He had a sex dream about me once, he told me, a sex dream that ended when he woke up in a sticky mess, many decades past the time of life when this sort of thing is common.
I was flattered.
His dream was a recapitulation of an incident from a few months ago. We’d just gotten out of the shower after spending much of the night and the morning fucking ourselves sore. So sore, in fact, that we were supposed to be done, cleaning up and on our way to meet friends for brunch.
We were talking and drying off when I leaned over to give his soft cock just a tiny little good-bye kiss before he covered it over with clothing. That’s all I intended, truly. But the little kiss turned into a big kiss and the big kiss turned into sucking, and before I knew it he was leaning against the sink with one hand white-knuckling the towel rack.
The other hand was on the back of my head, pushing me down hard on him, which I love more than any respectable woman should. We were now deeply engrossed in a full hard wet deep blow job, and before three minutes had passed, the hand cradling the back of my head pushed me down so hard that I had to fight against the urge to pull away as he came shuddering and hot down my throat.
We both slumped to the floor, exhausted from the unexpected pleasure.
He told me later that it was the most intense blow-job he’d ever been given. It was such a little thing, just a tiny kiss on our way out of the shower. It was such a little thing, but it grew unexpectedly into something worthy of commemoration in a sex dream and placement high on his list of Best Ever Blow Jobs.
Sometimes that happens, right? An insignificant action—a lark, a fling, a fun little time, nothing more!—unexpectedly changes into something huge; without warning, without planning, without intention it changes.
What do we do when that happens? Do we fight against it?
Or do we just let it happen?
I am sooo not good at fighting it.
I met up with an old friend recently and very innocently wanted to see his hands. I wanted to see if they were as I remembered them from more than a decade earlier.
Well, seeing them led to touching them and touching them led to them touching me and well… all innocent intentions went out the window.
I say let it happen. Sounds like you are glad you did.
I have many sex dreams. But they are not really like this one, my ones are other
shit girl, don’t fight it :) you can never go into a situation saying ‘I’m going to give you the BEST BLOW J EVER’ (superbad) and expect it to be in the top 10 list. They just have to happen.
While your self-imposed period of celibacy lasts you’re both going to start having dreams like this, I reckon ;o)
Of course you’ve got to let it happen.
To fight it is to let moments, like this, die. To not let the first little drop of desire, arousal, passion trickle down your body, hugging your curves, rolling down the skin gaining momentum, faster and faster. To not let the smallest of ripples grow and grow and suddenly have a wave crashing and threatening to break.
And why would anyone want to fight that?
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I pray that I’ll be able to just let it happen when the time comes.
I admit loving the hand on the back of the head too…and I think I’m damn respectable!
And now you must tell me exactly what is involved in such in mind-blowing blow job. I love going down on my man, but I can’t make him come, and I feel useless! Halp!
Um.
I dunno!
:)
miss bitch it depends on the man and the mood…
some men i can suck to rock hard groaningness and not get them to come for anything and others i can have spurting no problem…
start with chelsea girl’s how to deep throat a cock and go from there (‘less he has a foreskin, then it’s a bit different)
as for you miss aag i think that fighting that sort of thing is ultimately futile and leads to heartbreak… best to just let life live you :)
I woke up with a sticky mess just this morning :(
So embarrassing.
I love the goodbye kiss. My boyfriend always thinks I want it to lead to more but it’s just that.
I don’t see any reason to fight a good time. As long as you’re not so sore to physically function…what’s a little more pleasure?
“Sometimes that happens, right? An insignificant action—a lark, a fling, a fun little time, nothing more!—unexpectedly changes into something huge; without warning, without planning, without intention it changes.
What do we do when that happens? Do we fight against it?
Or do we just let it happen?”
Y’all know I’m not just talking here about blowjobs, right?
Y’all know I’m not just talking here about blowjobs, right?
Yes, we know. And to answer the question, roll with it, enjoy it, and never fight it.
If you fight, think what you may be losing out on. Of course, I’m not a good one to talk, as I am fighting it tooth and nail. I’m too scared not to fight it.
I think you do have to just go with it. Easier said than done, I know.
And I have to admit, I’d be flattered too if a guy had a wet dream about me…frankly, if that could truly be turned into a reality from fantasy I would request it of a partner. :-)
And see? I was about to post saying, “Gee, I somehow think this post is not *just* about giving in to the last minute kiss etc.” so I could look all clever and stuff…
*sigh*
So, anyway…be a little careful. There is more to consider than just you two…and she, no matter how reasonable, likely is not receiving all the same benefits of your new something huge that you are.
My less-than-two-cents from someone who tried to be the oh-so-understanding-Mrs. and who ended up as just the ex. ;o)
OMG…….. What I wouldn’t give for that dream, or to have my female partner do that for me. I would luv to have my flacid penis kissed until it is hard!!!
mmmm….me loves me a good wet dream….which i still get from time to time….like matthew, usually inspired by something that happens in real life that carries over to my dream state.
i think one should always go with it unless the body-mind reacts and tells you otherwise. in other words: don’t destroy possibilities ~ just trust your instincts.
Amazing retelling. Sounds like a familiar moment I’ve had. Its strange how the moments that stick out in a man’s memory aren’t always the pornstar encounters, or the planned ones like an anniversary or birthday. Sometimes its just being lost in the moment of a moment. Sounds like thats what happened here.
Keep the quality material coming