I don’t know…I dream about sex a lot.
I mean, I have a pretty healthy sex life. Like for sure a few times a week or so. More than the average Jane. But still, at least once a day, and usually more like 3-4 times, no matter what I’m doing, where I am, or who I’m with…my thoughts get hit by a freight-train of wild sexual thoughts and need. The fantasies are all over the place…some vanilla, but mostly kinky as hell…some sensual, but mostly tending towards violent. A lot of the time I can excuse myself and go and do something about it, a lot of times I already have plans to see someone who I know will take care of me later in the day…and sometimes I can’t.
A little while ago, maybe 2 years now, I started keeping a fantasy journal. Every night before bed I try to recall the fantasies that swam through my head that day, and I write them down, as detailed as possible. It’s an exercise in pure self-restraint, trying to avoid saying “fuck it” and putting down my pen and reaching for my box of toys under my bed and just getting off to my thoughts. But it’s been such a great exercise for me, mentally…but that’s another story.
So, what usually happens is I push through, and I keep writing, and at some point I’ll doze off in the middle of a sentence…all that writing makes me drowsy.
I suppose that facing all my imaginations needs and wants right before bed must kind of prime my mind for my dreams. My dreams are filled with lust. And because they’re dreams, they’re wilder than anything I can possibly make up in my mind when I’m awake. I mean, occasionally they can be pretty vanilla, especially if I’ve been feeling vulnerable during the day. But other times…I mean, picture the weirdest Hentai you’ve ever seen…yeah…that kind of weird.
It’s incredible. I feel like I’ve explored my sexuality a thousand times more in my dreams than I have in my waking life.
Anyway, back to the point of this story…
Now, occasionally I’ll cum in my sleep and wake-up mid-orgasm…but that’s only happened like 6 or 7 times that I can recall. But usually, every morning, I wake up a hot mess. My mind is blurry. I get flashes of weird and lustful scenes from my dreams and I feel myself clench between my legs. My loins are always soaking…dripping. I want nothing more than to plunge two fingers between my labia and feel my body quiver with orgasm…
But what I want and what I need…well…they’re not the same thing. Every fucking morning, I need to pee…so…badly. FUCK!
So, this is how it goes. I roll out of bed, my mind groggy and filled with lust. I get on the toilet seat, and as my bladder begins to pleasurably empty itself I get goosebumps from the relief I feel…I bite my lip and let my fingers linger on my clit a bit longer when I wipe.
Still in my daze, images of hands, cocks, ropes, toys, or tentacles all over my body flashing through my head, I make it to the coffee machine. Again my hands find their way to my grooling and warm pussy as the coffee begins to flow into my cup, the smell of it arousing me even more. I grab the cold milk from the fridge, splash some in my coffee, and as I drink it, I run the cold glass bottle over my breasts, feeling my nipples harden, then down between them, the condensation dripping off the bottle and pooling in my belly button before the bottle reaches that sacred little spot above my dirty little hole. I let the bottle sit there and grind on it a little as I finish my cup, then it’s back in the fridge and I shuffle over to the shower.
I step under the warm water and let it run over me as my hands find my clit again…I turn the heat of the shower up and feel it sting my skin. By now I’m moaning, like some kind of animal…my breathing is heavy. I turn the heat up even more as I draw myself closer to the edge. The heat from the shower is making me light headed. Combined with my imagination I am in a complete daze…or craze, even. Feral. All I can think of is that small tiny part of my body and all the pleasure it’s causing me.
I turn the shower off and step out. I pat myself dry. My skin is reddened from the scorching shower. I’m dizzy from the heat. I hold myself against the wall with one hand to keep myself from falling as I tiptoe back to my bed…my other hand never leaves my clit.
I flop back on my bead. Droplets of sweat form on my searing skin. My hair, still wet, begins to cool and feels like ice on my shoulders and breasts.
I reach under the bed blindly with one hand and feel around in the box. I find a dildo…long, thick, soft…I love the way it stretches my insides. Lube is just not a thing anymore…I get so wet, so quickly, I haven’t needed any in years unless…you know…back door…
I’m so wet, and so much of it has coated the outside of my aching pussy that it takes only one slow thrust of my hands to sink that beautiful rubber cock so deep I can feel my belly bulge.
My neighbors must think I keep some sort of wild animal as a pet based on the sounds I hear escaping my mouth.
I hold the base of my dildo with both hands. I pull out until just the tip is left inside, and I thrust, with both arms, hard and fast back inside me. The pleasure is accentuated by a jolt of pain at the end of each thrust as the tip of the dildo reaches far inside my body.
It usually doesn’t take long. Maybe 10 full, strong, deep thrusts. I catch my breath. Every muscle in my body tightens and I freeze. It’s like when you cock a gun before it fires. The tension is overwhelming. And then, the explosion. Uncontrolled, my body flops and shivers back onto the bed. As my fiery pussy clenches hard I feel the true size and girth of my dildo way up in me. Juices dribble out all over the mattress. My groans fill the silence.
I let it wash over me then curl up into a little ball on my bed. Slowly, the dildo slips out of me and flops, soaked, onto the sheets.
Suddenly, I feel empty…I want to be filled again, but I need to go to work. I wonder what I’ll be doing when the next sucker-punch of fantasies hits me during the day…
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