I Can't Imagine!

I think I may have missed my vocation. People seem to open up to me about their intimate lives. Perhaps I should have been a sex therapist? 

(All names are pseudonyms.) 

Jeff:

“Oh….it was awful! Hideous! Beyond awful! I woke up and it felt like I was covered in oil! My PJs were sliding about on me, and my cock had poked through the fly. Eventually, it had stuck itself to the sheet. I didn’t have a clue how to detach myself from my own bedding! In the end, I used water from the glass on my nightstand….which gave me a soaking wet sheet, but at least I was free. Free, that is, to clean up the rest of the mess. Obviously, I’d had a wet dream, but I had no idea how much cum was there! There was so much that when I got up, my balls actually ached! I knew I’d had a ‘nocturnal emission’ and that to avoid them in future, I should ‘….make it happen under my terms.’ 

Steven:

Oh I knew what had happened alright. I mean….wet dream, right? Trouble was that yeah, I’d had a sexy dream to accompany me cumming my load into my duvet, but the problem was, the subject of my dream was my sister! And the dream was vivid, man! I felt like I was actually touching her….like I could feel her body warmth, and even her smell, you know? In the dream, we had been goofing around..like we do in real life sometimes, but then somehow, she was only wearing her panties and she had let me feel her tits. Of course I got a boner, just like I did while I was dreaming this I guess. Anyway, in the dream, she pulled her panties out from her tummy and asked me to cum in them. In the dream I wanked myself off and shot my load onto her tummy and panties. The clean up? Fucking nightmare! 

Mark:

I guess I asked for mine really! I’d been fiddling with my cock for ages…getting a nice feeling, but then stopping. Edging, I guess, but I didn’t know the actual term at that time. Anyway, this one night I had been rubbing myself but stopping short of cumming. Anyway, it was a really hot night, and I was sleeping naked on top of my duvet. On top of that, my sister had her boyfriend over. They’d been fucking. I know that because my sister loves being really noisy…and dirty. I think she partially does it to tease me. Anyway, I’d been listening to bed springs squeaking and her yelling, “Fuck me! Fuck me harder. Pound my cunt.” Anything she could think of to wind me up, or maybe that’s just how she is when she has sex. So, eventually I dozed off. There was a girl I really liked. Sometimes I’ve looked at her and imagined what she’d look like in her bra and panties. One time, I’d actually seen up her skirt! Anyway, in my dream, she took my hand and pushed it into her panties. I felt her pubes and her wet slit. Then she lay down and pulled her panties to one side and asked me to fuck her. I dreamed about lying on top of her and pushing my cock inside her. When I woke up, there was cum all over my stomach, and on the duvet. I cleaned it all up as best I could, but I should have looked at the headboard! 

Anna. (Me) 

Erotic dreams? Oh yes, but isn’t it strange that one can have erotic dreams based on no sexual experience at all? Guys have evidence that they have had an orgasm while sleeping. Girls, not so much. Awake, I can squirt prodigiously, but if I have a wet dream, I don’t seem to squirt. Oh there’s wetness, and quite a lot of it. Anyway, most girls tend to sleep in their panties, so they contain anything that might come out. Sometimes, I sleep naked. I can tell you that if I have a wet dream then, my sheet is always wet, but it is localised wetness. It doesn’t look like when I squirt. My mattress has a protector on it because I adore being squirted on (and peed on) and it’s easier to change a sheet and wipe down a mattress protector than change an entire mattress. My erotic dreams are polar opposites. There’s either the soft, gentle romantic kind, where a guy or girl seduces and makes love to me so gently and perfectly that it stirs my soul, or the wildly erotic kind where I’m chased or hunted, or maybe gang banged or finger fucked by a group of girls. 

Which brings me neatly to last night’s erotic dream. 

Location : My woods, near the lake.

Personae: A witches coven of 12….and me, the initiate. 

Although it’s autumn now, the area we are in is warm as a summer’s day. The result of some incantation, I am sure. I find myself dressed in a white ankle length robe or pure white Egyptian cotton. Around me are 12 witches. They need me, as a coven should be 13. Their faces are covered, and they are of different heights. I look curiously at all of their boobs. There are some women here with large pendulous tits, while others are small and gravity defying. My little bee stings are by far the smallest of them all. 

There is a soft, pulsating drumming coming from somewhere. Whoever it is is perfectly in tune with me as each beat of the drum seems to make my clit throb. I start to leak and my cheeks colour up with embarrassment. The drumming suddenly stops and my clit protests at the sudden cessation of stimulation. I am bidden to stand, and as I do so I feel my wetness begin to ooze down my inner thighs. 

The matriarch leads me to the granite rock by the lake which now seems to be a rough hewn altar. She undoes my robe and slides it over my shoulders. As she does so, I smell myself waft up as the passage of the robe disturbs the unnaturally still air. Oh dear. She notices too and smiles. “Don’t worry my dear. It happens to all of us.” There is chanting and a blessing in a language I don’t understand. A chalice is produced and placed on my lower tummy. The drumming starts again with a huge increase in intensity. So much so that even just lying here, I actually think I’m going to cum. 

She spreads my legs, which doesn’t help. I love people staring at my sex and now they are seeing my swollen labia and the milky white wetness flowing freely from my vagina. Great Mother, I’m horny! I feel the orgasm approaching and I bite the inside of my cheek in an effort toward it off. She leans in close to me. “Hold it off as long as you can, then give in to it.” I’m good at holding orgasms off, but this time, I excel myself. I get to a point where a moment’s lapse in concentration will allow this writhing entity to escape. My teeth are gritted now and I’m gripping the altar, making the pain in my fingers help me not to cum. Then someone moans. It’s a purely sexual moan, and I see one of the younger members of the coven hitch up her robe and masturbate furiously. I lose concentration and suddenly I’m cumming hard, and squirting like never before. The priestess snatches the chalice from my tummy and catches most of my ejaculate. One by one, she approaches the others and they all partake of me in an unholy communion. I am exempt…for now. 

The next stage, all of them divest themselves, and masturbate standing in a circle around me. The chalice is held between their legs as one after another, they orgasm. Some squirt heavily, others not so much and one or so not at all. It is the energy of their orgasms they leave in the chalice. The priestess approaches me. “Drink, my naughtier. Partake of your sisters, as they partake of you.”

One by one they approach me between my spread legs. Some give me the briefest touch. Others kiss my vulva. Some tongue me to orgasm again. One of the younger ones tongues me and pushes a wet finger up my arse. 

We finish in an orgy of sexual gratification. Couples, threes, fours, in the end we are one group of 13 women, all pleasuring one another as our energies dissipate into the brooding night.