Dream Journal
I was standing on the boardwalk looking out over a little cove on a sunny and warm afternoon. The kids down on the beach had been given a miniature monster truck to drive around. Their playing got a little out of control, and the truck flew into the water and flipped over. The wheels were so large that the truck was still drivable upside down. I worried the kids would be stuck in the cab upside down, and was glad they were buckled in.
A woman, nearly naked, stepped onto the boardwalk with me. Her grandson came behind her and she hastily covered herself, but I knew that she secretly wanted to seduce him. She moved over to the railing and posed so that her breasts showed through the grass skirt she had pulled up to her armpits.
Looking out over the water, she grabbed her left breast with her left hand and pretended to absently play with herself, pulling her long breasts far away from her body. Her face looked young and her hair a curly red, like Laurie from Trading Spaces. She looked much too young to be a grandmother. But her body looked old, her breasts pendulous and saggy.
The woman’s grandson ignored her, watching the kinds in their new monster truck. I jumped over the railing and into the water, uncomfortable with the woman trying to seduce her own grandson. I waded through the water around a small point where I discovered a beautiful waterfall. The spray from the waterfall felt wonderful and I stepped right into it, letting the powerful water rush over me.
Then I was having sex with Steve, but he had a vagina. I rubbed his clitoris and knew that he wanted me to put a finger in his anus, but I didn’t want to. A very light pink, glistening thing unfolded itself from his anus and beckoned to me like a finger. I was disgusted, but knew I just had to get it over with.
I got up and walked outside, still naked. I saw signs about sexually treating 3-, 4-, and 5-year-olds. I was upset about the pedophilia until I saw a man with his pet rabbit; I realized that the signs were about rabbits, not children. The man was shocked to see me naked. I headed back to my rabbit hutch and climbed in, hoping the man wouldn’t follow but knew that he would. I lied down next to Steve and tried to cover myself as much as possible.
I was in a department store dressing room trying on a black bra with square cups that weren’t covering me properly no matter how much I adjusted it. I pulled a white lace covering over the bra and liked that, but the bra just wasn’t fitting well.
Jeff was drunk and lying with his back on my stomach. Giggling, I pushed him until he was lying next to me. He leaned over and kissed me, and then I pushed him away and told him no.
I was then lying in bed on my right side stroking a large erect penis. Steve’s breathing became heavier and heavier from behind me. The penis was unattached in front of me.
The phone rang. I jumped up to get it and see the clock reads 5 am. Rachael was on the phone being bubbly and excited. I pretended to be awake, yet want to complain about her early phone call.
Rachael is on the beach with her sisters. I turn on my computer and look at her webcam. She and her 3 sisters are very cute in their bathing suits. I didn’t have the energy to hold the phone to my head and had a hard time aligning the speaker with my ear, so I missed half of the conversation.
Then I was walking down the beach toward Rachael and her sisters. I looked out over the water and saw three men walking on a sandbar barely under water about 100 yards into the ocean.
Rachael told me the men were from a band shooting a music video. The men jumped into a speed boat to shoot off into the distance, but steer poorly and drove right into some trees. Rachael pointed out a camera on the cliff behind us.
Rachael told me that Love INC was closing because they were bankrupt. They had a funeral for Grant because he was dead to them for messing up and volunteers wrote epitaphs about him for the newsletter. I knew it would only be a matter of time before the organization closed.
I was then standing in a line against a wall. I move down a bit so that I am in between my mother and Misti, then sit up on the tiny ledge behind us. The woman coordinating the event barked at me to get down because the ceremony was to start and we needed to look perfect.
The curtain on the other side of the room opened and President Bush appeared standing near a dessert table. He thanked us for a job well done. One by one, we each walked up to the table to get a piece of dessert and then go sit down.
President Bush put a small spoonful of melty ice cream my bowl. I wanted to ask for more ice cream, but saw that there was very little to go around. Using the small pickle fork provided, I scooped three or four pieces of fruit into my ice cream.
On my way back to my assigned table, I realized I still had the serving fork. I wondered if I should return it, but realized that I shouldn’t after it had been on my plate.
I sat down and saw the woman after me had five slices of fruit arranged in a large circle. I wished I had thought of that.
I was in the back row of a raised theatre-type seating with my legs tucked underneath me covered with a blanket. I was leaning toward Steve who was sitting on my left while a stranger sat on my right.
Steve turned to face me so that he was kneeling on his seat, sitting on his heels. I reached around him and grabbed his butt. He wore thin cotton shorts over his boxers, but I pressed my finger into his butt crack.
He rotated his hips slightly and I was able to reach his butt better. I pressed on his anus and he jumped. He pulled his shorts to the side to get rid of the layers between him and my hand, but I told him to stop because of the stranger sitting to my right. He was disappointed.
I was with two guy friends, one of whom getting married soon. We came to a set of elevators directly next to stairs; the two men went up the stairs and I hesitated as the elevator doors opened. An elderly couple started to go into the elevator, but I tried to convince them to use the stairs. They looked into the elevator until the doors started to close. I stopped the door with my hand and then went up the stairs myself.
There is a big garage sale taking place upstairs, full of a ton of stuff. At the top of the stairs is a rubber dolphin that a child picks up. I recognized the dolphin as a sex toy and took it from the child. I turned around to my two friends, standing further down the stairs and taking their time, and showed them the toy dolphin I had found.
They didn’t understand what the toy was, but the woman running the sale knew what the dolphin was and chuckled as she walked by. Looking around some more, I found another rubber piece the same blue color as my dolphin. After some inspection I discovered that it’s the rest of the toy, the vibrating part.
I pushed the two pieces together and found the toggle switch to turn it on. I held the toy between my legs. It was very powerful, more so than anything I’ve ever experienced. It felt good through my underwear, but I knew that it’s a used toy and I needed to stop.
I pulled the toy apart and put the dolphin in backwards. The toy was much more powerful that way. I turned around and found that the two guys hadn’t gotten far: they were sitting in old office chairs near the top of the stairs looking through boxes.
I went over to them and asked if I could help them find anything. One held up a terrible faded picture that looked more like a line drawing and tells me that was what he was looking for for the wedding.
I looked closely and there were two men in the picture, both wearing chinos and polo shirts but one of the polo shirts was striped. He wanted striped polo shirts for his wedding.
Themes: Sex
I was sitting near an ice rink watching a game of hockey with Steve and Carmela Soprano. Between periods, the three of us went out onto the ice. I grabbed Carmella’s hips and could feel her hip bones. Then we were lying on the ice and I pulled her pants off. She whore no underwear, and I chided myself for not being similarly prepared.
I was pumping gas into my car at a gas station. I pulled on the handle and the gas flowed out of the pump, but it wouldn’t go all the way into the tank but instead pooled at the tank opening as though something was blocking the hole. I looked closer and saw a glob of semen hanging on the side of the entrance. I sprayed it with the gas until it came loose. Then I was able to fill my tank.
Themes: Sex
I was dressed in all black, and with a friend, was breaking into someone’s house. We searched through their rooms and closets, hoping they wouldn’t wake in the bedroom upstairs.
I tiptoed into the master bedroom where the person slept, and headed for the main closet where I was sure I would find what I was looking for. Halfway across the room I could sense someone was watching me, that someone knew I was there. I left the bedroom and stepped outside to briefly survey the area.
A short person, also dressed in black, grabbed me and took me away to a cave. I wished I could have warned my friend to get away from the house as fast as possible.
In the cave, my capturer took off a mask and I saw it was a woman. She had a female lover who was sent back into the bedroom to finish sleeping. A man stood nearby, and my capturer put her foot on top of his shoulder. He bent down to lick her vagina. She was showing me the amount of power she had; I wondered if I could get him to do the same to me.
I orgasmed.
Themes: Sex
Zombies started attacking my parents’ church. I managed to get all of the kids into the basement by promising to cook them pizza. We all went into the basement and then the handful of us adults tried to decide what to do.
One little boy started complaining that there was no pizza, and I remembered that the only oven in the church was upstairs. I ventured back upstairs and Michael followed. Behind him came two boys I knew from high school and some girls I didn’t know. I put the pizza into the over and waited.
Then I was bent over the kitchen counter with Michael behind me, thrusting into me. The others were in similar positions, only the four of them were all connected to each other in a sort of chain facing me. One of the girls was lying face up on the counter in front of me wearing only a skirt pushed up to her waist.
Michael moved us closer, reached around me, and felt her breasts. I pulled her closer, leaned down and licked her clitoris. The girls were young and inexperienced, and the other one asked if she tasted like fish.
Then pizza was done, and we wondered how we would get passed the zombies and back into the basement safely.
I was lying on my back on the floor of a bedroom and B was lying on his back on top of me. We both lied extremely still so as to not admit that we were having sex. I didn’t want him to know that I knew he was inside of me.
I stood in the middle of a dilapidated apartment that had holes in the roof and floor, holes that I had to try to not fall through. There was no furniture, no heat, and no lights. Michael tried to coax me to bed, but I was too cold and worried about the snow falling through holes in roof; I didn’t want the snow to fall on me while I slept.
Then I stood leaning my face against the wall, while he stood behind me thrusting into me. I looked to my left and saw my mom and Melissa standing in what would have been the bathroom. There was no door hanging in the door frame so they could see Michael and me, but I knew they were trying not to look.
I told him to stop, uncomfortable that they are watching. He pulled out of me and moved me down onto all fours. He pressed his penis against me, but I reached between my legs to stop him. His penis was very hard and as I gripped it he slowly entered me. As I felt myself expand to take him, I had an orgasm.
I was lying in Michael’s bed, falling asleep while curled around Lacey. She turned into Michael, and I wrapped my arms around him tighter. He rolled over onto his back and pulled me on top of him. I buried my face into his neck while keeping my eyes tightly closed. I breathed in his scent and knew I loved him. As he slipped his penis into me, I had an orgasm.
Michael and I were going on a short cruise that departed from the bottom of my mom’s garden. Before the boat left, we wandered through some shops and Michael convince me to buy two bikinis for the trip.
We had planned some on-boat snogging with my new bikinis, but once we got on board we noticed the layout of the boat was too open to allow for any personal special time. We wandered around a bit and finally sat down on a bench. I sat on Michael’s lap facing away from him and he wrapped his arms around my waist.
We had some blankets over our laps, and then I felt Michael penetrate me. I hadn’t expected it, but was happy that we were able to do it with so many people around.
I pulled the blankets further up to our chins as if that would hide us from the other passengers. Holding the blankets with one hand, I grabbed Michael’s left hand with mine and tried to guide it toward my clitoris, but he was fumbling and didn’t understand what I wanted. I had an orgasm before he could touch me.
Then Michael and I were standing in the boat’s large kitchen fixing sandwiches for a picnic and I knew B was in the adjacent room. I tried to keep our voices low so B wouldn’t hear, but I knew that B had heard Michael and I talking about our successful coupling on deck. I didn’t want to confront him about it, just to enjoy the rest of the boat ride with Michael.
I was at the rehearsal for Steven and Megan’s wedding. I sat at the top of a man-made cliff with my legs dangling over a man-made waterfall. All of the edges were perfectly straight and the corners perfectly square. The whole thing was beautiful.
Steven stood behind me quite a ways but I could sense him there. I decided to push off the edge and jump into the water. I could feel his eyes on my breasts as I went under the water. Intrigued, he jumped in after me and followed me all the way down the waterfall. We both got out of the water at the bottom of the waterfall, looked silently at each other, and smiled.
Then I stood at what was set up like a gas station. But instead of gas it dispensed lubrication, and instead of paper towels there were personal wipes. I went to grab a few wipes but found them very dirty. Not wanting to know how they had gotten dirty, I moved over to another station that was much cleaner.
I used a few wipes and cleaned myself up. He had been a virgin. I knew that Steven could never marry Megan now after having sex with me on the day before their wedding. He was enamored with me an no longer interested in his wedding.
Themes: Sex
I reached into my closet and pulled out a short, green denim skirt. I pulled the skirt over my long, bare legs, put on my red tennis shoes, and went out for a walk.
I walked down the sidewalk for quite a ways. I made a sharp left at an intersection and bumped into Michael, almost bonking foreheads. We laughed about running into each other and talked for a bit. He decided to turn around and accompany me on my walk.
We walked side by side for a long while in silence, enjoying each others’ company. When I got to where I had been heading, Michael went inside with me. He pushed me onto a couch, pushed up my skirt, and sucked on my clitoris. I orgasmed.
I was in a clothing store with B. He was wandering through all of the racks and picking out tops and bottoms that he thought would look good on me. After we had our arms full of clothes, we wandered toward the back of the store in search of a dressing room.
We walked down a hallway, the end of which opened up into a church sanctuary. There were a few people up near the stage practicing a musical number, and we asked the sound guy if there was any place I could try on the clothes. He nodded his head and pointed to a door at the back of the sanctuary.
B and I went through the door and found a classroom with four doors, two leading into the sanctuary and two on the opposite wall. I closed all four doors and removed my clothes so that I could try the new ones on.
Naked, I gave B a giant hug. He picked me up and I wrapped my legs around his waist. I wanted to have sex with him but remembered that we weren’t supposed to have sex for two weeks according to my doctor. I reached between my legs, pressed hard against my clitoris, and brought myself to orgasm.
When he let me down, Judy opened one of the doors and came into the room carrying a large basket. Beth was lounging on one bean bag and Judy sat down on another. I found a pile of pillows and lied down.
Judy showed us the many dildos and vibrators or various size, shape, and color she carried in her basket. She was selling them and wanted us to buy some. She handed Beth and I each one, and we tried them out lounging on our pillows and bean bags.
The vibrator Judy had handed me wasn’t doing much for me because it wasn’t strong enough. I didn’t want to tell her this though, so instead I told her that because I had just orgasmed I probably wouldn’t do so with the vibrator.
I was spreading lotion on my feet and the girl sitting next to me said that she though it much sexier when one puts lotion on one’s chest before the feet. She was wearing a semi-formal black dress. I squeezed a lot of lotion in my hand and asked her to raise her hair off of her neck. Her hair was just passed her shoulders, dark brown, and stick straight.
She pulled her hair around and flipped it back. I again asked her to pull her hair off of her neck, not wanting to get lotion in it, and again she flipped her hair back. She didn’t understand that I wanted her to hold her hair up, so again I asked her to pull her hair off of her neck.
I spread lotion on the tops of her shoulders and the bit of her back exposed by her dress. The back of her dress revealed a two-inch strip of skin down the middle and each sides had cris-cross lacing up it. The front of her dress was similar, and I applied lotion there as well. I orgasmed.
Themes: Sex
I stood in Michael’s bedroom with my back to the window and the door to my right. He was looking for something he had wanted to show me. He rummaged through the top of his desk and his shelves with no luck.
Saying that he knew it was here somewhere, he opened the bottom drawer of his dresser and dug through it. I could see that this bottom drrawer was filled with gay pronography. Unable to look through the drawer properly, he pulled out handfulls of movies and magazines, handing them to me to hold.
I was shocked that he would reveal this to me, and wondered what was so important that he would have hidden at the bottom of his porn drawer.
Themes: Sex
I was in a large home with long, white, sleek lines and uncluttered spaces. The home was occupied, but had spacious areas with no furniture or wall hangings or items. Evening was fast approaching as I wandered through the house’s hallways.
I came to an open door and saw my old friend Holly in the room. This was her bedroom, and was cluttered and well lived in. The walls were painted a very warm color with posters taped up; her unmade bed sat in the middle of the room with a dark earth-toned comforter on top.
She invited me in and I gave her a big hug because it had been a long time since I had seen her. After the hug I left one arm slung around her shoulders. She was shorter than me, her head come just above my shoulder.
We laughed as I looked around her room, then she tilted her head up at me and kissed me on the lips. We lied down on her bed wearing only our underwear. She sat up and I helped her remove her sports bra. She lied back down on her back on top of me. I slipped my tongue around her left earlobe, but it was paper thin and I worried that I would tear it.
I reached up and grabbed her breasts, only to feel that her chest was flat. I figured this had something to do with gravity flattening her breasts, but her chest felt flat like a man’s. Her nipples were hard.
I left her room and walked down the hallway of a large convention center toward the main entrance to a Native Alaskan Arts Fair. Guy stood outside the double doors. I put my right elbow onto his left shoulder as he talked about how excited he was to be there.
I held his gaze for a moment and we knew that we shared a secret, that our relationship was much more than what we were admitting. I felt very close to him even though my elbow on his shoulder looked very platonic to everyone else. I wanted to bury my face in his neck, but knew that would give our secret away.
Themes: Sex
B and I were attending a wedding reception. We walked into the large banquet hall and saw a lot of beds around the hall’s perimeter. Thy were set up to allow the guests to spend the night like a big slumber party if they chose to party hard and late.
After the festivities B and I lied down on the large bed we had chosen. I snuggled into the crook of his arm and noticed a couple by the doors who only had a metal hollywood frame to sleep on, no mattress and no blankets. They were perched uncomfortably on the frame but looked as though they were enjoying themselves. I could tell that they loved each other so much that their sleeping arrangements didn’t matter.
There were more couples who wanted to sleep than there were beds. We invited the couple with only the mattress frame to share our bed with us and another couple. We slept in the middle between the two couples.
I leaned up and kissed B on the neck behind his ear. I nibbled on his ear and wanted to have sex but he pointed out that we would draw attention to ourselves, especially with two other couples in the bed. I rolled over and, sitting up, straddled him. His penis slid into me and I concentrated on being as still as possible and letting him set the pace so as to not draw attention from the others.
I was then watching B and I from a small distance. Then the action became cartoonized as it zoomed in on our pelvises engaging in a sex illustration. After he climaxed, the illustration turned back into reality and I rolled off of him very content.
I saw the couple who had previously been on just the hollywood frame and thought they must be cold without any blankets even though they looked happy. B and I had two blankets and a down comforter, so I pulled the comforter off of us and offered it to the other couple. They were grateful.
It was during the middle ages. I and another, younger, girl had been taken captive. The master had become attached to the girl and told his goons to not harm her. The goons were jealous of his attachment to the girl and spent all of their time making her life miserable, which meant they basically ignored me.
One night I had gone to her cell and found that she had been sliced in two with a sword, right through her belly button so that her legs and pelvis were sitting next to her torso. As I stared wide-eyes, I was told, “The master ordered it.” I wondered what the master would do if he knew.
I watched one of the men go to slice her in half again, down the center of her cheast, and I left not able to bear the thought of her torure. I wondered how much more she could live through. The master later found the goon sitting with a glass of blood. He raised the glass at the master and said, “Look how much we got from her!” The girl’s head laid severed in his lap.
I sat up in a pool of dirty water and felt someone’s arm tight around me. I turned and saw the body of a dead man lying with me. I stifled a scream and tried to move, but the body was heavy and held me down. I saw that we were on the stone floor of the master’s dungeon. I looked back at the body and remembered that he had loved me, and I was probably the reason for his death.
The body started moving; he had come back alive. He grabbed my arm and told me that he loved me and wanted me. I was scared and stood up. He stood with me. His body had been decaying on the flood, but the decaying process was just starting to reverse.
I put my arms around him, still a bit scared but knowing that he wouldn’t hurt me. We kissed passionately and it seemed to me that we were physically connected by his arm somehow, that he wouldn’t be able to remove it from me if he tried.
I wrapped my right leg around his waist and put it on a stool. We were both naked, and I tried to maneuver so that his penis would slide into me. But every time I bent my knees he bent his, moving his penis further fro me.
I sat with my mother on my left at her house. We had found a mystery electric tool that had many attachments and we fiddled with it, wondering what it was. I put one of the attachments on the tool and immediately realized it was an electric personal vibrator. I turned it on and brushed it across my lap. I was wearing jeans, but still loved the sensation.
I felt torn between wanting to use the vibrator and not wishing to embarass myself and my mother by doing so. I changed the attachment to something that looked like a painter’s brush. I gave the machine to my mother and told her to try it, not knowing if she knew what I meant. A gay man was sitting across from us, and I could tell he knew what the vibrator was and that I wanted desperately to use it.
I was then wearing running gear, shorts and my workout top, and stood in my parents’ lawn below the house. I knew I was behind everyone running the race, but I was determined to finish even if I had to finish last. I turned away from the ocean view and ran around the house counterclockwise. I was very pleased with how well I was doing.
Themes: Sex
I was standing in Michael’s bedroom with Michael and one other person. After exchanging a bit of dialog the other person left and closed the door, leaving myself and Michael.
It was midday and there was a lot of light streaming through the window. I got onto the bed and crawled under the blankets, feeling nice and comfortable. Michael started tidying up around the room; I could sense that he was feeling very nervous. Hoping to calm him down, I reached out my hand and invited him into the bed with me. He declined and continued cleaning.
I scooted closer to the left side of the bed and became aware of my nudity just under the blankets. As he cleaned up near that side of the bed, I closed my eyes and concentrated very hard on looking content and inviting. I heard him stop and knew he was standing right over me. I smiled slightly as he bent down and gave me a very tender kiss on my lips. I kissed him back and, taking full advantage of his altered center of gravity, pulled him down onto the bed.
We rolled around on the bed a bit while kissing, my arms wrapped around his neck. Smiling at me, he said that he really needed to get up and keep cleaning. I pointed out that it was too late as he was already under the blankets with me, and we both laughed.
He reached above my head and turned the web cam away from the bed and then fingered the collar of the t-shirt I was wearing. I was surprised to see that I was wearing a t-shirt, but knew that it was one of his old band t-shirts now faded and soft. I didn’t want either of us to get out of the bed.
There was a very large television sitting in the headboard just below the web cam, and all of a sudden it turned itself on. I saw a head shot of an old lady who proceeded to nag Michael about his room not being clean. After saying a few choice words to the old lady, he grabbed the remote and turned the television off.
We sat up and, while each of us were pulling on our socks, he made a comment about his mother, the woman on the television, being much nicer back in 1963. After a few moments of silence, I asked him if he really was born in 1963.
“You are older than my oldest brother, who was born in 1969,” I told him. “I hadn’t realized.” He looked at me very seriously, and I realized that if he had been born in 1963 then he wouldn’t have remembered anything about 1963.
I was to be on a game show with three other women and four men. it was explained to us that we would get paired up, one man and one woman. The men would go into a separate room while the women got dressed. The women would get whipped cream applied around their pubic hair. When their partners returned, he was to eat the whipped cream off of her and the first man done would be the winner.
The men went through a door and us women were presented with a box of approved attire to change into. The other women made their selections and changed quickly. I pulled a few skimpy things out and looked at the male emcee who stood watching us. I was uncomfortable to change in front of him, but knew it was how things were to be done.
The articles of clothing I picked were very loose and flowing, but not in any pretty way. The colors were faded and looked almost stained. I lounged on a large pile of pillows with the girls and felt an overwhelming sense of ennui coming from them.
I did not like the man with whom I had been paired. I worried that he wouldn’t stop at the whipped cream and realized that he might even try to rape me. I told the other women that I was worried about getting raped and they didn’t seem to care.
I decided that I didn’t want to take my chances and told the women that I wouldn’t play; they hardly looked up. When the men came out from behind their door, I stood and announced that I would not be taking part in the game.
My partner stormed over to me and grabbed my wrist. He demanded that I participate, and when I told everyone that I was scared of being raped, he yanked me away from the group and got a bit violent. I knew that I had been right about him, and thought that he might rape me anyway. I wondered how I would escape.
Themes: Sex
I called two women into my photography studio to take their portraits. I positioned them lying, naked, so that their arms and legs were bent at angles opposite to each other. The positions made their bodies quite lovely and unique; I had never seen it done before.
After the shooting was over, I was then one of the models. I and the other girl languidly stretched out on the mats beneath us and took a nap.
When I woke from my nap the other girl was gone, but the photographer was lying behind me reading. I rolled over to tell him something and rolled directly onto his paper soda cup. The straw plunged into my vagina and I stopped, very surprised.
He was very surprised and very sorry for the intrusion into my body, but as he started to pull out the straw I stopped him. The straw felt very good inside of me. I rocked my hips back and forth and rather enjoyed being penetrated.
I had forgotten the photographer was there.
Themes: Sex
I had arranged a sort of high school reunion and old classmates were showing up a few at a time. Wanting to relax and just watch everyone interacting with each other, I sat next to Bryce. He turned to me and buried his head in my neck. I felt something wet and asked if he had just licked me. With his head still in the crook of my neck and shoulder he giggled and then bit me playfully.
I got up and walked across the room. One long side of the room had a bed on it, but the bed was just as long as the wall. I realized that the huge bed was made especially for orgies, and that I had unknowingly invited my high school class for an orgy.
Themes: Sex
I stood near a river with Eric from That 70s Show. Donna stood on the opposite bank of the river and both she and Eric walked into the water toward each other. Donna wore a beautiful white wedding gown, and Eric wore an antique lace gown. I feared the antique lace would be ruined by the water. Just before they met in the center of the river Eric turned and looked at me.
I plopped down onto a love seat next to Hyde. My left hand tucked under his arm and grabbed his erect penis. He placed his arm over my shoulders under my neck, and I told him to at least put his arm behind me. He moves his arm as I suggested and used his other hand to grab my right breast.
Themes: Sex
I was watching public television. I saw a black woman sitting on a white man’s lap; she was facing him and had her legs wrapped around his waist. The camera showed the couple with a tight shot and only from mid-torso up. I knew that she was his slave and the story took place in the American South.
He took off her shirt and I looked away; I knew that I shouldn’t be watching. I looked back and saw that her breasts were very small but also very lumpy and deformed. I watched him lean down and pull her black nipple into his mouth.
I glanced away and glanced back. He was sitting back up and was chewing something in his mouth. I wondered if he had bit a piece of her breast off and was eating it. I then wondered if that was why her breasts were so deformed.
I orgasmed.
Themes: Sex
Four women were laying on their backs beside each other naked. Me and three other people leaned over them and sucked on their breasts.
Themes: Sex
A photographer took my picture and needed to take Ryan Derry’s photo. We were deep in a forest, and the photographer wanted to get higher above the treetops to get the sky and mountains behind him in the picture.
The photographer and I climbed up a level and Ryan looked up onto it. He said that he wouldn’t go any further. He pointed to a tiny smudge of red on a leaf and said that his dad had fallen and cut himself there just yesterday.
I sat at a piano with a 5-year-old girl, and she asked me to teach her a song. I showed her where E is because that was the starting note of the song, then realized I should show her C first. When I showed her C, I realized that I showed her the C above middle C, giving her no frame of reference.
Feeling I was making it too complicated, I told her to try and follow me. I slowly played Three Blind Mice an octave above her and had her copy me. She soon gave up copying me and just plunked around.
I let her plunk and moved to the recliner chair next to the piano. Matt was already in the chair, but there was a bit of room on his right and I slid in sideways. The chair was only meant for one person, and I was sitting on top of him more than next to him.
My right knee slid over his thigh and my breasts pressed against his chest. I knew that he could see down my shirt, so I leaned forward to cover my chest with my head, and I held my bra in my mouth.
I could tell I was having quite an effect on him and I did what I could to inadvertently arouse him more. I leaned in closer to tell him something, making sure he could see far down my shirt. I mentioned how easy it was to press into his groin with my knee, demonstrated, and he rearranged himself.
I leaned over him and passionately kissed him then leaned back. He kept his eyes closed.
I stood in my parents’ basement looking out the window into the dark night. The lights inside were turned off and I stood beside the window curtains. I walked into the kitchen area and ate some fresh strawberries as I looked out that window. I watched a car drive up the driveway; it was too dark to see who it was. They could not see me because I was hidden. I had an orgasm.
Themes: Sex
I was making out with B on my parents’ basement couch. I was lying on top of him and could feel his erection. We were both under a blanket; I got up and removed all of my clothes.
I went into the bathroom to wipe my vagina and remove all traces of my blood, knowing that he wouldn’t want to go any further if he know I were still bleeding.
I crawled back under the blanked naked, knowing he loved feeling my skin pressed on top of his. Straddling him, I pulled one pillow from under his head (he had two) to get him in a better position. His head was too low, so I gave him another pillow.
I placed my knees over his shoulders and moved to lower myself over his face. I became more aroused the closer my clitoris got to his mouth. When he realized what I was doing, he turned his head to his right and said, “No.” He told me that he didn’t like it when I had an orgasm.
I got off of him and walked to my room, mumbling bewilderedly, “He doesn’t like me orgasming.” He called me back to him but I closed the door.
I was walking a friend of B’s out of the building. He put his arm around my waist and I pulled closer to him. We stopped near the lobby and kissed long and passionately.
He was only an inch or so taller than me but extremely muscular. I loved feeling his muscles through his shirt. I reached down to grab his butt; he did likewise.
He had to go, but pointed to a bouquet or large daisies and told me to wear them in my bra before I left. I got dressed completely before I remembered the flowers. I put a blossom in each of my bra cups and left for school.
On the way to school I saw Melissa walking on the side of the road. I picked her up and drove her to the elementary school. She told me all about her new friend.
Themes: Sex
I was in a threesome involving B and another girl. We each took turns being the one on the “bottom,” the one to whom stuff was done. I really enjoyed it being my turn, and it was the girl’s turn last.
B was seated over her head and I down by her waist. I looked up and saw B massaging her breasts. I didn’t like that because I wanted to feel her breasts. I reached up and cupped one breast as I kissed her stomach.
She twisted into a very contorted position that put her vagina right in front of me at head level. She used her fingers to spread her labia and I saw her clitoris. I wanted to touch her or lick her, but looked up at B for approval. He didn’t look up from what he was doing, and though I desperately wanted to lick her clit, I didn’t.
I was about to masturbate and grabbed a soccer ball to assist. I briefly considered a basketball, but realized that it would be too rough. B came into the room and almost caught me. I scooted lower into a small cubic space and tried to reposition my legs so that I could continue.
I gave up on the soccer ball and approached him. I pushed him hard onto his back and forced him to have sex with me. He started to say something, but I told him to shut up and pressed further into him. The next night he was getting ready for me to take him again. I climbed into the passenger seat of a convertible and waved to him as we drove away. He looked very sad, which made me happy to make him wait.
A police officer drove me to Kelli’s home. I went down a staircase to her basement. A spider made of different precious jewels was on the wall in the stairwell; it was eight or ten inches long. It moved and scared me.
Kelli was in her basement kitchen boiling eggs in a giant vat of vinegar. The vinegar was stinking up the place. I asked her why she was doing that now, and she said that they are very yummy. She tossed in a large handful of eggshells, which she said would make them better.
B knew that someone was following him taking pictures, so he asked me to pose for a few ‘juicy’ shots with him (we were not romantically involved at all); I agreed.
We pretended to make out, making sure the photographer got some great angles and shots. Getting into it, I pull my sweater over my head realizing too late that I was not wearing a bra.
He became instantly aroused and forgot about faking it for the photographer. It turned into a very hot-and-heavy petting. He grabbed my breasts, rubbing my nipples with his finger and thumb, and I curled my hand around his tree trunk of a penis.
I was lying on top of B on our couch kissing. All of a sudden I was lying on top of his sister. She pulled me closer and kissed me at the base of my neck near my clavicle. I turned to my left and saw Melissa sitting at our computer watching us. I wanted her to leave us some privacy, but didn’t want to move to a more private location. I turned back and reached down to grab my partner’s butt with my left hand, and she turned back into B.
I had accidentally offended the mob and they were after me. I was walking down a street with mobsters peeking out of every window.
One beautiful woman with black hair sent another very beautiful blonde woman to determine the mob’s secrets. The blonde came back to their shared room with one of the mobster men and had sex with him. She was on top straddling him while the other woman took a bath on the other side of the room.
The woman with the black hair outline their plan verbally and the blonde kept turning around so she could see the black haired woman in the bath.
Themes: Sex
I was sitting on a large sectional black leather couch watching television with Loren and Ryan. Ryan stood up, took my hand, and led me from the room. I looked back and Loren had a large grin on his face as he watched us leave; he knew where we were going.
Ryan led me through hallways and grand rooms of his large mansion-like home. We stopped in the bedroom and fell into bed together.
We remained fully clothed despite the level of intimacy we both desired. He was on top of me, kissing me everywhere. His hands rubbed my breasts while he repeated, “Your breasts. Your breasts.” I used my hands to press my breasts together over his face; he liked that a lot.
I got up and went into the bathroom. While there, his mother rushed into his room at 1:30 am to check on him. I smiled at our good fortune that I was in the bathroom at the time and she didn’t find us in each other’s arms because she would have had a fit. She wore a peach and white flowery satin nightgown and robe.
On my way back to his room after she left, I passed Ryan’s father in the hallway. His father nodded at me and smiled. He was wearing a dark blue or brown corduroy robe over light blue cotton pajama bottoms.
Ryan’s bedroom was huge and his bed larger than any I had ever seen before. The pillows and blankets were so thick and soft. I was at perfect peace in that room.
We resumed our clothed intercourse and I could feel his penis thrusting at my hips rhythmically. I wanted to climb on top of it and push it deep into me, but we kept our clothes on and continued with the heavy petting. It briefly crossed my mid that he once told me he was gay.
We heard his mom in the hallway, so I jumped of the bed and behind the right door of his small closet. She immediately opened the closet door and pushed me out into the hall.
The scene replays: we heard her in the hallway, so I jumped behind the left door of his closet. I was unable to keep my balance and leaned back into the hanging clothes. She probably heard the hangers move on the rack. She opened the closet door and pushed me out into the hall.
The scene replays: we heard her in the hallway, but this time I decided to stay in bed with her son.
I turned around to flush the toilet, and watched the bowl fill with bright blue water. I didn’t remember putting one of those blue tablet things in the tank, so I removed the lid of the tank and peered inside. There was no blue tablet or dye of any sort that would make the toilet water blue. I wondered how it was blue without a tablet, but when I replaced the tank lid the water in the bowl was returning to clear.
I came out of the bathroom with my hair heavy and dripping wet. I held it carefully off of my back and clothes, but made no attempt to ring the water out of it. B and I were getting ready for a motorcycle ride.
I fiddled with my hair, and then turned to him. B was wearing a deep red, velvet, and zippered hooded sweatshirt. I pulled open the chunky gold zipper and revealed his naked chest. I opened my bathrobe, exposed my breasts, and then went to him as he fell back onto a twin-sized bed.
I wanted to straddle him while he kissed me sitting up, but he pulled me to the side so that I was lying on my back and he was on top of me.
I was traveling through a town and stopped by someone’s house to spend the night. She was in the shower, and I made myself at home. When she emerged from the bathroom, she said that I could use the shower if I wanted.
I undressed in the bathroom and stepped into the stall shower. I left the door open and the light off while I showered. I leaned up against one of the stall corners and, with my feet spread, masturbated.
My masturbatory attempt was not very gratifying. I wanted her to come into the bathroom, see what I was doing, and join me.
When she came into the bathroom, I apologized for doing what I was doing with the door open. She told me to not worry about it, but made it very clear that she was not interested in joining me. I was disappointed.
Themes: Sex
Someone I knew had a stockpile of edible creams and liquids and needed to get rid of them. I was in the kitchen washing my hands when someone handed me a bottle of glow in the dark edible paint on their way out of the apartment and said, “The other two are just finishing up with the rest of it”.
I found this very suspicious, and went to my closed bedroom door. I opened it and saw my husband lying naked on his back diagonally on the bed while a woman, fully clothed, gave him oral sex. They were using the products that the friend brought. I said, “What the fuck!?” and the girl ran off.
I hit B on his chest and beat him with my fists. I sobbed and sobbed. I could not believe he did that to me. I want to physically hurt him. I screamed at him and told him to get out.
I was walking up to the house with two brothers (not mine) and on my way passed a small garden with yellow crops. The lawn next to the house had large yellow patches as well—there was not enough water for all this vegetation.
The younger of the two brothers went in the basement door and the older went in the upstairs door. I knew they were angry at each other. On my way to the upstairs door, Lacey decided to climb through an open, non-screened window.
I was then inside sitting on the couch with the older brother on my left, the younger brother standing to my right, and Katy Stevens sat in an armchair to my left. We were just hanging out in the brothers’ basement having a good time. The older brother pulled me closer and put his head on my shoulder.
I crossed my legs and my pants pinched my legs. It was very uncomfortable. The older brother kissed me on the lips, and then stood up and announced that he would return shortly.
Everything is yellow. Katy is wearing a yellow flannel nightgown; the younger brother is wearing yellow jeans and a yellow shirt. He leaned over me like a child grown too large to sit in a parent’s lap and kissed me tenderly on the cheek. I know that he likes me and is jealous of his brother. The older brother - now B - returns with a yellow blanket. He draped it over the both of us and wanted to pool it at our feet. I didn’t understand, but I didn’t stop him.
He then asked me when the last time he changed, meaning his clothes. I didn’t know. He said that he wanted to make sure it was recently, because he wants to sleep with me. All of a sudden I am alarmingly confused. Sleep with me?
Themes: Sex
B crawled into my bed and lied down with his body completely on top of me. The blankets are pulled all the way up so as to cover his shoulders. We kissed passionately, and then I pulled off my tank top so that he can better access my breasts if he wants.
Then I am swimming in a lake with two other people. B appeared on the shore holding black leather chaps. He was about to zip the chaps on and get into the water to climb on top of me, but I told him that the other people in the lake would know what we were doing. He leaves the chaps on the shore and joins me.
After a bit of the heavy make-out session that did not include any intercourse, I asked him if he had orgasmed yet; he hasn’t. He asked me the same question, and I tell him that I haven’t either.
We went inside and continued in the shower of a relative’s house. I accidentally pulled the shower curtain down, then a handful of people ran through the bathroom - it had two entrances. There was some sort of emergency; they were in so much of a hurry that they did not notice that B and I were engaged.
A teen couple is lying on a table in the middle of the room. A lot of people are milling about the room as though it were a respectable, high-class party. The young couple are wearing black brief underwear, but are otherwise naked. They go through fluid dance-like motions that obviously represent sexual intercourse.
She crosses her arms over her bare breasts, and as she slides her hands down and over her belly she raises her hips into his pelvis. He is between her thighs and thrusts. They are making full contact with the pelvises, and I imagine that he was probably erect. Each time she lifts her pelvis, I can see where she had shaved off the pubic hair that fell outside of her briefs.
Themes: Sex
The dream is a still picture of a woman’s pelvis from her belly button to her mid-thigh. she is wearing a blue-green see-though French bikini. I can tell she has shaved her pubic hair. Lower on the crotch, just where I would be able to see her labia, the fabric is opaque cotton.
She has her index finger in the band of her bikini and is pulling the fabric down to the opaque fabric. A man is lying on his back at her crotch level and has his head turned to his right looking at what her finger might reveal. Her hip was beautifully curved.
Themes: Sex
Dad and I pulled into our driveway in his truck and parked in front of the house. I could see smoke through mom and dads bedroom window. I ran inside and asked mom if there is a fire. She said no, but told me I could check if I wanted. I opened the door to their bedroom and saw a naked person. I hurriedly shut the door and then, realizing it was Melissa who was naked, went back into my parents’ bedroom.
There were three teen couples lying on the bed and under the covers; all of the boys were wearing clothes and one of the girls was naked. I tell them in a rushed manner that they need to get their clothes on ASAP because my parents were out in the hallway. The naked girl was hunched down trying to cover her nakedness.
The girl on the left, Melissa, and the one on the right threw back the covers revealing they were naked from the waist down. I kept telling them to hurry up and get dressed. Only then did I notice that the room was filled with marijuana smoke.
Later, the boys had spread through the house and tried to disguise that they were masturbating. The three that were in the bedroom with the girls sat on the couch watching a movie and rubbed their crotches; they were hardly subtle. One boy kept running from upstairs to downstairs as if he couldn’t keep himself from masturbating yet was ashamed to do it in my parents’ house.
The last teen was playing electric guitar. He was really good. But after a while I realized that he, too, was masturbating but hid it quite well with the strumming of his guitar.
I found a baby animal - a puppy or kitten - in a teeny tiny kennel. The cage was so small that the animal’s feet dangled out. I am appalled at how small the kennel is, but I can’t figure out how to rescue the animal without hurting it.
B and I are then sitting on a bed in a living room. I tell him that I want to get some bat ice cream before bed. He gives me a piggyback ride into the kitchen to get some bat ice cream. I know we are going to have sex.
Themes: Sex
I found myself naked and tied to conveyor belt. A man in a black mustache and black clothing stood beside me. He pushed a button that started the conveyor belt. As I am pulled along, a thin rubber strip barely rubs my nipples.
Themes: Sex
I am in a large, plush bedroom sleeping. The furniture items are large and very expensive. B comes to the side of the bed and wakes me because he is horny. He crawls under the covers with me and we make out.
I glance up and see that the curtains of the very large windows are open. Just outside the window is standing our landlady pretending to water the flowers and a man standing next to her watching us in bed.
I get up to close the curtain wearing a sarong and white t-shirt but no underwear. I can tell he wants me, but I walk in a way that lets him know I am taken and have zero interest in him.
I pull the heavy curtains all the way closed and make my way back to the bed. B pulls off his boxer shorts and moves on top of me.
Themes: Sex
I was in a small airplane with two women and man all slightly older than myself - we are a military team. One of the women and I flew up 30 feet and turn the plane around to land immediately; the quick landing is part of our training. But we landed wrong and end up crashing. I wasn’t wearing my seatbelt during the crash, but no one was harmed. I get out of the plane and rush towards the large hangar-like building for debriefing.
I was then standing in a bathroom wearing only my underwear and bra brushing my teeth. I am one of the older women in my military team. The other woman comes up behind me with her toothbrush and I realize my bra is pulled up over my breasts.
I stand seductively as she talks and I notice that she cannot keep her eyes off of my breasts’ reflection in the mirror. I pull my lightly colored bra over my darkly colored nipples and cover my breasts.
Then I am the younger of the three and walk into the bathroom to see the older two standing at the mirror brushing their teeth. I laugh and go through a door to the toilets.
There are many stalls in the toilet room. I try the first one on my left, but it has no lock. The next one I try has a broken lock. The lock in the third one is missing. By this time my bladder is extremely full so I hold the door with one hand. As I squat to urinate, my bum touches something cold and wet.
Jumping up I see that the toilet is brimming with water, urine, and poop. Disgusted but really needing to pee, I remain standing and straddle the toilet as best I can so as to not touch the toilet or whatever it holds.
I watch at my urine turns dark - I am starting my period. I grab some toilet paper to wipe, but it won’t stop my excessive bleeding. I don’t have any underwear to wear for the quick trip to my clothes and I am dripping blood. I wad up a ton of toilet paper and hold it between my legs as I flush.
None of the stuff in the toilet bowl will go down. Facing the toilet all of the stalls are gone. Instead, the toilet is in the middle of a large room. There is a girl setting up her cot next to the toilet. She has a lot of black curly hair. She tries to help me flush the toilet but to no avail.
She reaches behind her cot and pulls out an extremely short plunger. As she uses it she gets her hand in the urine and poop water. We see that there are also fingers floating in the bowl. She screams.
I run past the place where the other two women were brushing their teeth - they are gone - and into the other bathroom door. This is a complete bathroom: clean, pretty, and plush. I am able to sit properly and wipe away the blood. The seat is very cushy, but I am worried about getting blood on it.
I am now a skinny twelve-year-old black girl. I need to get some pictures taken of me that show how sexy I am. I am sitting on a quite large black man’s lap wearing a thick polyester swimsuit. My hair is pulled back tight against my head. He is sitting in a metal chair just outside of his open kitchen.
His wife is standing at the kitchen sink doing dishes and laughing at us. He asks me how to get nipples perky, but I wont let him try on me. I keep staring at the opposite wall waiting for the picture to be taken, but there is no cameraman.
Themes: Airplane/Airport, Sex
I was lying in one of the few twin beds in our bedroom in the middle of the night; the other beds also had occupants. B came into the room and, standing by my bed, raised his arms above his head in a pose of victory. He excitedly announced to everyone in the room that he had just experienced his first orgasm, and his mom had helped.
Horrified, but not knowing what to say, so I sat up and listened. As he told his story, I sat up in bed and ‘watched’ it happen. He explained that he was having problems sleeping so went out into the living room. There he found a very large stuffed gorilla with an erect penis. He sat down on the gorilla’s lap, wrapped his arms around it, and proceeded to thrust his hips into the soft toy. His excitement escalated, but he was unable to get beyond a certain point: he had plateaued and was unable to hit the peak.
His mom (who in the dream looked nothing like his real-life mom: she was tall, skinnier, and probably in her mid-thirties) came out from her bedroom and found him humping the toy gorilla. She pet the top of his head and told him to lie back: “momma will help.”
At this point I was standing by my bed and asked him if she used her vagina. I asked him if he went inside of her. He wouldn’t answer my questions and wouldn’t look into my eyes. By his lack of answers, I knew that he had intercourse with his mom.
I felt furious, disgusted, offended, and baffled. I asked him why he didn’t come get me when he wanted to orgasm - I would have been more than happy to help. He shrugged and said he didn’t know.
B then said that he had put his penis on top of a black soft leather briefcase and rubbed it against the silver zipper. A little boy appeared with a glass of milk and poured it onto B’s penis. The boy rubbed the milk into B’s penis while B rubbed it against the zipper.
I wandered around in a small circle feeling everything and nothing - I was stunned - and then laid back down in bed.
I walked through a large field, into a near empty warehouse, and then was in a large building. It was designed with a lot of beautiful wood: the floors, the grand staircase, and the banisters were all a dark, hard wood. It is either a school or mansion or place of business. I walk up a curved staircase to the second floor balcony overlooking the large foyer below.
Standing on top of a railing, I reach up and grab two gold and sienna elasticized cords with tassels on the ends and jump off of the balcony. The cords stretch and stretch, allowing me to make a graceful landing on the lower floor.
Just as I am setting my feet on the floor, two secretaries that look as though they stepped out of the sixties appear just beneath me. I drop right into their conversation and knock one of them over.
I release the two cords and turned to watch them spring back towards the ceiling. Nearly there, the tassels became entangled. I turned and saw a skinny man wearing a white dress shirt, a tied, and dark slacks. He was in charge, and I was in trouble for knotting the tassels.
He and I turn to exit the foyer - he is following me to make sure I untangle the cords. We walk through a pair of metal and glass doors, the kind often found in schools and school libraries. The doors open into a small arctic entryway and another set of doors.
B steps through the other doors and grabs me in a large, loving hug. He pressed me up against the wall and kisses my neck and ear. He grinds his pelvis into mine.
I glance to my right at the man who was following me and try to tell B to wait while I untangle the cords and tassels, but B doesn’t care. The man is staring at me, wanting me to hurry so he can get back to work, but all I can think about is the size of B’s penis pressed up against me.
B and I were looking at an apartment for rent. It was very large and had two floors. The apartment was set back in the woods and pretty secluded - we really liked that. Upstairs, he, a friend, and I stepped into a small bare room from the bedroom. The ceiling was tall, but there was nothing in the room - it only had plywood covering the walls, ceiling, and floor. I could tell that the roof in this room is peaked - it looks like a small tower from the outside.
B was on a ladder inspecting the ceiling of the bare room when our friend’s pager goes off. The display shows the name of the landlord. She dismisses it and tells me that he has paged her 5 times in the past ten minutes. We had locked the downstairs door so we could look at the apartment alone.
Back downstairs, we unlocked the door and there stood the landlord. He was an short and slightly round man in his sixties. He said that all he wanted was to be inside while we looked at the bedroom. He appeared very nervous, but not upset in the least that we had locked him out of his place.
Then I was sitting in the living room looking out a large bay window wearing a pale v-neck nightshirt that barely covers my butt cheeks. To my left a door opens and from the room emerges a blonde actress I immediately recognize.
She is wearing a similar nightshirt and her butt cheeks are red. My nerves immediately act up because I know it is now my turn. She went to a couch on the opposite wall and folded her legs underneath her. From the room emerged a petite lady in her fifties - she was the landlord’s wife.
She motioned to me, and I got up and turned into the room. There was a small window on the opposite wall with a view of some trees. In the center of the room is my waterbed. All of the blankets are piled on the floor by the foot of the bed, but they are still tucked in.
She tells me to lie down, and I briefly wonder which end of the bed I should put my head. I lie on my stomach with my head at the foot of the bed. I can feel my nightshirt pull up and expose more of my butt.
Then I am on my back and the blankets are pulled up to just barely cover my breasts. B is on top of me and sucking my breasts. I glance down and see the blankets pull back slightly and reveal my nipples. B is fully clothed, but only the blankets cover me.
I become aware that B is thrusting his pelvis against mine through the blankets. The sensation is very strong, as are his thrusts, and I climax.
My entire family (parents, grandparents, siblings and their families) went to visit my sister-in-law Heidi’s house. Every floor of her house had been set up like an antique/thrift store. We went downstairs into Heidi’s second basement (we were two levels under ground) to look at her ‘good’ items.
I noticed a bulge in the ceiling, but think nothing of it. The family got very comfortable in chairs and couches amongst piles and piles of antiques, when the ceiling bulge pops. The room quickly fills with yellow desert sand from the ground above. We have just enough time to get out.
I remember this happening before, and thought that it really sucks that it happened again just after Heidi cleaned all the sand out from the first time.
At this point in the dream a narration starts - it is a man’s voice that sounded like a professional narrator. He talks about what other people are doing while the basement fills with sand. The visual played out the story he spoke - no other sound was present.
There was a couple in there 70s that were standing by the stairwell that led down into the basement. They were just starting to head down when my family ran up the stairs, almost knocking the older couple over.
The narrator then told about a teen couple that was experimenting with sex for the first time. The boy tried very diligently to give his girlfriend pleasure through oral stimulation, but she wasn’t feeling much pleasure. Having given up, they fell asleep naked together.
She had a nightmare that woke him. In order to comfort her, he pressed his finger to her clitoris. This woke her with strong orgasms. They were so joyous of the accomplishment of the pleasure that he continued stimulating her, and she continued orgasming, all day long.
At one point, they had fallen from their bed and down through some sort of pit, yet he continued to rub her clitoris. Both of them were receiving immense pleasure.
The narrator told me that she had orgasmed three times within the last hour. They gave no indication of slowing down.
Themes: Sex
I, B, and another male walked into a room that resembled the choir room in high school. In this room stood KatiAnn, a friend from high school, and three other girls the same age. All four of them were stark naked and standing in a line while dancing and singing; KatiAnn was at the end of the line furthest from the door and us. I was very shocked to see these girls doing this because it was nothing like their personalities.
After a short while I realized that they were completely drunk and didn’t know what they were doing. Because of their nakedness, I tried to push B out the door and back into the hallway. But he kept wandering back in, staring with horrified confusion. The other guy we were with had the same horrified look as B. Neither one of them could look away.
I am then lying on my back in the middle of a small room. I slowly become aware that someone is kneeling over me. After some more time, I realize the person is female, and she is naked. Suddenly aroused, I sit up and grab her from behind. Her flesh is a very light color, feels smooth, and smells clean.
I run my hands over her sides and hips, around to her stomach, and down to her groin. My fingers close around a penis I recognize to be as B’s. Confused, I turn her around and see a female groin. But again when I feel her genitals, she has a penis.
Themes: B, Gender Confusion, Sex
B and I are on a bed making out heavily; we are rolling around and end up with me on top. I sit up and remove one of my tops very seductively, making sure he is watching. Underneath two more tops I am wearing a Hanes men’s wife beater tank; I am sure it is B’s tank. The tank is slightly see-though, and I am not wearing a bra.
I grab his penis and notice that some of the monterey jack cheese from the other night’s dinner had dried in rings around his penis. I pull up the tank I am wearing to reveal the undersides of my breasts but no more. B reaches out to touch my breasts, but I don’t let him.
I scoot back, lean down, and start sucking on his penis to remove all of the dried cheese. It was very arousing.
B and I walk from a building to our car so that we can go to the store. Opening the car doors, the interior is our bed. We crawl under the covers and curl up together naked. My dad comes outside from the building and heads to the car. B sits up rather quickly and turns on the light about headboard so that my dad won’t know that we were lying together in bed. I stay lying down under the covers.
We then get out of the car in the Eagle Quality Center parking lot. Inside, I am carrying a small and fuzzy female puppy in my left arm. I get distracted by the store and walk a few feet ahead of b. Glancing behind me, I see him talking with his sister Sarah. I speed up because I don’t want to talk to her.
Hurrying down a twisting hallway, I see her running to catch up with me. I enter into a large room when she does catch up with me. I don’t mind having her with me; I’m glad she’s there.
We look at displays set on blue velvet covered tables that line the room. We are the only two people in the room, and I decide to let the puppy walk on the tables and stretch her legs. She walks to the table’s edge and jumps off. Sarah and I lunge to grab her, but she evades our grasp.
After a bit of running and lunging, we get the puppy back. Sarah and I decide to leave the room with the puppy. At the doorway, Sarah leans back into the room and yells, “bye, Izzy!” At that moment, I realized that all I was wearing was my see-through panties; and I didn’t know that Izzy was in the room - he must have gotten a really good look at me.
Not yet having gotten the two items I needed at the store, I entered the main supermarket area. I tried to hold the puppy so that it covered my left breast; I also held her with my right arm, using my arm to cover my right breast. I was very self-conscious and uncomfortable being naked in a public area.
I got my first item, and put it under the dog because she wasn’t big enough to fully cover my breast. The second item I needed was many aisles away. It was a box of packs of gum.
When I got it, I also held it to help cover my breast. Walking to the checkout, the packs of gum and the other item kept slipping from underneath the puppy, exposing my breast.
Sarah tried as hard as she could to help me stay covered, but there wasn’t much she could do. The whole time she walked on my right while I held the dog in my left arm. No one else in the supermarket noticed my nudity.
B, another person, and I were walking down the beach in Homer carrying buckets and shovels. At a nice spot, we stop and drop to our knees. Using my hands, I dig deep into the wet mucky sand, and pull out a clam. I am trying to teach B and this other person how to dig for clams.
I sink in my arms again and pull out a lot of sand and dirt. Sifting through it with my fingers, I come across a small ball of roots. I explain that these roots belonged to the clam I just dug out. Looking into the hole, I watch as a clam foot digs farther into the muck. I glance over at B and see that he and the other person both had four or more clams at their knees. I feel inadequate as a teacher because they are doing so much better than I.
Since everyone is ready to start clam digging with full force, we step back to get the shovels and buckets. I grab the shovel with the longest handle. This is the spade shovel B and I just bought this weekend; I know this because its sticker is still attached to the head.
B thinks he should use the new shovel because of its extended length, and I playfully keep it away from him. After a bit of playful banter, I trade spades with him. I step forward and give him a big hug and a kiss; while I do, the handle of the shovel he is holding rubs me between my legs and feels very good.
Our kissing becomes more passionate and we drop the shovels. I take off my glasses, and he leads me to a soft spot in the sand where we both sit. Making out, he plays with my clitoris and brings me close to orgasm.
Glancing up, I see the rough figure of a person coming around the bluff point 20 feet away. I try to stop B, but am overcome by pleasure. This figure come closer and verbally interrupts us. I leap off of his lap and lunge for my glasses sitting in the sand a few feet away.
This person is foreign, a tourist, and knows little English. He mentions something about his truck not being able to get back because of the flooded river. This greatly confuses B and I, and we try hard to understand. As we look back the direction we originally came, we see that the tide has come in quite suddenly and is very high.
We panic that we might not be able to get back because of the high water line. Using the time that we still have, we sprint the few miles back to the opening of the beach. Here we saw the foreigner’s vehicle - a white Volvo - sitting on one side of what looked like a flooded river. On the other side was the hill to the park and parking lot that connects the town to the beach.
There is a couch that we have to push up this small hill and into the parking lot. I watch as B and the foreigner and a few other men try with all their might to get the couch over the tip of this small hill. Every time, the flooded river pushes it back down.
I step closer to the couch and give a few suggestions. B doesn’t understand what I am suggesting, so I grab the couch and show him. Immediately, it goes over the hill where it belongs. I was proud that I knew how to solve the problem.
I look behind me and to my left and see a woman lying on a box wearing nothing but panties. The floor was white, as were the entire background and box. I bent down and began performing cunnilingus on her, when I realized that I was both the performer and the receiver. The tongue, my tongue, felt so good that I orgasmed.
Themes: Sex
I was sitting on the toilet in a white bathroom pooping. The door was on my right and I was facing the bathtub. Jake, a lifelong friend, was out in the hallway waiting for me. As if the door were made of glass, I could see him pacing back and forth right outside the door, though he could not see me. I watched as he came close to the door, looked left and right, grabbed the door handle and pulled a knife out of his pocket. He popped the lock off the door and came in. Knowing what was coming, I was able to wipe whatever I had thus completed and pull my gray sweatpants half up. The door opened on its left side, he looked at me and grinned. Still trying to pull up my pants, I came to the door and made that comment that if he has to go that bad, be my guest.
He wouldn’t let me leave the bathroom. He gave me a sneer/grin and pushed me back in. I knew that he intended to rape me. I pulled the waistband of the sweats over my butt as he pushed me into the tub. Lying on my back, I had visions of how I needed to fight back - where I needed to plant the kicks and how to protect my body - but trying to implement them was not as easy as I had imagined. Every knee to the crotch and kick to the face either missed or was blocked.
I was then outside of the bathroom in a large banquet hall type room; he was still in the bathroom. I knew that I needed to run and hide, but if I went for the door he would surely see me and catch up because he ran much faster. I also knew that if I took any longer to find a place to hide he would come out of the bathroom and get me. So I ducked behind a short wall right next to the bathroom, knowing that being so close to him would be one of the last places he would look for me. I hid there and waited.
Then the room filled up with people from my hometown church for an after service potluck. There were round tables and chairs set up all throughout the room, every one filled with a person. I spied my grandparents standing at the other end of the room near the exit door - I hadn’t seen them in a few months. I got up and went over to them, knowing that if Jake came out of the bathroom, he would see me saying hi to my grandparents, not trying to escape. I was now wearing my short purple sarong and black tank top.
I hugged my grandmother and talked jovially about this and that. Keeping that everything-is-wonderful smile on my face, I then hugged my grandfather. As we were hugging, and retaining my smile, I whispered into his right ear, ‘Would you please take me home with you? I’m in grave danger.’ In the instance of that hug, I communicated my entire situation to him. With his arm still around my waist, he led me outside to his truck. This truck had a wide stripe down its side and was very, very tall. I had to be hoisted up onto the side step, and then crawl onto the seat. Mid crawl, I realized that I was probably flashing my grandfather with my short skirt, but it could no longer be helped.
Sitting in the passengers and he in the drivers seat, we began driving away from the building that was now the location of my grandparents home. I asked why we were leaving my grandmother - he told me that she knew her way home and enjoyed the exercise that walking gave her. We drove down the hill to my parent’s house. I looked in the side mirror and saw my grandmother running at full speed directly behind the truck. I felt very safe inside the cab of that truck.
There was a small, young girl that had some sort of medical ‘problem’. This problem was that she orgasmed many, many times throughout the course of her day and night. It was not something she could stop or even control. This girl was only in kindergarten, and her teacher was concerned of her continual upsetting of the other children. The girl’s mother was frustrated that she could not do anything to help her child get along with other children. This girl sometimes enjoyed her ‘problem’, but most of the time she was very exhausted and frustrated that she could not concentrate on anything.
She had made friends with a much older gentleman - perhaps old enough to be her father. But he was not her father. He was very much intrigued and pleased with her orgasmic levels, and he helped her along with them. Their sexual relations angered me as that she was so very young and he so much older, even though he was always the one pleasuring her and not vice versa. I tried speaking with her mother about it, but she claimed that it was good for her daughter to use her ‘problem’ in such a positive way. I tried and tried to convince her that what this man was doing to this girl was not positive, but was, in fact, statutory rape. The police should be called and he put into jail. All the while our conversation took place I could see the girl and the man in the midst of their sexual relations out of the corner of my eye.
Themes: Sex
I was at my parents’ house in their basement in which we used to live. My dog was having a great time playing with my parents’ dogs. My oldest brother and his wife came down the stairs, as if they were coming for dinner. The entire family was in the basement sitting around the edges of the basement living room. This large of a family reunion made me feel as if it were a very special holiday or birthday. I was standing in one corner of the living room with my oldest brother sitting on the couch to my immediate right and my husband sitting near the stove in a chair to my immediate left.
All of a sudden my dad was ticking me so ferociously that he pushed me into the corner of the room. I struggled and tried to get away, but he overpowered me. He grabbed both of my breasts with one hand and held me there in the corner. I felt sexually violated and very angry. I was so furious that I was yelling at him to let me go and stop tickling me. But my attempts of escape were futile and, knowing this, I was crying. I looked to my right and my left, seeing my brother and husband and then the rest of my family continue on with conversation as if everything were normal. I wondered why no one was helping me when I was being so obviously assaulted.
Again demanding that my father let me go, he told me that I wasn’t strong enough to make him. I began to flail, hitting him with about as much strength one has in their grip immediately upon waking. My fists hit his chest but did no harm to him and did not help my situation. He laughed at my weakness. I told him that I could get more strength when I needed it. I looked directly at my husband and saw his large erect penis and knowing that this was my source of strength. It was not a symbol of sexuality, but of strength and power. With my father still holding me in the corner, I began to push him back away from the walls and into the room.
B and I were outside on a grassy hill on a warm and sunny day. He was sitting and playing some video game. I came up behind him, tapped his left shoulder, and said, “Twenty minutes?” He grinned, turned his attention away from his game and towards me. We proceeded to have an intense kissing session. We were under blankets and I was on top of him for the majority of the time. We rolled and rolled, and I ended back up straddling him. I leaned forward, making my shirt fall forward and down, exposing most of my breasts - I could see all the way through my shirt.
I then heard my mother clear her throat very loudly. B and I stopped what we were doing and I poked my head out from under the covers. Standing beside us I saw my mother, another lady, and her little girl. My mom told me to come with them; they needed my help. I followed them, and my mom told me that she almost found out more about me than she had ever wanted to know. She was disturbed about coming upon B and I like that, even though we are married.
I followed them to a little building where we went to a corner of one room. The other lady instructed the cute little girl to squat and pull down her panties. I stood watching as my mother and this lady cheered on this little girl, supporting and encouraging her. I was very unsure of what was going on, and I was not instructed as to what to do to help, so I just watched. The little girl managed to squeeze out a few drops of clear urine onto the concrete floor. Her mother and mine were very happy. They let her get up; she ran to me and started climbing up a wooden pole right in front of me. I helped her a bit, but then I noticed that she had climbing shoes with the spikes on her feet and could easily climb the pole. She was very happy.
Her mother was talking to someone on her cell phone when the girl was climbing and we all discovered that the girl was going to have to try again. The whole scenario replayed itself until the little girl squeezed out a few more drops onto the floor. Her mother let her get up and she ran to me again to start climbing the pole. However, this time she was barefoot and was unable to climb the pole.
B and I were having sex in the back of my home church’s sanctuary. We were in such a position that I could look out the window and see the front steps. I was on the bottom with my legs wrapped around his hips as he was pumping away. He said something and I stopped what I was doing and responded. I was not in the mindset for sex, but did not mind at all that we were making love. Then B told me that if I wasn’t going to orgasm, then hold on tight. So I reached forward and grabbed a hold of his hips for his orgasm.
Afterwards, I was lying on top of him with my head on his shoulder and my hand on his chest. It was a very comforting and peaceful position. I looked up and saw a woman from that church walking up the front steps and into the entryway. I didn’t want anyone to know what we had been doing, and I knew that whoever walked into the sanctuary would be able to tell immediately.
She walked in and glanced at us with a disproving, knowing look. She asked for B’s help, and he went to help her. He was fully clothed and I noticed a wet spot on his white pants. I was confused because we had both been naked while in the midst of intercourse, but the wet spot would indicate that we were both fully clothed and were dry-humping, in a sense. He was embarrassed about it and tried to cover it up, but to no avail.
We wanted to go buy some comic books, and Beth wanted to go with us. We had been driving for a few hours before she asked where we were going. B was driving, Beth was in the passengers seat, and I was in the back. He looked over at Beth and casually said, “Anchorage.” She wasn’t terribly chocked that we were headed out of town instead of going to the local comic shop. It took a very long time to drive to anchorage due to construction. We saw Melissa on the road, and she gave us a ride the rest of the way into anchorage.
She dropped B and I off at my parent’s place then drove on into town in her little car. Someone I don’t know asked dad accusingly why he let his daughter drive in the city alone. Dad didn’t see a problem with it. My parents had a lot of dogs, all of which I hadn’t seen before. I went into Melissa’s room and saw my dog it was a little, hyper thing, running all over Melissa’s bed, unable to sit still. I was trying to coax it up close to me, but at that time Melissa drove into the yard, and a larger dog came into the room and started barking, too much commotion for the little dog.
Then B and I were talking with my parents and Melissa about our apartment hunt. Melissa didn’t understand the term ‘unfurnished,’ so I had to explain it to her and listed for her the furniture we own. She asked if we had a headboard; I told her no.
I was then naked but for my panties, leaning over the back of the couch in the living room trying to remember someone’s name. But I couldn’t. There was a shower stall/bath tub right behind me, and I stepped in. I stood with my back to the faucet and my hair under the water for some time with my eyes closed.
After thoroughly soaking my hair, I opened my eyes and saw my father standing at the other end of the tub. I didn’t find this strange or wrong at all. He was dressed in black pants and a black shirt. I asked him why he was still dressed (he was going to take a shower, after all) and he said that he didn’t want to undress in front of everyone in the living room. It made sense to me. I grabbed a towel off the rack yet stayed in the shower stall.
After I finished drying my face, I saw that my mom was now standing in the tub fully clothed. She was holding a dishtowel and was rubbing my fathers nipples uncertainly. I noticed that her nails were perfectly manicured. He turned his head to her and reached for her hands tenderly. I felt awkward seeing this. Not embarrassed for what they were doing, but awkward in the sense that they should be alone. I brought the towel back up to my face, not wanting them to know I saw anything. I then realize that I had showered with my glasses on and they were covered with water drops. I took them off.
B and I were in a large room of a large mansion. Every so often, the scenery would change into some movie that we had both seen before, complete with all the original actors, whether they were animated or real. It changed to Sleeping Beauty, then to Cinderella. It changed to a scene that B didn’t recognize, and I told him it was The Sound of Music. He didn’t know what that was, so we watched it for some time. This was when I realized he had the remote and could change the channel at any time. When Julie Andrews started singing the theme song from the sound of music, he recognized it and immediately changed the channel because he hated the movie.
We were then lying together on a couch in my parents’ basement - only the couch was up against the wall, like it used to be a few years ago. B was lying on his back and I on my side and with my back pressed up against the back of the couch. We were quite comfortable together. He was flipping through the TV looking for something to watch when a red haired girl came on the screen. I told him it was Angela Asbury. He didn’t know who she was, so I told him that she had played in Murder, She Wrote and Bedknobs and Broomsticks. I was trying to think of what else she had played in, but to no avail.
I was still thinking when I heard the downstairs door open. I looked up and B was coming home from work. The B who was still on the couch with me, held a cookie sheet up to block the view from the B who just walked in and then kissed me. He lowered the cookie sheet and I said ‘hey sweetheart’ to the B at the door and he replied ‘hey baby’ obviously happy to be home. The B on the couch raised the cookie sheet a little bit so that he couldn’t see himself at the door. I grabbed the cookie sheet, raised it higher, and kissed the B on the couch passionately.
This dream took the form of an interview, where I was the interviewer. I was talking to a male midget, and he was discussing how difficult it is for someone his size to find the perfect mate. He said that he wasn’t focused so much on sex… in fact, he wasn’t terribly interested in it except once every five years. He told me that this is when his tortoise (or turtle?) comes ashore to lay eggs. He said that because of his size, the two are a perfect match. That evening was the big event of laying the eggs, so he would give a demonstration.
He waited, naked, on the shore for the turtle to appear. She finally came and went to her nesting place to lay her eggs. As soon as she was in position, he ran after her and jumped on top of her shell. He proceeded to rub his genitalia all over her back (thankfully, my angle of vision was from quite a distance). This went on for the hours it takes for a tortoise to lay her million eggs. When she was done, she rolled over onto her back and “gave him what he wanted”, as the little man put it.
Themes: Sex
I was at mom and dads. It was around dinnertime, and I was getting hungry. So I went to the kitchen to make some dinner. I was going to make spaghetti and meatballs for the whole family. I got the sauce in one pot getting warm and the water in another pot then went to the bathroom while it was boiling. I came back and both of my pots were gone and the burners they were on had been turned off. In their place were two flat cookie sheets covered in non-cooked beans and all sorts of herbs neatly grouped and looking very aesthetic and very purposeful. I couldn’t figure out what had happened to my pots. I looked around a bit and found them in the sink and dad was doing dishes. The kitchen felt very crowded with stuff on the counters.
I was upset that mom had thought they were dirty. She stepped into the kitchen, I asked why she took my pots away, and she said that I wasn’t watching them so she figured I was done. I got super upset - was crying so hard I could barely talk. I almost yelled that I had just gone to the bathroom for one minute to come back and find that I had been kicked out of the kitchen. I followed mom downstairs trying to get her to tell me why she had done it and trying to convey that she shouldn’t have. I told her that I had been hungry and since she hadn’t started dinner then I was going to. But my anger and sadness just kept building and building until I was doing that big-breath-in thing that you do when you’ve been crying reeeeally hard and my speaking was barely a whisper. She handed me my black yoga pants and said, ‘There, will that make you happy?’ and went back upstairs.
I followed, speechless in my angry tears, and found the kitchen to be empty but for one sandwich-sized plastic bag filled half way with spaghetti noodles cut into pieces the length of the bag so that they all fit perfectly horizontal. That was all that was left of the dinner I had left. I was in sheer agony - dropped to my knees right there on the kitchen rug and wept hard and uncontrollably. I ran out of the kitchen and downstairs to the orange laz-y-boy chair that was always my favorite, grabbed a blanket, and cried and cried. My old dog Chilie jumped up into the chair with me and laid with me. I remember thinking, “I’m not going to survive the entire summer here!”
All of a sudden I wanted to talk to B - he was still in Fairbanks. I went to the family room, but the computer was gone and so was everything else - I remember thinking that it smelled musty. The phone was gone, and there was no phone elsewhere downstairs. I heard Melissa coming down the stairs, so I ran back to the chair and got back under the blanket with Chilie. Mom was right behind Melissa, and they both stood on opposite sides of the chair (Melissa on my left, mom on my right) trying to figure out what was wrong with me. I told them to go away. Melissa grabbed a book from the bookshelf and asked if I had ever read it - if not, then I need to. I caught a small glimpse of the cover and noticed that the word ‘sex’ was in its title. I pulled the covers up over my eyes to make everyone go away.
I was in a bathrobe in my bedroom - but I wasn’t with B. I was with another man…. but we weren’t touching. I was sitting in a lounge chair and he on the edge of the bed… just talking. I crossed my legs and was aware that my upper thigh was showing… then was aware that my gentleman friend had noticed, as well. He said that I was beautiful. I asked him something…. maybe ‘what’s so beautiful about me?’ (?) He said that he longed to tough me… then ran through a list of attributes. My hair, my eyes, my breasts, my stomach, my long legs. He said he just wanted to wrap his arms around me and feel my genitalia.
Then some other girls showed up in the room. I recall them all being very gorgeous and very thin - models, perhaps? We had a long discussion. I turned back to my gentleman friend (who was now real-life-friend matt) and he was sitting up masturbating. I asked why he was doing that, and he said that he just couldn’t help himself… I do it to him. I left the room confused.
When I returned, the gentleman was now my brother Damon. We were still siblings, but we were acting really young - like we were having a slumber party. When we finally went to bed, he grabbed my breast and said “boobie” and that sent us both into giggling fits.
Themes: Sex
I was pregnant and in labor in the hospital. When I gave birth, I didn’t feel any pain. I was handed the baby, a girl, and immediately brought it to my breast in order to feed her. However, she didn’t want to take my nipple, and I was disturbed. My baby then turned into a six inch long white sperm. It wiggled so much that I couldn’t hold onto it and it got away. Its movements reminded me of a water eel. I tried to catch my little sperm, but it kept squirming out of my grasp. I called out to it like I was trying to gat a dog to come to me.
I chased it all over the room and under my bed. The bed had no linens on it, and the mattress overhung the box spring by a few inches, and as I crawled out from under the bed, my head caught the mattress and pulled it off the box spring on top of me. I was still calling to my little sperm, but this time it came and was tangling itself in my hair. This was disconcerting, and I was becoming claustrophobic under the mattress, flailing about.
Themes: Sex