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2017-04-11 21:37:07 (UTC)

Better Groove Than Stella Ever Had...

Everyone has a sex life and everyone dreams. Occasionally these two things intersect each other. Now me, I have a sex life and I dream. I dream about sex a lot. Way too much, because I can, that's why!


I lucid dream often which means I am usually aware of when I am dreaming and can take control of my dreams. So I do and it is fantastic. Sometimes I wander off and explore parts of my dreams that are largely background if I tire of the plot premise. I typically dream in action movie sequences or wandering around nearly randomly. Sometimes I run, fly, float, swim, or break into some nice place and relax. I visit old places I loved in my waking life, explore art from the inside out, or drive recklessly. But my all time most dreamt dream is sex. Not Roman orgies, no thanks. Just smallish places and one lucky person or two, or four. Something intimate and fun, I have never tired of the basics. I have first kisses over and over again. The breath catching thrill of clothing getting pulled off for the first time. Sometimes I finish, sometimes I wander off, I mean I don't much worry myself over it. Sometimes I am in love, in lust or merely bored. Sometimes the others in my dreams watch me bemused. I mean it is pretty silly to continuously dream of sex.

But it isn't too silly. It is just that bit of myself that refines technique and considers the nuances of what I like, could like, or would pass on. The other characters in my dreams seem mystified that I want them again. Which is sorta funny since I constructed them as well. Like my Id is amusing to my conscious mind. As a result of getting a nightly workout of my cerebral love muscle I have had a lot of time to figure out what I find attractive, hot, meaningful, and what I don't. I have had the imagined pleasure of a host of actors and actresses, but usually my taste veers toward the more mundane of choices, the guy or gal I have met in my waking life and maybe an ex here or there. Sometimes I ken doll up someone I don't think I know from any waking moment and really weird science up my night. It is one of the primary reasons I adore sleeping.

Since first love came back into the picture, my actual sex life has had an uptick but my imagined sex life died! And it has had far afield effects on me. I am definitely more moody and fickle without my proper outlet. Trying to remedy that with sexual help of the just myself kind was rendered worse than useless, uncomfortable! I struggled against letting it seep over into my actual sex life, but it was a struggle to keep the malaise from spreading.

So last night, thoroughly bent out of shape, I dreamed. And now I feel so much better. It won't file your taxes, or whistle "Dixie!" for you, but it will put a smile on the poutiest of mouths. May my dreams be filled with hot sex scenes and sweet kisses! Huzzah!




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