08-31-2003, 09:54 AM
Think of an erotic dream you've had lately - what was it like?
I'm only saying this because last night I had one.
It started off in the Victorian age on the American East coast (It could've been in Maine, Vermount, or even the Carolinas). I was an important figure. I don't know if I was a rich American landowner, or a European Marquis or what... but all I know was that I was important to go where I was going.
I was in this elaborate Victorian style house (The house is what gave away the time period) on a sort of fancy lot with trees and flowers and such, and the interior was richly decorated. I remember it was early morning, but the sun was gorgeous outside.
Inside, there was a harem of young women, and one particular caught my eye. She was a young black women with very short black hair and hazel eyes. She wore blue silk pajamas, and had blue glitter lipstick. I stopped to talk to her and her friends for a good while... just little idle chit chat about the days over a cup of tea. Soon enough, she gave me a tour of the mansion.
We walked about upstairs, and I left her side for a minute to visit a room that caught my attention. On a bed with a red silk cover, I saw a variety of sexual toys. I turned round and looked for the woman, who was standing next to her white friend with long frizzy red hair and black garter-like pajamas. I said "Come, check this out!" and led her back to the room.
I looked to the bed, and all the toys were gone, and instead there were those fancy dolls that are all handmade and cost hundreds of dollars sitting on the bed. I didn't understand it, and stood by the bed in disbelief as the black woman lay herself down on one end of the bed, as her friend closed the door and then circled the bed to the other side.
The black woman spoke.
"It was my birthday last week"
I crouched to one knee
"I got a gift pitbull as a bodyguard" she continued
I looked at her; "Was that the only thing you got for your body?"
And at that, I leaned in a kissed her blue glitterred lips and rubbed her shoulder, slowly stripping the shoulder of the silk blue pajamas off her, exposing her delicate feminine shoulder.
That's when the black woman, her friend, and I entered into a menange a trois. Of course, when the actual sex went to happen, I woke up and had a major tent pitched in my tent. That's the way my erotic dreams are - I never get laid. I only get the events leading up to it.
All today I've been thinking of that dream, and the woman with her incredible blue glittered lips. I mean, there was something so incredible about this woman that was... perfect. Her skin, her hair, her eyes, her vivid lips... which I mention because they stood so much out in my dreams like the moon in the sky at night; an unignorable beacon.
I'm a firm believer that dreams hold some sort of meaning in our lives, and I also sketchyly believe in past lives.
Was that dream a memory from a past life in the Victorian era, some sort of cryptic message to me in this life or a vision of the woman of my dreams?
Bah...discuss, and tell me your dreams.
I'm only saying this because last night I had one.
It started off in the Victorian age on the American East coast (It could've been in Maine, Vermount, or even the Carolinas). I was an important figure. I don't know if I was a rich American landowner, or a European Marquis or what... but all I know was that I was important to go where I was going.
I was in this elaborate Victorian style house (The house is what gave away the time period) on a sort of fancy lot with trees and flowers and such, and the interior was richly decorated. I remember it was early morning, but the sun was gorgeous outside.
Inside, there was a harem of young women, and one particular caught my eye. She was a young black women with very short black hair and hazel eyes. She wore blue silk pajamas, and had blue glitter lipstick. I stopped to talk to her and her friends for a good while... just little idle chit chat about the days over a cup of tea. Soon enough, she gave me a tour of the mansion.
We walked about upstairs, and I left her side for a minute to visit a room that caught my attention. On a bed with a red silk cover, I saw a variety of sexual toys. I turned round and looked for the woman, who was standing next to her white friend with long frizzy red hair and black garter-like pajamas. I said "Come, check this out!" and led her back to the room.
I looked to the bed, and all the toys were gone, and instead there were those fancy dolls that are all handmade and cost hundreds of dollars sitting on the bed. I didn't understand it, and stood by the bed in disbelief as the black woman lay herself down on one end of the bed, as her friend closed the door and then circled the bed to the other side.
The black woman spoke.
"It was my birthday last week"
I crouched to one knee
"I got a gift pitbull as a bodyguard" she continued
I looked at her; "Was that the only thing you got for your body?"
And at that, I leaned in a kissed her blue glitterred lips and rubbed her shoulder, slowly stripping the shoulder of the silk blue pajamas off her, exposing her delicate feminine shoulder.
That's when the black woman, her friend, and I entered into a menange a trois. Of course, when the actual sex went to happen, I woke up and had a major tent pitched in my tent. That's the way my erotic dreams are - I never get laid. I only get the events leading up to it.
All today I've been thinking of that dream, and the woman with her incredible blue glittered lips. I mean, there was something so incredible about this woman that was... perfect. Her skin, her hair, her eyes, her vivid lips... which I mention because they stood so much out in my dreams like the moon in the sky at night; an unignorable beacon.
I'm a firm believer that dreams hold some sort of meaning in our lives, and I also sketchyly believe in past lives.
Was that dream a memory from a past life in the Victorian era, some sort of cryptic message to me in this life or a vision of the woman of my dreams?
Bah...discuss, and tell me your dreams.