Dear Kali,
I think it's because I've been sleeping in David's bed with him instead of
mine -- you know, because sometimes when I sleep in a bed that's not mine I
have weird dreams. Anyway, since I started spending most nights at David's,
I've started having the weirdest dreams. You'd think that I'd dream about
the man I'm sleeping with, and believe me, the sex is good enough to be
dreamed about, but I've been having dreams about other kinds of sex. In
fact, I've been having dreams about sex with other men, lots of men. Lots
of men at the same time.
The dream always starts out the same. I'm on the subway headed home from
work. The car is full of hot guys. I mean, really hot guys. The kind you
imagine would look better with their shirts off. I'm the only girl on the
subway car, and suddenly the subway stops and the lights go out. It's an
electrical failure. The driver comes on to the speaker and tells us it looks
like we'll be sitting here for a while.
For a few minutes, the car is totally quiet, and then one of the guys -- it
seems like he's some kind of professional stock trader or something -- makes
eye contact with me and licks his lips. Next to him, there's a guy in jeans
and a t-shirt; a tight t-shirt. He looks like he's probably some kind of
labor worker. He says, "It looks like the lady's lucky. Here she is. Just
her and a car full of men who want to strip her down and do her."
In the dream, I don't know what comes over me, but right there in front of
all those men I slide my hand up my skirt and start stroking my clit.
Surprisingly, I'm already wet and slick, and as I look around the car I
realize that all of the men are staring at me, and some of them are already
stroking themselves. Right there, right then, I need to have them all, so I
just walk into the middle of the car and lay down and say, "Come on boys, I
can take you all."
And I do. First it's the stockbroker. He does me from on top. Then the guy
next to him, who flips me over before I even have time to finish coming and
does me from behind. The other men are getting hotter and hotter, and some
of them even come before they can get to me. I'm screaming and moaning and
yelling, and the next guy who comes at me gets pushed to the ground because
I need to be on top this time. I come every time. At the end, I'm actually
begging some of them to go a second time I want it so badly. I'm licking and
sucking everybody. We're all sweating and clothes are everywhere, and then
the car starts to move again. And when it does, another one of the guys,
this time I think he's another kind of professional, slams me up against the
side of the car and does me standing while we're speeding through the
underground tunnels. When I come this time, it's the big one and I leave a
puddle on the floor.
We all feel the train slowing down, so we hurry and get our clothes on. And
even though it's not my stop, I get off the train and rush into the cold,
fresh air. That's always when I wake up, though. And David's lucky I do,
because I wake up wanting it more than ever, and that means I wake him up
too. If he only knew what was getting me in the mood...
Jackie
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