Dreams

Dreams are strange things, sometimes they flash by unnoticed leaving no trace at all, all they leave is the feeling that something odd happened but you’re not quite sure what. These are the mundane, every day dreams that don’t effect your thinking. The uninspiring and the ordinary that pass by time and time again so regularly that we subconsciously erase them to ease the repetition. Then there are the others, the ones we choose to remember that burn theirselves into our memory for whatever reason. The ones that are so erotic we wake up sweating, with damp thighs and strong desire to go back to sleep. These are the ones that stay and play over in our minds at any given opportunity. You can find yourself anywhere at any time suddenly smiling knowingly to yourself as you recall the sensations that seemed real enough at the time. An imagined lover can be there with you all day doing unspeakable acts as you go through the drudgery of a day at work.

A team meeting passes quicker when a dream lover hides beneath the table and as your boss goes through performance figures you can almost feel a pair of familiar hands running up your thighs. You try and look interested as the hands slide your pants aside as graphs and charts are explained. By this point you are staring determinedly at the projection, eyes glassed over as warm breath caresses the damp curls between your legs. You will yourself to look interested as you feel the tip of a tongue gently part your moist lips and expertly seek out your now aching clit, hiding the shiver that runs up your spine with a change of position. The power of your mind is such that you have to fight to suppress the orgasm you can feel building up at your core and you shift restlessly in your seat praying for the meeting to end so you can find a quiet place to relieve the pent up sensations.

Later on while sat at your workstation staring blankly at the same page you’ve been looking at for the last fifteen minutes your mind slips once again and you find yourself reliving another part that your subconscious had kept for just the right time. The imagined memory of him slowly sliding into your still aching wetness causes you to clench your walls tight as your mind tells you how it would feel to have his throbbing cock buried inside to the hilt. Unable to stop this train of thought you find your hips rocking gently in your chair as the seam of your pants rub in exactly the right place. You find you’re getting wetter saturating the fabric with your juices as you continue to remember, your muscles contracting with each thrust that isn’t real until the climax that threatens is so close you have to fight to stop it. Dragging your mind away you pray that your colleagues weren’t watching you too closely.

That night you go to bed with these thoughts on your mind and you find your hand automatically drifting down over your stomach as your eyes close and picture that it’s his hand and not yours that you can feel tracing over your warm skin. You breathe in sharply as fingers gently part your lips and test the wetness, arching your back for more contact as they brush your clit lightly. Soon you are lost to the fantasy and you writhe on the bed, your fingers deep inside you as in your mind he is above driving in to you forcefully, bringing you closer and closer to the edge but you don’t want it to end yet. So you slow it down and grind your hips lazily against your palm, wallowing in the glorious sensations building up in the pit of your stomach and between your legs, knowing that it can’t last forever. Your pace picks up as once again he pounds into you mercilessly making you gasp as sweat forms over your body and you feel you fingers being squeezed tight inside you. His name is on your lips as you shudder and gasp, the waves of your orgasm washing over your entire body, leaving you exhausted.

As you drift off to sleep your mind picks through your day and your subconscious plays back the highlights. The next morning you wake up sweating, with damp thighs and strong desire to go back to sleep and throughout the day you play back your dream to yourself as you go about your everyday business.