Thursday, September 25, 2008
♥ The Howling
You ever have a dream so vivid, so realistic, you actually find that you've moved in your sleep and perhaps even more?
Dreams are mysteries. They are subconscious ideas that somehow seem to flow into your conscious by accident. When you remember dreams, your brain fucked up.
Hell, without dreaming, though, there can be no sanity.
Some are good, others bad. Those are nightmares.
I wouldn't really define this as a nightmare, but it certainly wasn't a happy thing either. It was more of a kind of... pure pleasure sensation, a sexual dream, if you will.
At least the meds haven't knocked away my sex drive.. /groan
A friend of mine said she hated me recently. I haven't talked to her in months, and the next time I see her may be in a porno, if I'm even watching them. She told me straight away that she wants to be a porno star, the same friend whom stuck with me through that hellish private school. We got each other through, and she repays me by saying, "My parents don't want me to see you anymore. Bye."
What a twit.
You're wondering what she has to do with the dream?
Be warned. It may get a little.. explicit.
You..have been.. warned... DundunDUN!
Okay, on with it.
Remember how she said she wanted to be a porn star? That's the center. Remember that.
Somehow, I'm in some kind of house. I'm not sure if it's mine or hers, or someone else's.. Does it matter? The main colors seem to be yellow, the walls, the lighting.. everything seems vividly yellow, warm, and cozy. Strange. I'm relaxed, at home.
But she's there.
I don't recall what she may have said to me. I don't know what either of us were doing there. But.. she suddenly brings her hands to her chest and strips away her shirt, revealing a tight and small bra. The cloth is a kind of fishnet fabric, allowing see-through vision, and over her nipples rest taped X's, only to make it more tense with anticipation.
At this moment, it's as if someone's turn on a switch. I hate her, but I suddenly lust for her. I want her. I want to reach out for her and massage her large breasts, to kiss her.
By this time, she has fangs.
Vampire? Most likely. Makes it all the better.
She comes at me. I've been sitting in a chair the entire time in the middle of this warm room.
She moves against me, hips to hips, her lips discovering my neck. That's when I immediately fall under her power.
A side note, want me to do just about anything? Kiss my neck. Bite my neck. I'll do whatever you say until I come to.
Her teeth brush against the skin, and I just barely groan. Her hair falls forward, a hand of mine reaching to brush my fingers through it.
Her breasts are pushing against my own, but by this time, I don't think of myself as female any longer. When that switched was flicked, it was turned on in a different sense for me. It's a tad difficult to explain.
My legs are open to her, both of us grinding. She turns from my neck to my lips.. and skins one of those sharp fangs into my bottom lip.
It stung just a bit, and I can hear a groan pass out of my month before I taste my own blood briefly. She's then licking it off of my lips... and my alarm goes off to snap me out of it.
Now, tell me.. where did my subconscious come up with that?
Dreams are mysteries. They are subconscious ideas that somehow seem to flow into your conscious by accident. When you remember dreams, your brain fucked up.
Hell, without dreaming, though, there can be no sanity.
Some are good, others bad. Those are nightmares.
I wouldn't really define this as a nightmare, but it certainly wasn't a happy thing either. It was more of a kind of... pure pleasure sensation, a sexual dream, if you will.
At least the meds haven't knocked away my sex drive.. /groan
A friend of mine said she hated me recently. I haven't talked to her in months, and the next time I see her may be in a porno, if I'm even watching them. She told me straight away that she wants to be a porno star, the same friend whom stuck with me through that hellish private school. We got each other through, and she repays me by saying, "My parents don't want me to see you anymore. Bye."
What a twit.
You're wondering what she has to do with the dream?
Be warned. It may get a little.. explicit.
You..have been.. warned... DundunDUN!
Okay, on with it.
Remember how she said she wanted to be a porn star? That's the center. Remember that.
Somehow, I'm in some kind of house. I'm not sure if it's mine or hers, or someone else's.. Does it matter? The main colors seem to be yellow, the walls, the lighting.. everything seems vividly yellow, warm, and cozy. Strange. I'm relaxed, at home.
But she's there.
I don't recall what she may have said to me. I don't know what either of us were doing there. But.. she suddenly brings her hands to her chest and strips away her shirt, revealing a tight and small bra. The cloth is a kind of fishnet fabric, allowing see-through vision, and over her nipples rest taped X's, only to make it more tense with anticipation.
At this moment, it's as if someone's turn on a switch. I hate her, but I suddenly lust for her. I want her. I want to reach out for her and massage her large breasts, to kiss her.
By this time, she has fangs.
Vampire? Most likely. Makes it all the better.
She comes at me. I've been sitting in a chair the entire time in the middle of this warm room.
She moves against me, hips to hips, her lips discovering my neck. That's when I immediately fall under her power.
A side note, want me to do just about anything? Kiss my neck. Bite my neck. I'll do whatever you say until I come to.
Her teeth brush against the skin, and I just barely groan. Her hair falls forward, a hand of mine reaching to brush my fingers through it.
Her breasts are pushing against my own, but by this time, I don't think of myself as female any longer. When that switched was flicked, it was turned on in a different sense for me. It's a tad difficult to explain.
My legs are open to her, both of us grinding. She turns from my neck to my lips.. and skins one of those sharp fangs into my bottom lip.
It stung just a bit, and I can hear a groan pass out of my month before I taste my own blood briefly. She's then licking it off of my lips... and my alarm goes off to snap me out of it.
Now, tell me.. where did my subconscious come up with that?
♥ My
doll smiled.
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