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Time (asleep) heals all wounds.
Time (asleep) heals all wounds.
**LOL** I fell asleep at 6pm last night. I woke up at 6am this morning. Twelve hours of sleep! Sheesh. But I don't feel like I've overslept any. I just feel good again. So that's cool.
But better than cool are the two sex dreams that I had last night! There's something for my faithful readers to enjoy.
The first one was by far the most positive I've had since the ex and I broke up. It started out with this woman from another branch of the company I work for (and no, as far as I know she doesn't exist in real life) had come to our branch to collaborate on the design of a new computer program. We'd spent the last two days going over every minute detail of design implementation at work. She had to leave early the next morning, and unfortunately we just weren't done yet.
So I volunteered to work as late as it took to make sure that we had it all down on paper before she left. So we went out to a business dinner together, and then retired to her hotel room to finish work.
At first we were trying to be politically correct about the work, trying to sit in the uncomfortable chairs and use the coffee table in the room as a work table. But as the hours stretched on and that just became too much of a back-aching obstacle, we retired to her king sized bed where we could lay out the papers better and half-sit/half-lay facing each other across the bed.
Finally in the middle of the night, as we're both barely awake, brains dulled, and just plain punchy and out of it, we finish the last of the design details. We both get excited.
In my excitement I kiss her. Just a peck. Nothing special really.
And you can just see and feel the emotions cross her as time stands still. Surprise, anger, confusion ... but in the end, what won out was lust. She jumps up and kisses me back, deeply. It was so hot. We made out like schoolkids on the bed. And as we made out our clothes kept coming off. We stripped ourselves, each other, it all mixed in with the kissing. At one point I touched her nipple lightly and she shuddered. And that was where I lost all control.
You see, I love having my nipples teased. They're very sensitive and it just really rocks my world when I'm turned on. (If I'm not turned on enough it's actually quite annoying.)
But my ex, the only woman I've been with for the last 7 years, and the second woman that I've ever been with, has no nerve endings in her nipples whatsoever as far as I can tell. Playing with them excites her about as much as, say, playing with her forehead.
So for this woman to be so turned on when I played with her nipple, it was heaven. It was the most exciting thing ever. And so I played, and played, and played. Granted, not all of it with just her nipples. I mean, there's so much more fun to have too.
But bed was rather uncomfortable, what with all of the paperwork, pencils, etc. on it. So we ended up on the floor. And, for the first dream since the ex and I broke up, I dreamed of penetration! That's got to be a good sign, right?
So anyway, we're going at it like mad. She's practically screaming and bucking. And she has one hell of an orgasm. Which is funny, because my experience has shown me I have mine pretty darn quickly (most unfortunately) when I haven't had sex in a long time. But she beat me to it. **LOL**
Not that this is normally a problem, but unfortunately, she was so sensitive afterwards, that I had to stop. Her nerves were just too stimulated to bear any more.
I was gracious about it. I mean, hell, it's not like that's anyone's fault or anything. If anything it was mine for playing with her so much first. **LOL** And, in a way, I was flattered.
Besides, it was for the best. In the excitement I had forgotten about a condom. I didn't have one and I'd been damn stupid to go even that far without one on. Had I gone even further the chances of getting her pregnant would have gone way up. As it was, I could have just submitted myself to any STD. Stupid stupid stupid. (Luckily it was only a dream.)
But then she leads me to the bathroom, sits down on the toilet, cleans herself off of my penis with some kleenex, and gives me a blow job until I get off. I got off! For the first time since the ex and I broke up, I climaxed in a sex dream! That's got to be a good sign, right?
The dream ended not long after that. We exchanged numbers and addies and promised to keep in touch and get together again some time. Which was kind of awkward, you know? I mean she was flying out in a few hours and all.
The funny thing is, even though I climaxed in the dream, I didn't in real life. I've never had a wet dream. **LOL** On the one hand, I don't really mind since that'd be a mess. On the other hand though, it's kind of sad. I mean, if I can have a sex dream that good and not have it be a wet dream, then just how damn good would the sex in a wet dream be?
Inquiring minds want to know. **LOL**