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<pubDate>Sat, 26 May 2012 06:43:11 -0400</pubDate>
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<title>Adventurous Sex Dream</title>
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<pubDate>Fri, 01 Feb 2008 23:08:37 -0500</pubDate>
<description><![CDATA[I just had a fantastic dream. It had all the elements I so adore – intrigue, adventure, and sex. It was also one that had the most consistent and well flowing plot. Very rare for a dream. It was so good it makes me think I should find a way to make into a short porn film. The dream starred an actor I find terribly attractive and sexy – Henry Simmons. He is currently on the television show Shark with James Wood. I first saw Henry Simmons on Another World back in the late 1990s. Doubt I’d be able to get him to star in my porn film. Would have to a recast – but it would only work if there was intense chemistry and the actor was tall and hot.

In the dream I was a detective and I was out meet a man who had some sort of evidence for me. He was an informant though I do not think he was undercover. I have a feeling he was an innocent man who had seen something illegal. 

We were to meet in clandestine circumstances so he could give me the evidence. He drove down  a cul-de-sac and parked his car. I was waiting in the shadows and surprised him by getting into the passenger side of his car. He told me he had the evidence and I said he should not give it to me out in the open – we should go to the building at the end of the street.

He went first and then I followed. We ended up in an empty apartment. He put the evidence down on the floor and then I pushed him against the wall which was quite feat as he was a tall, well built man. I said something about how the evidence was important, but that I wanted something else as well. I got on my tippy toes and kissed him. He was stunned at first, but then gave a shy smile of understanding and kissed me back. The embrace was passionate and aggressive. We moved and bumped around against the walls, tearing off each others’ clothes, and some how stumbling into the bathroom. I

It had a large mirrors and I looked at our reflection as he bent down kissing my neck. I had my hands on his ass and I moved them to the front and felt his erection. I  looked up at him as I zipped his pants and pulled him out. I went down to my knees and sucked his cock. The dream was so vivid. I could taste him and smell him. It was the lovely musky maleness that I find so intoxicating – something I find not all men have – just the ones I really click with. All to say, it was very good. 

Feeling himself nearing the edge he pulled away and picked me up (oh, how I love it when a man can lick me up with ease) and placed me on the sink’s edge. He pulled off my underwear and pushed my legs apart before diving in to kiss and lick me. It drove me wild and I pushed my cunt into his face. Before I could come he moved up switched his hand for his mouth. Looking me straight in the eyes and then kissing me, he made me come. Such ecstasy. 

Afterwards I stood up, a little weak in the knees. I kissed him hard because I wanted more from him. I felt his cock press towards me. He turned and pulled a condom from his pants (I swear even in my dreams I practice safer sex – such a part of my sexual psyche). He put in on and turned me around. I leaned against the wall and moaned as he entered me. Slick slow strokes that caused me to push up against him, wanting him in as deeply as possible. Later, I moved away and had him sit down on the closed toilet. I straddled him and rode his cock, his mouth on my breasts, my clit pressed up against him. It was a dream so we came together without any verbal communication of how close we were or would be. It just happened. Fast, hard and intense.

We sat there for a few moments catching our breath before disentangling ourselves from our set grip. We were quiet but not uncomfortable. He went to the shower and turned on the water. I sat silent, staring at his body. Every line, every curve. Such definition and tone. Took my breath away. Oblivious, he called out to me, breaking me out of my transience. Would I join him? Of course , I would and did just that. We lathered up (I guess the former inhabitants had left a sliver of soap) and touched each gently this time, sliding against one another. The desire built again and our mouths found each other. Deep, penetrating kisses. My hand was on his cock, stroking him slowly. The palm of his hand on my pussy, massaging my lips and then letting fingers slide inside. One, two, three, four… until I was fucking them, my back pressed against the cold tiles. Forgetting his cock I just let him have his way with me. His left thumb on my clit and his right hand inside me (no way in reality could I take a man’s hand inside me but in a dream, sure). I felt waves of pleasure and then was left a quivering mess, the water from the shower spraying against him and the bit of overflow misting around me. I slid down and crawled to his cock. It was my turn to do to him what he did to me. First, with my hand, then with my tongue, lips and mouth. Up, down and with licks to his head. He came. It was a perfect jet on my tongue, warm and salty. I swallowed him and then he brought me up to kiss me.

He turned the shower off and we stood kissing for awhile. It allowed us to dry off a bit. Then we went for our clothing and got dressed. He would have to leave first which he did. I let a few minutes pass and I left to follow him. I heard voices. Female voices. I left the bathroom and realized the evidence was gone and that the women had it. I had to leave so I snuck out of the apartment. But they followed. As I went down the street I saw his car was still parked there but that he was nowhere to be found. The women started to pick up their pace and it became a chase. I ran fast, very fast to my car (yes, I had a car – wow – me a driver). It was an older jeep (I distinctly member the radio buttons). I jumped in, turned the ignition and drove off (wow, a chase dream where a car actually starts – see, it really was an amazing dream). I drove off, leaving the women standing in the street. And I wondered what had happened to my lover, the informant. Was he OK?

Then the phone rang and I woke up.
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