Ever obsess over a dream lover?
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| Mon, 09-18-2006 - 9:53pm |
I have been dreaming of a guy who, in my past dating experiences, would never have even gotten a second look from me. Totally not my type. But, he helped me learn to drive my racecar so he's like a mentor and now he's been popping up in my dreams and I am sooooo horny for him. I go to sleep and will myself to dream about him. I feel a little guilty since dh and I haven't been having much sex lately (have you read my Red Sea diary?) but I have been satiated by this dream guy almost every night for 2 weeks.
DH and I have been married for 16 years and we have an 8yo ds. We are very happy but I occasionally have these crushes. I'm bi so I get them for girls, too, but not as often.
I can't wait to go to sleep tonight so I can do naughty things with Dream Dude. What will we do tonight? Last night we were kissing in a suburban neighborhood under a street light and I kept telling him "no, not here" and we would move to another street light. Two nights ago I kept taking drags off his cigarette (I don't smoke) and stroking his long beard (I do not like long beards).
Last time I had a crush like this it lasted for about a year. Then one day it just stops. Weird.
Oh, and I think about him all day. Even when I masturbate.
Just wondering if any of you can relate.
Apricot.

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Mother I would Love to F*** or
Mother I Love F***ing
Some find it derogatory. I find it flattering.
Apricot
Thanks! I've seen it other places, too, and always wondered what it meant!
Depending on who was doing the "saying" and how they were saying it, I might take it as a compliment, too. :-)
Okay, how in the world did you figure this out? I like that you take such an active role in your own sex life, figuring what you like and taking charge. Some of us could learn from you.
I tried the dream thing but all I could think about was a disturbing web site I had just seen. So it didn't work yet. And don't know if I'll try the pad thing. Maybe. One day.
Occasional desperation! LOL.
I was a girl who learned early what turned her on. School buses, washing machines, my mom's "massager", running bath water.....
I hate tampons, they dry me out, so I wear pads. Sometimes they rub.....all day. I had noticed that by night time I was sometimes wet and that some nights I would have a climax dream. Then one day I masturbated and didn't shower off the lube I used. So I walked around all day with this horny feeling. Like I was aroused and wet. I wasn't, since I was on the pill. I tried both one day just for kicks. I smeared lube everywhere, put on a maxi pad and wore jeans. By night time I was a little irritated but had a climax dream that night.
OK, to be honest, I don't really use that trick much anymore. It was more something I did before I had a family. I'm older now and not as silly as I used to be.
But, hey, it might work for someone.
Another way to climax during sleep that worked once for me was masturbating a little and falling asleep.
Hope someone gets their jollies from my post....lol.
apricot.
I don't think there's anything wrong with any of that at all, and doubt anyone is "getting their jollies" from your post. Like the rest of us havent done stuff to reach climax. I'll be the first to admit I wear jeans without undies because the seam on the crotch hits just the right spot when I sit down.
I followed him to across the state. (I'd never done anything like that before, ever...) He did not know I was coming. I had to survey every motel in town (thankfully small town) to find out where he was staying. I checked in. I called his room. He was surprised. I met him. Had a meal with him. Had conversation with him. Had some heavy petting (almost sex, but not quite) with him. (I was very inexperienced in the art of seduction) He said no! I left him there, never to see him again. But I didn't stop thinking about him or fantasizing about him for almost 3 years.
Sometimes, even now, I look at that picture of HF and think, "what if he hadn't said no." (What man says no, anyway? Darn him!)
But maybe my fantasies are better than anything we could have done together, 'cause believe me, now I know how to fantazize better than ever. (I'm no longer an innocent in secuction, either. Just ask my sweet honey.
Welcome to Taboos, missleni.
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