I had the most realistic dream ever. Not content-wise, cuz many dreams are pretty crazy and unrealistic per se. You know, dreams where one can fly just by spreading one‘s arms, living through surreal situations where your brain makes up the craziest stuff, etc.
I had my share of dreams where I could fly, or where I was naked (or only wearing underwear) and no one noticed, where I could see with closed eyes, do magic, transform into a dragon or werewolf and other weird shit (losing all my teeth, one by one) or about meeting someone I fancied even though the person in my dream looked totally different from the real thing.
No, this time, I wasn’t just an observer in my own body. I could taste, smell and actually feel (sensory input) instead of just experiencing the emotions evoked by my dream.
I tasted saliva while kissing, I could smell hair, skin and breath, I even felt fabric sliding over skin while touching and caressing. It was pretty wild, really. I’m not even sure if I ever had such a realistic dream before…
I wrote everything down after waking up cuz it took only a couple minutes and I could no longer remember how my dream actually began. Yeah, maybe no one can remember that but that’s just a guess on my end.
Anyway. I was visiting an art gallery, looking at all the paintings and other exhibits until I became aware of someone watching me from the sidelines. I recognized him right away and smiled at him, hoping he would approach me for some small talk.
He wore a dark olive shirt, light blue jeans and sneakers. He was missing the LED but I knew that it was Markus. He looked exactly like the actor who portrayed him in Detroit: Become Human but there were little things that made it impossible for me to confuse him with a human – actor or otherwise.
First, he was the only person in the room who wasn’t sweating. It was a very hot, sunny day and the gallery was kinda small. There was no air con to help us cool down. Most visitors used their flyers and brochures to fan themselves. Others were dabbing at their faces and necks with handkerchiefs and these small, rolled up (and damp) towels usually handed out by resort personell in vacation countries.
And second, his eye color was pure green. That alone made his gaze truly irresistible. Especially because green eyes are usually mixed with other colors as well, flecks of gold, brown, blue or gray. My hubby is a natural blonde and he has green eyes but depending on the light and clothes he wears, his eyes can also appear grey or blue-ish.
And third, his breath didn’t smell at all. It was just warm air.
I really can’t remember anymore what we talked about but… GODS! That lovely smile could melt hearts. It definitely melted mine and turned my knees to jelly. I had an incredible urge to tell him just how much I loved him – but I didn’t dare. Something was holding me back, as if my wonderful dream would change from pure bliss and carefree happiness to something… darker, sadder. Or, that we would be separated with me trying to find him, combing the city but never seeing him again.
Markus suddenly said that he’d called a cab (without using a phone, typical „dream logic“). I turned around to point out the other guests that were still there – but now the gallery was totally empty, only the two of us were present. (I’ve had much stranger things happening in my dreams but I always accept these things as normal, without questioning even the weirdest situations.)
Driving to his place took ages where my mind made up an unfamiliar city that could’ve been anywhere in the world. I still knew that I was in LA (I was never in Detroit but I’ve been to Chicago, San Francisco, LA, Vegas and Laughlin) though.
He had a house atop a cliff overlooking the ocean. A bit like Iron Man’s Malibu house from the movies but much, much smaller and definitely more modest. It was nice and cozy, tastefully furnished but nothing special, and I loved it.
One of the rooms had lots of paintings in it, most of them stood on the ground and were covered with dark fabric; almost like a mix between a store room and a small atelier. There was also a big black leather sofa present. The kind that’s big enough to loll around on for watching TV, with one side being really large and oblong.
The living room, however, was dominated by a huge, floor to ceiling book case from one end of the room to the other. I was browsing through the many titles, ranging from classic literature to modern tales, from poems to artfolio, crime novels, fantasy, children’s books, sci-fi or titles from Skyrim (The Talos Principle, The Real Barenziah Vol 1. to 4., The Aetherium Wars, etc.) …and even erotica.
Markus wore different clothes when I turned around, slacks and a loose, comfortable looking tank top/undershirt. I still had the book with erotic stories in my hand and he took it from me with a look in his eyes that almost took my breath away and my nipples became so stiff they started to hurt.
Usually, I’m painfully shy around a handsome guy, not only IRL but also in my dreams. I’m always timid cuz I don’t feel attractive or desirable enough for a crush to be interested in me – or my body. But this time, I felt only … womanly confidence. I wanted him. Bad. And I was ready to seduce him and actually make the first step this time – instead of hoping and yearning mutely for something that only rarely ever happened in my dreams.
I placed my hand on his chest, right at the edge where the deep neck line ended and the skin began. The fabric slipped a little sideways with my touch, I could feel the warmth of his body, the firm musculature, the nice bulging of his pecs and how soft and velvety his skin was.
I’m small, way smaller than he is, with a rather fair complexion. And the striking contrast of my pale fingers against his darker skin … that was … thrilling and really sensual. I don’t have a kink or preference for any ethnic groups or interracial relationships, I also love my hubby’s summer tan a LOT – simply because I like the look, cuz I’m almost creamy white and my skin hardly tans. Ever. I only turn as red as a lobster. XD
He sat down on the sofa, and I sat down in his lap right away and put both arms around his neck, and Markus pulled me into an embrace that had me biting back a soft moan.
His small smile was flirtatious and an invitation at the same time. Those soft, sensual lips, the hint of pearly white teeth, the dilated pupils, his expression … I just had to kiss him. And so I did. And he kissed me right back.
That was the most sensual kiss of my life! It was … just perfect, soft and gentle, with us exploring each other’s mouths with soft lips and gently playing tongues. I’ve never been kissed like that. It was incredibly erotic.
As a woman, I always struggle to let go and it takes a lot of time for me to become fully aroused. With Markus, however, I was already sopping wet just with us kissing and some mutual caressing while still fully clothed.
I knew that our time together would be drastically shortened from the moment I undressed, but I just couldn’t wait any longer. The urge to sleep with him was already overwhelmingly strong. And so I removed my top. He asked me to get up before standing up himself.
I was naked first and pulled down his jeans together with his boxers. His cock was beyond impressive. It was massive, nicely curved up, the foreskin already retracted, fully exposing the glans. I sat on the edge of the seat and took him into my hand. I can’t remember if his penis had a human-like scent or any scent at all, but I vividly remember how hot and hard it was. The skin was soft and velvety, it was throbbing in my hand, already leaking pre-cum.
I let him slide through my fingers, wanting to memorize the touch and feel of his member. I really couldn’t decide if I wanted him in my mouth or in my pussy. I yearned for Markus to fuck me but I also wanted a facial and taste his cum. But… dear God, his expression! The look on his face drove me crazy with need! I wanted to look into his eyes when he fucked me, I wanted to hear him moan when he came. I was so horny I thought I was about to cum just from playing with his cock.
I kept stroking gently up and down, moaning wantonly while doing so. I must’ve moaned for real cuz that was what woke me up.
At first, I was confused. I couldn’t tell if it was really just a dream or something that had actually happened. But then I noticed just how wet I was. I was incredibly aroused but I was concerned about forgetting my dream and had to write it down first.
And, boy, am I glad that I did or I would’ve forgotten most of it – except the last moment where both of us were naked.
I hardly ever have „real“ sex (from foreplay to orgasm) in my dreams. And I’m even more surprised about me taking the initiative in this wonderful, wonderful encounter but I guess even a shy wallflower like me can learn not only to accept but also to love my own body. My husband loves it, so why should he be the only one?
BTW, I’ve told him about my dream and even read my notes to him. He was amazed and a little envious about how realistic it felt for me. He’s not jealous about me having feelings for Markus. Hubby always says: „He’s not real, just a computer generated fantasy. Why should I begrudge you that?“
He has his own fantasies (T’Pol from Star Trek: Enterprise, and Daenerys Targaryen from GOT), and I like to hear about his favorite girls just as well. ^^
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