My Erotic Dream

So here it is....My head floating with combination of shear pain and the ‘quite frankly not caring about it’ thanks to the little green and yellow capsules that collegue dosed me with at work (Tramadol?)

I arrive home, feeling dizzy and sick, like both coming up and coming down from a pill. I figured the best plan of action was to sleep away the rest of the drug and awake ready to take my next dose of Metronidazole. I put some music on and read a few pages of my filthy book before drifting off into a semi-conscious semi-dream like state, I remember hearing Blondie singing ‘Sunday Girl’ in French, which probably did not help with the erotic smut that was about to follow.

I am not sure what is going on with my brain or body at the moment; firstly the torment of having an unspeakably painful vagina, and not being able to touch, stroke or play with it and secondly having an erotic dream involving a woman, I cannot help but ask the question; if there was no pain in my vagina would the content of the dream have been more masculine? I figured that I was subconsciously punishing myself. I have spent years doing in consciously so why not do it on a much deeper level too? So here it is – my erotic about an imaginary faceless woman. My god life is so fucking weird.

So I’m there in a room, I don’t know what room or where it is, with Lisa. She is wearing baby pink panties, like the kind a 16 year old girl wears in Hockey lessons to give the teacher a cheap thrill when her sports skirt catches in the wind. I’m not sure what I was wearing, if anything at all, I think I was far to transfixed on Lisa to notice.

We lay there, Lisa on top on me, spoiling me with kisses on my neck, my shoulders, my cheeks and slipping her warm tongue in to my mouth. I feel her pushing herself towards my pussy; I feel that she is slightly wet, which in turn makes me feel moist. I feel her hard nipples rubbing against mine. She is shaking with excitement.

I stroke my hand down her back, her skin is so very soft, and I feel the curves of her waist and her hips, like an undiscovered valley – pure and unscathed. I slide my hand to the pink knickers and pull them down at the side. She helps me by pulling the other side and soon she is naked. I look at her faceless body, she is warm and her skin is supple. She grinds herself against me, she is now very wet, and she wants more from me than I can give. I wonder where you are. Surely it is much later than the time we had arranged? I worry that you are having second thoughts.

The next thing I see you over her shoulder. I stroke her hair and tell her to trust me, I tell her that I love her and to relax. I see your strong hands stroke the arch of her beautiful back and gently grasp her around her hips. She looks shocked. I whisper in her ear to trust me. I feel my pussy dripping with the excitement of what is about to happen. I grip her shoulders to prevent her from turning and seeing you. I want her to be pleasured with an anonymous fuck, and I want it to be our secret.

At first you slide your hard cock in-between us both, our cunt lips encase you and you feel our clits getting harder on each side of you. I see that you are spoilt for choice, you have two wanting pussies awaiting your cock, I give you a gentle smile, you thrust a few times before you slide yourself deep in to her hole. I do not feel jealous; I know that you wouldn’t forget me. I know that it would only be a matter of time before I would be feeling you inside me too. Your cock wet with her. You look happy, and this makes me happy.

Her face is somewhere between horrified and elated. But she slides her hand down to my breast and gives me a gentle squeeze, rubbing her slender fingers over my hard nipple. She starts to kiss my neck again, but this time hard kisses; so bloody hard. The kisses were like she would never kiss again and she is trying to enjoy every last precious one. There were kisses of lust, kisses of disbelief and kisses of joy. She is making very quiet grunts as you thrust hard against her. She moves the kisses towards my ear, ‘Thank you’ she gently whispers.

So that was it. My dirty dream.