it’s been a while since I posted a sex dream but this one especially sticks out…
It was dark. Sweaty. Smokey. Venues had banned smoking years ago I thought, but why was it so hazy. I could barely breathe. It’s something I grew to hate about gigs, being pressed against other people, so short I couldn’t get air unless I was in the front row. He must have thought I was some fan girl pressed against the stage. I walked away before the set ended into the sea of familiar faces our city drags out to shows year in year out. I’d seen most of these people around for at least ten years but had barely said a word to most. He was no exception. His screaming into a microphone that night made my clit throb, his rolling around made my cunt tighten. I didn’t even know I’d liked him.
Outside later, I sat smoking in the gutter. I don’t even smoke anymore. He came over with friends and started talking. Rhubarb rhubarb rhubarb it sounded like. Fuck were his eyes always this intense? Was I on acid? Mushrooms? It’s not 1999 anymore, is it? Im wearing docs and a floral skirt what maybe it is. I walked away again and his fingers tightened around my wrist. It wasn’t even him really. Faceless dream man, but he would flash through when he leant into the light.
Grip so tight I imagined it around my neck, pinning me to the wall. Leaning in to not kiss me, grabbing my arse hard to push up against me. My thigh tilting out and skirt sliding up, underwear wrenched to the side and fingers. Fuck. Fingers. Did finger fucking always feel this good? His grip loosened and he handed me the lighter I’d left on the floor.
If you hang around long enough at a gig at the end of the night the person you’ve been making eyes at will come over and you’ll stumble to the cab rank at the top of the mall and wait in line impatiently pressing your legs together. Usually you play it cool in the cab. His arm around you till you offer to pay and then you’re on his bed. I didn’t wait, I glanced at the cabbie in the mirror, he looked away. I slid over, leaned close, didnt kiss him, lingered around his neck till I looked down and took unlatched his belt.
I didn’t kiss it. I didn’t tease. I took it, half hard already all the way till it hardened in my mouth. I wanted to feel it. Really feel it. Pressing against the back of my throat. My eyes watering, lipstick on his underwear, up and down, hand on the base sliding up and it stinging a little on down, making that half gargle noise that isn’t sexy but made the driver cough.
I taste him now and he leans over, slides his hand over my arse and fingers it lightly. I try to wriggle away, I like to do one thing at a time but he doesn’t let me. Pushing my head downwards with one hand his cock tightens in my mouth and I swallow the salty burn.
We went to his house but are somehow in my room. And he pushes me back on the bed. I wrongly thought it was over. He bites my tit, hard. I wince and hold him tighter. I whisper that I want him inside me, so he slips in a finger. I say I wanted cock, so he slides in another. At some point here things get hazy. I slap him or he slaps me and there’s some sort of European film trickle of blood… It makes me bite hard. His hand does tighten around my neck and fingers deep inside me, two, three, more? Am I getting dream fisted? I want it to hurt. And it does and I’m wet and he is wet and the bed is wet.
He is hard again so I turn around and offer him my behind. He spit on his hand and cock, and spreads me. Fucking me. Slow. Deep. Steady. Hard. Strong hands behind me and itssofuckinggood I slap at my clit. He slides out and into my cunt, all the way. I don’t know why I want him to come inside me. He flips me over and handfuls of hair bring me close. Those fucking eyes again. I think it is the same guy. As I get close my body betrays me and tears start running down my face. I hide them in long hair and already messy mascara. I know explaining that sometimes orgasms make me cry is fucking weird but I want to say BUT IT’S ONLY THE GOOD ONES.
I hold him tight and breathe in his ear. I tell him how badly I want him. Need him to do it.
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