Oh, You Hormones, You.

[imood mood at time of entry: adventuruous]

I just woke up from a dream where Samantha and I were sharing a guy. This is Samantha, by the way:

Yes, that “Samantha” from “Sex and the City.” There were tons of other dreams, because I am never limited to one. I remember the voting/campaigning struggles, using the Internet at my old elementary school, being in a high school that wasn’t mine (which happens often in dreams for me, and was the site of the voting/campaigning struggles), and the sex with the man I’ve never seen before.

I’m not even sure how we got there, but the dream showed Samantha and I pulling him down to the floor in some ratty-ish room and copping a feel wherever we chose. He didn’t say as much aloud, I don’t think, but he was communicating that he really wanted anal sex at that moment rather than vaginal. I thought back at him that that was okay, but I really wanted/needed vaginal sex right then. I ‘said’ that if he gave me what I wanted, I’d do the other thing later. Of course, Samantha perked right up for the anal sex right off.

In the background, there was a nice sized television off to our right, and on it was gay porn. I kid you not. I looked over at it and thought nothing much about it, except to enjoy the chuckle about what the guy wanted and what was happening on the screen.

Somehow, and no, I don’t know how, Samantha and I were both naked and were working on the guy. While we were kissing him and such (and Samantha was doing her ‘I am so interested right now’ moan of approval), the guy took out his cell phone to call into work. He was trying to explain why he couldn’t come into the office, while sounding completely legitimate about it. Needless to say, he probably didn’t do it with the excuse that he was using.

He would have clearly heard Samantha and I moaning, and Samantha saying that the guy was “impressive.” As the guy’s boss was male, he probably would have slapped him five whenever we let him leave. I remember wrapping a hand around him briefly before tugged his pants the rest of the way down. Past his thighs, I believe. Samantha can take credit for getting the buggers open, but I went straight for it.

I threw a leg over either side of him and fumbled a bit. It was part excitement, part nerves, part watching the gay porn, and part watching Samantha smiling at me benevolently. I wanted to feel ashamed on some level, but I was too far gone and too anxious to have sex already that I didn’t really care. I improvised and gave the guy a bit of a rub around before I finally got everyone’s body parts where they needed to be.

That first push in when I sank down was just. . . just. . . hell, I don’t even know if I have the right words for it. I remember slumping forward over the guy and telling him that it was good, and that it was exactly what I needed. I also remember having to try and relax and adjust to his sheer size, because, dang. I don’t even think that I finished either of us off before I woke up (Thank you very much, bladder.), but I do remember my sense of fullness, being ridiculously stretched, and accomplishment. My goal was to get that man into bed, and I did it. And before Samantha, to boot!

Granted, if she hadn’t wanted me to have him first, I am sure that I would have had to wait to get my turn, if I ever got one. I sincerely had the feeling that he was really there for Samantha, and that he was sort of receptive to me because I was a woman and that was more skin for him to enjoy. Looking back on it now, I think that it must have been a bait-and-switch, sort of. Samantha probably brought him with her, but planned ahead to be nice enough to share him with me. Hrmm. I wonder if we chatted about all of this beforehand.

Either way, you do know what all of this means, don’t you? No, not that I am going to go out and “make my dreams come true.” It simply means that I’m ovulating. Heh. That’s my own explanation bait-and-switch. ; P

I hope that everyone is okay, because at the moment, I certainly am. ; D = D

Danielle