I look up and see her giving fellatio to the other hotdog, deep-throating it quite effectively.
In an effort to shield my friend from the staring eyes of the crowd by kneel over her. I straddle her right leg and tried to cover her with my body. Soon I feel my knee pressing into her crotch as she continues to masturbate. She discards the second hotdog after taking a large bite of it, and pulls me down for a deep French kiss. I feel my knee pressing into her, pressing her hand and her hotdog deeper and deeper inside. I put my hands behind her neck and kiss her deeply, and her hands come to my chest, reaching in my shirt to pinch and punish my nipples.
Our bodies are rocking together, causing the whole couch to shake. My knee is hitting into her so hard that I am afraid that I will hurt her. She has different ideas, and tells me to go harder and faster, to not stop. Suddenly her orgasm washes over her, and she pulls me into her for a tight, long, hot, and wet kiss. Her entire body is quaking, and shaking. I can feel her rubbing her pussy up and down against my thigh, trying to feel every second of her orgasm as it works its way through her body.
(This part of the dream is triggering a recollection from when I was back in college. It was the first time I ever kissed a drunk girl. We were French kissing on a picnic bench in an empty park. Every time my tongue entered her mouth she would bite it, thinking that it was sexy. It was at first, but then it just started to hurt. As I tried to push her off my lap, I realized that she was humping my leg like there was no tomorrow. When she started to come her body locked up and I swear she almost bit my tongue off. It was an amazing orgasm to be sure, but it was a little scary at the same time. She was so animalistic, so angry, and hungry at the same time. She left school at the end of the quarter, but I have not seen her since.)
As Ramona's orgasm ran its course and her quivering subsided, I realized that my hand was inside her shirt on her bare left breast. My hand continued to stroke, squeeze, and caress the firm mound in the overly sensitive nipple. It was a wonderful, if fleeting moment.
I removed my hand from her shirt and put my arms around her shoulders because I realized that she was crying. "Oh shit, Oh shit, Oh shit,” her cries made her whole body shake. I don't remember saying anything specific but my lips were close to her ear, and I was whispering to her as I kissed her gently.
As she gasped for breath and tried to stop crying, I heard her start to speak so I put my ear to her lips. They brushed against the delicate skin of my cheek and neck, and I felt myself pressing my leg tight against her still quivering body. Her thighs wrapped around my leg and she held herself tight to me and humped it gently one more time. I could have sworn that a little post-orgasm shiver ran through her body, but I was more intent on trying to hear her talk.
"I'm going to lose my job." She whispered, her voice full of passion and sadness. "I'm going to lose everything."
As I lifted myself off of her, she sat up and began crawling across the living room floor. Still on her knees, on her knees and begging, she reached her hand out to the young man with the video camera, and quietly asked "Please, please, can I have the tape?"
