Sexy Dream Journal

Hoooo boy. There it is. Not sure where this one came from, I was actually feeling pretty melancholy when I went to bed (I think it's just… I miss you a lot. I realized last night that yes, we've been chatting, but I don't think I've seen you, talked to you face-to-face, other than walk / drive bys, since my birthday party… and that was forever ago…). Anyways. To the dream. It's a doozy!

You and me, naked beneath the covers in bed. I get a sense we've already explored each other, I have that sort of afterglow feel. We aren't cuddling, but are both turned on our sides to face each other across the pillows. You've got the cutest little grin on your face.

You blush, look down for a moment, then look back at me. “You know, she once told me you like to…” you pause, blushing again.

I roll my eyes a bit… there's a 50/50 chance whatever she told you I like to do is complete nonsense… but I'm curious. “Like to what?” My tone is gentle, not matching the eye roll of a moment before.

“You know… go down… except…” Your face is bright red at this point. Have I ever seen you so bashful? I really, really don't think so… But I think I know what you're getting at.

“Oh, yeah, that… she told you that, did she?”

“Well, you know… girls talk…”

“Mm-hmm. I mean… I'm… Interested. But only if you'd be into it.”

“Well, I mean, I've never…”

“Never? Not even once? Really?”

“Ok, you're going to hate me saying this, but… back when she first told me, it got me a little curious… I mean, I knew… but I hadn't… so… I… um, well… I asked. Him. But he wasn't into it, so we never did.”

“Aww, man. Well. He missed out! I mean… not… that I'm super into it or something…”

“Uh huh.”

“But if you ever get curious again…”

“Uh huh.”

“Just… Look. The one thing is, even if it turns out you're really into it, you're not always… you know… going to be ready for it. So… if you ever want to try… well… I'll be looking for your enthusiastic consent.”

Huge, playful smile. “Enthusiastic consent, huh? Like, what? Like… You want me to say ‘Hey ♒️, I consent to you sticking your tongue up my butt!’?” There's that brash, confident girl I know.

I chuckle. “Hmmmm… I guess that would work.”

You smile, blushing again, before climbing on top of me to whisper right into my ear “Hey ♒️, I consent to you sticking your tongue up my butt. Right. Now.” I don't chuckle this time as you wrap your lips around my earlobe, giving it the tiniest little nibble.

You climb off of me, throw the covers off, then assume what you must assume is “the position.” Head resting on your arms, back arched, putting that thing… my god, that amazing thing… up in the air. The sight of you like this is almost enough for me, right then and there…

I move to sit beside you, run my fingertips down your spine, scratching ever so slightly with my nails. But when my hand reaches that perfect rear end, I push down gently, until your body is resting flat against the bed. “This works better…” (and in my head: “…and the view is still… magnificent“).

I climb on top of you and begin kissing your shoulders… your neck. You shift slightly as I start working my lips down your spine, kissing here… here… here…

And just as I reach your tailbone…

I woke up.

sigh

Well. Ok. So. Um. I may have embellished a bit, mostly the conversation, which I guess isn't keeping in the spirit of a true dream journal. But we really did talk about all of that stuff in the dream. Some of those quotes are exactly as I remember them (the “enthusiastic consent” bit was word for word, lol). I just took the dream's vaguely disjointed conversation and made it flow like a real one would. Well, maybe it's not a good dream journal, but I think it made for a good story! And, man… I do wonder. I know some of her other friends know all sorts of things about me that they probably shouldn't. I know that the two of you aren't that close, but… gosh. I do wonder what she's told you about me?

Well. Guess maybe I'll find out someday? 🤞