Hot Dream on a Cold Night

It's been extremely cold for quite a while now. Last night was no different. I again fell asleep on the couch. Master didn't mind. I even asked permission to do so and I at least made it past my normal bed time. He woke me up when He was ready to go to bed around 3am or some where around there.

It wasn't until after we curled up in bed together that the dreaming started. Normally I don't remember my dream so vividly. Usually it's just bits and pieces if I remember them at all. But this one was very vivid. And it was hot. Very hot. Here is what happened in the dream.

We were sitting in the living room. Master was sitting on the couch with me, which is actually a little odd because nine times out of ten He sits in His recliner and I'm on the couch. Anyway... He was sitting on the couch and He had His back resting against the arm of the couch. He had one foot on the floor and the other leg stretched out along the couch. I was laying in between His legs with my back resting against His torso.

We were both nude and watching porn. I don't know which one. I don't even know what the scene on the TV was. I remember we were both getting more turned on. I felt His cock growing and starting to press on my back. He reached down and started groping my tits and grabbing my piercings and turning them.

I started to sit up and He released my nipples from His grip. I turned my body just enough to start gently kissing Him. He cupped my face in His hands as we continued to kiss. We teasingly twisted our tongues together before going back to gently kissing one another.

He leaned forward and stopped cupping my face in His hands and instead wrapped His left hand in my hair. He pulled my head back by my hair and nipped my neck over and over again. Then using my hair as a handle He moved me off the couch so that I was kneeling before Him. He moved so that He was sitting straight up on the couch and had both feet on the floor. He let go of my hair to allow me to move.

I leaned forward and took the head of His cock into my mouth. I swirled my tongue around it before allowing it to slip out of my mouth. I took my hand and pushed His cock against His stomach before running my tongue and lips along the underside of it. I stopped eventually and quickly took His cock into my mouth again until my lips were all the way down to the base of His dick.

I bobbed my head up and down. He put His hand on the back of my head as I continued. Eventually He grabbed my hair at the base of my skull again and pulled my head back. He then let go of my hair and grabbed my wrist and gently pulled up. I carefully climbed up onto the couch, straddling Him. He didn't slip inside me right away. Instead He reached down, grabbed His dick and rubbed it softly against my clit. We both moaned as He did so.

Then He moved His dick down and I lifted my hips up slightly and slowly lowered myself onto His cock. I arched my back and bucked my hips. At first it was rather slow and sensual. I rested my head against His shoulder as I started to get more passionate about it and rotating my hips as He was balls deep inside me. He grabbed my hips and forced me to stop. He then pulled my torso forward so my chin was cupped against the top of His shoulder and my tits were pressed against His chest.

As soon as I was in that position He got a better grip on my hips while He was still inside me. He moved one hand so it was wrapped around my lower back. He leaned forward so my ass was hanging slightly off the couch. He stood up and made sure that His cock didn't slip out of me as He carried me into the bedroom. Once we got back there He slowly rested me on the bed and pulled His cock out of me. He told me to get on all fours with my ass in the air.

I got into position and He knelt behind me. There was nothing gently about it when He slammed His dick into me. And He didn't waste time getting up to a fast pace. No. He grabbed my hips and as He knelt still He bounced me off of His cock over and over again. I had to bury my face in the pillow so the neighbors wouldn't hear me.

He kept one hand on my hips and reached down with His other hand to wrap His hand in my hair again, pulling my upper body off of the bed. He got me into the position where my back is arched and I'm on the tips of my fingers to raise my upper body as high as He wanted it. Once He felt I was perfectly positioned the way He wanted me and covered my mouth and sped up His thrusting while rotating His hips. He was never hit the same place twice in a row. It was driving me mad. I moaned and squeaked but barely any sound made it past His hand since He had such a good grip.

He growled, ordering me to cum as He filled me with His.

And that is where the dream ended. It was hot as fucking hell and when I woke up this morning I was more than a little wet. I rolled over and looked at Him. He was sleeping and I wanted to wake Him up so we could fuck but I know that He hasn't been getting a lot of sleep and His back has been giving Him some problems. So I didn't try and instead slipped out of bed and made sure to tuck Him in a little bit more so He would stay warm. Plus we can always fuck tonight.

Bad Dreams

I had bad dreams all night last night. I don't remember what the hell they were about, which just makes it worse. I was tossing and turning all night. I woke up randomly and then went into a half sleep, which was highly annoying.

I think I kept Master up as well, which I feel bad about. I've always kind of wondered how the hell you know that you've had a bad dream but you don't remember what the fuck it was about. If I don't remember what it was about how can I know I had a bad dream? I guess it's just the feeling you have when you wake up. I don't know.

That feeling stuck with me most of the day. I've just had a blah mood and just felt kind of spaced out. I feel rather cuddly and affectionate. So I've been randomly hugging Master and kissing His forward and other random things like that.

It's a good thing He is an affectionate person. It would be awkward if He wasn't. I'm a very affectionate person and even more so when I'm like this. For example, on my way over to the computer to do my blog post I stopped by His chair and kissed His forehead a couple of times and He just smiled.

I'm glad that tomorrow is Friday and that Master and I pretty much have the whole weekend to ourselves except for tomorrow when we visit my dad for a while. But that's not a big deal since Master and my dad get along like best friends when they are around each other.

Hopefully tonight I'll sleep without a problem. The funny thing is that I don't feel tired at all. You would think that since I didn't get a good night's sleep that I would be exhausted, especially after the kind of work day I had, but I'm wide awake. I'm just blah.

Dreaming

I don't put a lot of stock in dreams, unless they don't feel like dreams. Some people will know what I'm talking about when I say that, and some won't.

I don't dream very often. Or at least, if I do I don't remember much about them. The past two nights I've had dreams, and I remember bits and pieces of each. I know that's normal for a lot of people, but for me it's really rare. And these are just dreams, they don't feel like anything else. There was no profound meaning to them. Just dreams.

Two nights ago I had a dream where I was running in a forest, and it was extremely dark out. Darker than night. No moonlight, no stars. Just darkness. I remember thinking I was going to run into something, but I never did. Apparently I'm less of a klutz in my dreams. But it seemed so freeing at the time. Just me and the forest.

But it wasn't just me and the forest. After a while I came to a clearing and Master was there. He was sitting on a rock and asked me what had taken me so long. He smirked and then took off running, out of the clearing and back into the trees. I laughed and chased after Him. Apparently we had been racing this entire time. At least that's what I'm getting from it.

That's all I remember from that one.

Then last night I had one of those dreams that seem like an acid trip gone wrong once you're awake and lucid. But in the dream, while you're having it, it all seems perfectly normal. Never mind people are odd colors, never mind that the sky is purple and all anyone is speaking is gibberish and yet you can understand them all perfectly.

It's fucked up. And when I woke up this morning I was confused for some reason. Like hey, why is everything back to normal? Oh yeah. Cause I'm awake. Duh.

Then again the alarm clock kind of startled me awake. There was no gentle rolling over and turning off the alarm clock. Oh no. I bolted awake, looked around me, and then realized that it was the damn alarm clock.

I hate mornings like that.

Weird Dreams

I don't dream very much. Or at least, if I do I don't remember it when I wake up. Although Master has told me that I talk in my sleep, so who the hell knows.

But the past two nights I've had very, very weird dreams. Like I have no idea what is triggering them.

They both involve Master and me. That's it. No one else.

I can't really get a sense of where we are in either dream.

Perhaps if I type them out this will make more sense. (Or you will all think I'm insane and end up trying to convince Master that I should be in a hug me jacket. If that's the case, you guys suck... lol)

Dream 1:

I had this dream Monday night. Monday night Master had fucked me good and hard, and then went back into the living room after tucking me in.

Okay, so the dream goes something like this.

I'm in lingerie. It's a sheer baby doll, black of course. I have on my collar and cuff as always. I'm kneeling on the bed and Master is standing in front of me. The weird this is He won't let me look up. So the only view I have is of His chest and down. He's not physically holding me in place. And He never said I couldn't look up. I just some how know, in the dream, that I am not supposed to look Him in the face.

This is weird, because Master usually insists that I look Him in the eye. When I do have my eyes down towards the ground, He only allows it for a moment and then has me look up at Him.

But as I said in the dream I know I'm not supposed to look up at Him. So for the entire dream I don't see His face.

But I have a perfect view of His cock. His nice, thick cock. It's at full attention and I can see it visibly bobbing He is so hard. His hands are at His side and I haven't touched Him. I'm basically kneeling there studying His dick. Not a bad thing at all if I do say so myself. ;-) But another odd thing is in this dream Master has a "man bush". Why is that odd? Well, Master keeps Himself shaved. And I personally don't like pubic hair on men or women. But hey, it's Master. I love His cock no matter what. And for some reason in the dream I don't find the fact that He has pubic hair odd at all.

I can't for the life of me remember what color His pubes were in the dream. I've never seen His pubic hair. He's been shaved since the first time we fucked. So, yeah. No fucking clue.

All of a sudden, with no verbal or physical cue on Master's part, I somehow know that I'm supposed to start sucking His dick now. So I lean my head forward and open my mouth. His dick slips into my mouth and I suck His dick for what seems like hours in the dream. My jaw doesn't get tired, my neck doesn't hurt, nothing. I'm just some kind of uber dick sucking machiene in the dream.

And when He finally cums, it's like a firehouse going off. I don't spill a drop, but it just keeps coming and coming and coming. Again no noise from Master at all. In fact the whole dream is like a silent movie.

I honestly think the only reason the flow of sperm stopped is because my alarm went off and woke me up.

Dream 2:

This one happened last night. I went to bed by myself last night as Master was not feeling the greatest.

In this dream it starts off with Master kneeling between my legs, which are of course spread wide. The lights are off but I can see Him perfectly. I can see all of Him except for His face. His face is pitch black. All I can see is the outline of His head. (Weird how in both dreams I can't see His face.)

He has His cock in His hand and is thrusting it into me. Once He's firmly in place His moves His hand and holds Himself above me. He's extremely rough and I'm of course loving it.

I grab His wrist gently, and pull it towards my throat. (I do this sometimes when I want Him to choke me during sex. Sometimes He goes with it, other times He's gently remove my hand from His wrist.)

He allows it, the gets a firm grip on my throat, slowly applying pressure. As I'm getting closer to the point where I feel like I'm going to black out Master starts to thrust more wildly. He's getting close to cumming. His grip tightens more and He orders me to open my mouth.

This order confuses me as He's in such a position that it doesn't seem likely that He's going to pull out and have me swallow His cum. He can see the confusion on my face. He simply says, "Now!" and I do as I'm told.

As He fills my pussy with His cum, I see a movement on His arm. My eyebrows knit together and I stare at His arm. Something isn't right.

The spider tattoo on His forearm is moving. It's moving towards His wrist. I can't scream. I have no air to scream. Then again I wasn't sure if screaming would be a good idea anyway. The tattoo spider keeps moving, onto His hand, down His fingers and onto my throat. Keep in mind it isn't actually off of His skin. It's not like the tattoo turned into a real spider. No, it was just the tattoo, keeping shape, moving down onto my throat, off of His body. It makes it's way up my throat, over my chin, and then to my lips. I think about closing my mouth. I look up. I still can't see His face, but I know that He doesn't want me to close it. So I keep my mouth open. The tattoo is just about to go over my lower lip when I wake up with a start.

Once I was awake I looked over and Master was sleeping soundly next to me. This is going to sound stupid but I checked His arm and His spider tattoo was firmly in place. (Duh.)

This isn't the first time I've had dreams where tattoos move. Sometimes mine do in my dreams. This is however the first time I've had a dream where a tattoo has transferred from one person's body to another.

Pretty fucked up huh?