I had a dream about sex last night. I very rarely dream about having sex. It might be because I have sexual fantasies a lot before bed time usually. The only other sex dream I had was in juniour high in grade 8 I think. It was that or grade 9. Basically it was of a girl one year older than me. She had short brown hair with a reddish twinge. Jen I think her name was. There were only a few words that could have described her. Cute and sexy....a very hard combination to pull off, but she had it naturally. She had small but full features. A beatiful nose, bright lively eyes and just right kissable lips. Jen was her name...but I don't quite remember
I don't know if it was a result of her asking to borrow something of mine or whatever, but she was in the TAG class...a class in which we gather with teacher for just general school announcements before we heard off to our courses. She asked me something...I don't quite remember. Perhaps it was for a pen or pencil. I said yes to her request and playfully she looped her arm around mine as she skipped arm in arm to my locker outside. Needless to say I was quite embarassed but not as much as I would think.
I didn't think that it was "cool" of me to hang out with her at this point of time. In fact at this point of life I really didn't care what my school status was in the whole heirchy of things. But I wasn't as nervous as I thought I would be having my arm in tow by one of the "popular/royalty" of the school.
But my sex dream about her didn't get so far as so much a nude exhibition. She was lying on her back, wearing a black long sleeve top. Her breasts covered. But her bottom and her legs were completly naked, her legs spread out with just right pubic hair. And there I was laying beside her, gawking like an idiot at her....well much like the idiots who gawk in a pornography magazine. Regardless of the lack of nipples and her bare breasts, I always find clothed tops very sexy. Like something holding you back to enjoy everything, and yet...it looked so good hidden under cloth.
Needless to say I woke up, even before getting to any base, let alone to the plate to bat. That was my first ever sex dream if you could call it that.
The second one appeared last night. I don't know what prompted it. Actually I have an idea since it was a few days ago since I asked my friend Mike what sex was like seeing how I am still a virgin. I'm known for my bluntness and in this case this question very might have been an example of it. But instead it was more of a question of understanding why my friends...hell why the entire male race complains about sex and the lack of it.
And that is one thing that seperates me from my friends right now. It's not a great divide, but it is something that slowly gnaws at your sensibilities as social peer pressure requires you to have sex by some age. I have had a plan to have sex one year in juniour high....or high school, I can't quite remember. I wanted to bed one of the more popular girls in school. Nothing but inactvity and a lack of a way "in" prevented all of that...which is most likely for the better considering that hey.....I could be stuck in this town forever raising an illegitimate child.
But understanding my friend I asked him if sex was like a drug and in turn he said...yes. It was a line to be crossed and never going back to what was before. And if anything I wanted to tell my friend Mike that at least he IS having sex, or the prospect of sex. And yet he complains of going without for a week. I still think it's stupid for him to complain for something so trivial as sex..but then again I haven't had it. I gather it's much like having a car. Before you drove it you wondered why you ever needed it...but once you have....you want it forever.
So I realize that this gnawing sensation of me wanting to have sex is growing. I think it's probably because I want to aleviate the boredom of living here really. There truly is nothing that I really care for here aside from my family. And the fact that I don't need anything outside of what this town can provide for me (aside from the casual friendship of another person) my life is slowly growing more and more pathetic by the year.
But this dream, even then I couldn't even get all the way around the bases. It actaully involved me fucking a hooker. I went to a brothel in which you can choose any lady in an already prepared room. I looked around, finding mostly brunettes and some blondes..being somewhat of hooker - porn star quality. Not ugly, but not pretty at all. I finally settled for a blonde, who looked the best out of the lot...perhaps even a porn star from the 80's seeing how I was seeing vintage porn posters last night.
I was actually naked this time, but I didn't penetrate her. I couldn't....too afraid to lose my viginity to someone un-special as a whore. So I embraced her instead...with my penis lying upright against her abdomen clearly outside of her vagina. I think she asked if I wanted to be in her, but I didn't, and just made love with her torso with my mouth which she couldn't care less about.
I had 20 minutes to find a girl and have my way with her and spent I think 10 or 15 minutes going from room to room finding one. Either way the time was ticking away, and I had 5 minutes left as spoken over the intercom. The time was up and somehow we ended up on the floor. Feeling like I didn't do anything, I quickly asked her if I could finger her and she joyfully obliged with an eager smile on her face. Whether or not she was faking it I don't know...but she was off the clock you know. Perhaps it was genuine.
I put in two fingers and they slid in with little resistence..but what do I know about the inner workings of the vagina. It felt like sticking into a slimy balloon lined hole, with slight hard ridges here and there for reference. It was fleshy at times, but I dug in deeper, actually tryign to find the g-spot on the otherside of her abdomen. She was moaning to my movements and when I felt a certain "empty" space, no doubt an opening or air bubble in the vagina I felt my fingers up, feeling a small fleshy ridge which seems to be the g-spot since she moaned louder with delight.
As if it was my brain that was the manage of the brothel, it cut me off. I overstayed my welcome and realize that the time was up.
Well we'll see in the future...perhaps it will be all the way.