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The Blonde of My Dreams

April 8, 2009

Sometimes I have these startlingly erotic dreams that interject my regular flow of boring or just plain confusing dreams. For the most part my dreams aren’t memorable enough to survive waking and the ones that are just so superior in What-the-fuckness that they linger for days. As far as the erotic ones, the wtf element that serves as a constant in every single one since puberty has been a petite-ish nude woman with shoulder-length blonde hair.

The very first dream I had of her was the first ever sexual dream I ever had – she was laying in the middle of a white, featureless room in a very deep sleep. I straddled her waist and ran my fingers over the skin along her sides and breasts until she woke up, parted her lips and sighed as if she were still dreaming. I kept skimming my fingers over her in an exploratory sort of way and at the same time became increasingly overwhelmed and aroused. I woke up and lay in bed for a couple hours, staring at the ceiling wondering what the fuck that dream was really about.

Another memorable dream I had of her was during a sex party where she was the hostess clad in a slinky silky silver robe and slip outfit. I spent the entirety of the dream sifting through naked couples and dark rooms draped in red fabrics looking for her – she was always just leaving when I arrived in a particular room. Of course, when I finally caught her, I woke up.

The latest dream had her as mischievous headmistress type showing me a room of leatherbound books and impact toys. she wanted my help writing and illustrating a book that highlighted each of her tools. To ensure the validity of the content, she insisted on trying each of the toys on me. I agreed but sat down first to start drawing the cover…she stood behind me with her hands on my shoulders and bare breasts pressed against my….woke up.

The others I’ve had usually feature her as an extra or some sinister character. I’m not really sure what to make of them but they keep my nightlife interesting.

2 comments

  1. If I may… I think the woman in your dreams is you. You are the main key in your sex life and in your fantacy. By exploring the woman that lay naked in an empty room when you were young, you were exploring the begining of your own sexuality. Blank, pure, untainted – white. Perhaps chasing her through a sex party, where you passed up other couples signifies you chasing what you really want from sex, and leaving what other’s want from you behind. You write sex content, she wanted your help with a book about sex toys – not a far stretch. You wake up before anything gets resolved, because you have something unresolved in your life that revolves around this sexual being. Just my thoughts… maybe I’m right, maybe I’m not, but hopefully it gives you an angle to think about.


    • That could very well be…and I haven’t really had dreams about her since I dwelled on this thought.



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