An erotic dream can send the mind over the edge. I tend to have ones that are totally out of the normal for me. Normally I am very dominate, but when sleep consumes me, something snaps. I turn into a little submissive puppet. I wanted to share a recent one with you.

He placed his hand on the center of her back, pushing her hard to the mattress. She had denied and teased far too long. One push of her flimsy skirt up and he exposed her ample ass. God damn, that was worth the wait.

Round and supple, her flesh quivered beneath him. One yank and the sheer white panties gone. He noticed the damp panel but said nothing. Why embarrass her even more? Holding her down with one hand, he used the other to release the tension in his pants. The zipper now down allowed his throbbing cock to spring forward and hit her ass cheek with a silent thud.

Erotic dreams are a wish that your heart makes.

Singing a childhood rhyme in his head, he tapped between her pussy and ass. Placing the head on her pristine entrance, the look on his face was that of a devious lion. One push, only one, and his cock tore into her pussy walls. It was her screams that threatened to break every glass in the room that sedated him the most.

The folds perfect, he knew the moment he was fully inside what heaven felt like. Rich and untapped fluid guided the head deep enough to nestle against her cervix. He was home the moment the lion silenced the lamb.

Erotic dreams or did it happen? Did I drop down and submit to this man? I guess that’s for me to know, and you to never find out.

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A nocturnal dream, informally known as a wet dream, sex dream, nightfall or sleep orgasm, is a spontaneous orgasm during sleep that includes ejaculation for a male, or vaginal wetness or an orgasm (or both) for a female.

First of all, thank you to everyone who is reading my blogs. I am surprised to find out just how many enjoy my writing as well and my naughty fantasies. This blog though, it stems from a call I did where he read my last submission about dreams. When he spoke of a dream he had, it brought a flood of memories of my own celebrity dream. God, that was the hottest man that I never wanted to fuck.

First of all, my dream was about a rockstar whose music I love, but never have I found the need to want or to masturbate to him. Well, not until I woke up in a cold sweat and my own cum drenching my pussy lips. If he is half as good as my dream, his wife is a lucky woman.

I finally took the cruise I had always wanted. Little did I know, the musical talent on this boat was 80’s theme. I love it, but wow, who would have thought that Twisted Sister would be the main act. I think we all know the song Come on feel the noize, and who can’t sing along every time you hear it? Little did I know that Dee Snyder would fuck me in every hole I had. Shocked? Me too!

My nocturnal dream was about DEE Snyder!

I don’t remember how we met on the boat, but I do remember sucking the biggest cock I had ever imagined. He was rough, demanding, and forced all that cock down my throat. No, he was not wearing makeup. Just himself. I gulped, gagged, and swallowed, but that wasn’t enough. Right there on the deck of the ship he yanked my pants off and fully fucked my ass without lube. Talk about pain during a nocturnal dream. In reality I would never fuck without lube, but it was Dee Fucking Snyder. He pounded my ass hard enough to rock that ship.

The best part of the whole thing was that people watched as he pulled his cock from my ass and forced me to finish him off in my mouth. I am a voyeur by nature, but during this dream, I was the exhibitionist. Everyone clapped and cheered as he came on my face. I know I came many times, but sadly I woke at the end and wondered WHAT THE FUCK did I just do? Thanks Dee, you are one hell of a performer.

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Have you ever felt a dream so real that you woke up still shaking from the impact? I have.

A simple coffee during a rainstorm, or was it fate? When I plopped into the small cafe around the corner from my house, I never anticipated meeting someone. It was the last thing I wanted. Just getting out of a messy relationship, I was taking a year’s sabbatical from dating. Well, that was the plan, at least.

Secluded in the corner booth of the small shop, I had just wrapped my hands around a steaming cup of coffee when lightning lit up the sky. A laugh was my first response to the extraordinary light show. Los Angeles isn’t known for freak thunderstorms, so this one was special. Maybe the Gods above decided to cleanse the earth of all the filth that littered the streets. Heaven knows this place can use a little clean up right now. I leaned back, my feet stretched out and resting on the seat across from me. There was no better reason to stay inside than to people watch. I have a little addition to that sort of thing. Some write, others scream, but I make up stories in my head about the lives of others when I am feeling my lowest. A gentle exhale escaped as I took my eyes from the window to the man in the opposite corner from me. He was fortyish, jet black hair, and eyes, god, they were the greenest I have ever seen. The kind that vain people photoshopped on themselves to intensify their pictures. Maybe they were contacts, but in my mind, they added a little mystery to his presence.

“More coffee,” she asked.

Startled for a minute, I didn’t even hear the waitress walk up. As I sat my cup down, the fresh java penetrated my nose with a heavenly aroma. “Oh, yes, please. Sorry, I was zoning out with this weather and all,” I said. I smiled at the woman. Her expression never changed. She could care less about what I was doing or the weather. I’m sure she hated her life, and her feet ached from running around this place all day. I think she was the only waitress, or at least, the only one I saw. As she refilled my coffee, I went back to that hunk in the corner. God, did I just refer to that dream man as a hunk? That was a term my mother would use. Maybe I am losing my mind after that breakup. I thanked her as she walked away, but no response. I chose not to tell her the back of her uniform skirt was tucked into her panties with a personality like that. She could walk around all day showing her ass for all I cared.

A little bit of sugar makes the coffee go down. I was humming that as the seat across from me was taken by none other than Mr. Green eyes himself. Under the table, I pinched my thigh to make sure this was real, or had I went down the rabbit hole of my mind again?

“You’ve been sitting there for fifteen minutes watching me. Have we met?” he said.

I was speechless for a moment. I shook my head from side to side, my blue orbs locked with his. “I’m sorry. This weather makes me daydream more than usual. Sorry if I made you uncomfortable,” I said.

I couldn’t even fathom a man like this talking to me, let alone sitting across from me. God, what the hell was happening here? Have I lost my mind? Or was this dream a reality?

He sat the cup of black coffee in his hand down on the table, and without a second thought, removed my shoes and placed my feet in his lap. I wanted to pull back, but when his hands started to slowly massage the soles, I couldn’t. I was mesmerized by the boldness of his actions, and well, to be honest, the way it felt to have this stranger put his hands on me without my permission. A gentle tug, and he placed my feet against his crotch, pushing to allow me to feel the full length of his manhood.

“Oh shit,” I stumble for words, my coffee cup shaking in my hands.

A soft chuckle from the man as he continued to rub my toes, smiling as though this was as natural as breathing. “So, do you come here often? Bad pick up line?” he asked.

Again, I shook my head from side to side, almost choking on my words. “No. It was raining, and I needed shelter,” I said, lowering my voice to barely a whisper, “What are you doing? What if someone sees?”

Nonchalantly he said, “I’m rubbing your feet and enjoying a nice cup of coffee. Two strangers are sharing a booth and getting to know each other. Nothing wrong with making friends.”

I arched my feet against his crotch, pushing down on his dick in response. “No, it’s fine. I just was wanting to know if this was something normal for you?” I said. As I pumped my toes against what I assume was the head of his dick, he moaned out, closing his eyes for a minute. I never want this dream to end.

God, what if I made this man cum in his pants? Jesus, that would be humiliating for both of us. Well, for him, at least. He will have the wet spot, not me. I pressed harder, my toes rubbing back and forth. I could tell he was going to get off. I never felt when he tugged his zipper down, but I felt his. The skin on skin, he was jacking off with the help of my bare feet. A deep groan, and he soaked my toes with his cum, using the soles of my feet to milk himself. I closed my eyes for a minute, trying to understand what just happened, but when I opened them, he was gone.

“Miss, more coffee?” the waitress asked.

I stumbled for words, “No, just the check.”

“Oh, no need to worry about that. The gentleman in the corner paid for your coffee. You’ve been sleeping for a while,” she laughed as she walked off.

Was it a dream? How could that be so vivid and a fantasy? Pulling my feet from the other side, looking down at my bare toes covered in cum. As my cheeks flamed in heat, I looked over at Mr. Green eyes, shocked when he lifted his cup and nodded to me.

Well, that was a dream worth sharing. Want more? Call me on niteflirt

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