When I was a teen, I used to dream these INCREDIBLE vivid dreams every night. Not always erotic; honestly, they were usually horrific, but since I’ve got quite the penchant for horror and fancy myself a writer, it got to where I actually enjoyed those dreams – they were great fodder. But I would have the occasional erotic dream with some regularity, at least once every month or two.
As I got older, it seems my dreaming has faded. I presume I still dream, but I rarely remember my dreams upon waking these days. I haven’t for years. It’s always made me sad, because my dreams were something I looked forward to; I even maintained an very detailed dream diary for years. And the erotic dreams? Virtually nil for most of my adult life.
For the past week or two I’ve been having horrible, fractured sleep, punctuated by many nightmares – not nightmares of the horror variety (as I mentioned, those have generally never bothered me), but nightmares about a particular situation in my life that is plaguing me. I’ve been stumbling around like I’m sleepwalking through my days, and it’s been generally unpleasant. Last night I had a bit of a turnaround, or at least a reprieve; I slept well AND – AND! – I had an erotic dream. It wasn’t terribly graphic, but it was a GOOD one. I’m going to share it here, so if reading about people’s dreams bothers you, it’s time to stop here. 
Cast of characters: me and a whole bunch of people that don’t actually exist in my real life.
Setup: I was single and childless. Also a bit younger and thinner than I currently am. HOORAY FOR FANTASY!
I was going on a date with a guy I’d recently started seeing. We were at the “only a few dates, but definitely becoming VERY interested in each other” stage. He picked me up (from my parents’ house, natch) and we were going to head out to the movies. This part of the dream was full of sweet buildup – semi-awkward yet endearing early relationship talk; that feeling that your heart is going to beat out of your chest with the joy of being near this person you are so interested in, knowing they are also interested in being with you; shared popcorn in the dark, buttery fingers brushing; nervous laughter; the thrill of holding hands, marveling at the feel of their fingers entwined with yours.
After the movie we went out dinner. He took me to a fictional rib joint. There was an absurd amount of dream-focus on us getting and elaborately packing up some ribs to go, as we had apparently decided to take them back to his place and eat while watching some more movies. (Ribs might not be erotic but MAN I love some good ribs. I presume the ribs and the shared love of movies was all my mind’s way of assuring me that I was indeed compatible with this guy.) At the rib joint we ran into some friends of his and chatted a bit. There was a girl with them, slightly younger than us, super blonde, thin, pretty, sweet, innocent. I could tell she was really interested in my new guy but didn’t know quite what to do about it. Somehow she managed to finagle a ride home from him / us, and we headed out. There was a good amount of banter in the car and somehow the joking turned to semi-dirty talk and teasing about threesomes. I don’t remember the exact conversation. What I DO remember is us pulling into a parking lot and me taking on her ‘dare’, offering to make out with her. I think she thought it was still something of a joke because she teasingly came at me, tongue protruding, in that “ha ha we’re not really going to do this, she’ll pull away at the last second” fashion. I tried to kiss her back but that tongue, ew, it was like making out with a dog. Wet, slobbery, no one wants a tongue just shoved at them straight away. We tried again, and she did the same thing; it occurred to me that while yes, this started as something of a joke, I fully intended to make out with her if she was going to go along with it, and it also occurred to me that she didn’t seem to have a lot of experience with kissing in general. So I pulled back gently, smiled, and bade her put her tongue back in her mouth. “Don’t start out with the tongue right away,” I said. “Start with a slow build; here, follow my lead.” I leaned back in slowly and gently touched my lips to hers. Pulled back a little, parted my lips slightly and kissed her again. Her lips were soft and pliant, yet slightly stiff; she wasn’t sure about this yet. I could tell that she’d never kissed a girl before and wasn’t at all sure if this was what she SHOULD be doing. But her lips were so soft and warm, and mine felt equally nice to her – it really IS a completely different experience from making out with a guy – and she began to open to the warm ministrations of my lips on hers. As she relaxed, I eased my tongue forward slightly, seeking with just the tip, testing her, letting her get used to it. Soon she answered with her tongue, and what had started as a joke was now building into something much more serious, with slow heat and soft sensuality pulsing between us in waves. I could feel my new boyfriend watching us from the driver’s seat. Just as we really began to get serious with our tongues, she pulled away. I smiled at her, and she gave me a dirty look as if I’d tricked her. Tricked her into doing something dirty, something she LIKED but believed was something she shouldn’t like, and so she was going to hold on to her anger about it rather than admit that maybe it was OK to have an unconventional experience. There followed a gentle discussion in the car of the importance of saying ‘no’ if you really don’t want to do something with someone.
DREAM FAST FORWARD! Literally. I have no memory of what happened in between; I presume we took her home and drove to Boyfriend’s house, where we suddenly were in his room (in the basement) and making out. Dinner and movies were forgotten in the heat of the moment; the girl may have decided to deny she was affected by our kiss, but both Boyfriend and I were mature enough to admit we were just fine with girl-on-girl action and were willing to take advantage of the charge we had gotten from it. We were at a point in our relationship where we had never gone much past kissing before; we were both INTERESTED in more but neither of us had wanted to rush things. The charge from the car makeout session was undeniable though, and there was a new heat between the two of us that hadn’t been there before, an undeniable NEED for each other; the air around was practically on fire, tinged with the electricity of “we’re gonna DO IT”; sparks were flying from our fingertips as we caressed each other. There was no hesitation between us as our lips met eagerly again and again; we were ready to devour each other. He trailed kisses down my jaw and around my neck as he turned me so that my back was pressed against him. His hands worked the buttons on my shirt, opening it and pulling it open and down to reveal my bra, my chest, my shoulders. His hands slid inside and up to my breasts as he kissed all along my shoulders. He cupped my breasts, and I swear I could FEEL those hands on me, so vivid, so real. “I love your breasts, they’re so beautiful,” he murmured into my neck. I shivered and pressed back against him, bringing my own hands to his and cupping my breasts with him. I could feel his erection pressing into me, hard and thick through his pants, and somehow I wasn’t wearing pants anymore, just standing there in a bra and panties, pressing into him, flexing the muscles in my ass against his hard-on. He breathed in sharply and I did it again, rolling and flexing my glutes against him in a sort of caress-squeeze-stroke motion. “Oh god,” he groaned. “That is AMAZING! Don’t stop.” The feeling of him pressing against me was almost more than I could bear, and his hands on me felt so good, and I wouldn’t have stopped except… my alarm went off.
DENIED! Oh, the agony. I woke up and hit that snooze button as fast as I could, but I tell you, I could FEEL his cock pressing against my ass even after I woke up. No joke. I seriously thought I was sleeping with a stick or something in my bed, I actually had to reach behind me to make sure that there was nothing in the bed with me.
I tried to reclaim the dream after I snoozed, and I got some of it back, but it turned into something resembling a comedy where we were in his bed, I was naked (but he wasn’t yet), getting ready to continue the deed and then… his family came home and came down into his room and caught us and his mother started ranting about him having naked girls in her home and everyone else was embarrassed and trying to drag her out of the basement and it was pretty funny, actually. But certainly nowhere near satisfying.
As I said, this dream was all about erotic buildup and no payoff. But it was awesome, SO incredibly vivid, and a hell of a lot better than what I’ve been living with at night. I’ll take it!
I feel pretty good about my incredible ass muscles today too. Even if they too are a fantasy. 
Dirty Old Mom
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