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wet dream

November 9, 2009 Leave a comment Go to comments

Veering off radically in topic from my last two posts is this little snippet:

A few days ago, T sent me a link to this Public Disgrace video.  Later that day I sent the video to Dov.  Dov reciprocated with this, another Public Disgrace short.  To complete the near-incestuous porn-sharing circle, I sent that video back to T.

Is it a wonder, then, that I dreamt last night of having to walk around in public with my underwear around my knees, right below my jean skirt?  I was in a little open plaza flanked by stores, bars, and cafés, and I walked through each, trying to avoid the glances of the people around me.  Forced to take small steps because of the underwear, I couldn’t run, and I could feel my entire body flushing from the mix of embarrassment and arousal.

I began looking for a bathroom stall as the arousal grew into a desperate need for release.  Yet I would enter a stall only to find the door disappear, leaving me exposed to the store or restaurant patrons.  Even that amount of humiliation couldn’t deter me from moving on to the next store – only to have the same thing happen again.

And, as dreams so often do, the scene shifted and I ended up in my childhood bed, legs splayed and fingers working furiously to bring myself to climax while, through the bedroom windows, I saw and dismissed the mailman walking past (he shouldn’t have had to walk anywhere near my bedroom to drop off the mail…)

The sunlight seeping through the window brightened, until white bordered the periphery of my vision.  Everything focused on the buildup in my groin.  And just as I could feel the impending release, the cresting of the tide,

my eyes opened, and I felt like I’d just climaxed.  In my sleep.  I reached down to where my underwear was still on me and not around my knees.  At the very least, I was incredibly, undeniably wet.

So, back to that second Public Disgrace video.  Given my history of sexual and service-oriented experience, it doesn’t surprise me that a video with sexual objectification and humiliation in it would affect me so strongly.  But, wow, I was surprised at how easily I could imagine myself in Charley’s place (I was also smitten with the way Princess Donna drawled her name).  To take, as T put it, “her role as party playtoy.”  Yum!

It really is a pity that I can never realistically apply to any of the Kink.com sites, due to the obvious issues of exposure.  Moving to San Francisco and getting the opportunity to visit the Armory and meet some of the fantastic people that work there just makes me all the more disappointed that that is not an option for me.  I am pretty sure I’d have an insane amount of fun, and they just have the most incredible set-up for making fantasies like this a reality.

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Categories: dream, fantasy, links, submission
  1. Dov
    November 9, 2009 at 6:24 pm

    I see your raise and I raise and call!

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