October 6, 2007
I Dream of Jenna


cydytame162.jpgI haven’t had sex in a week. I know that for many people, that’s not that big a deal, but for my libido, it is, because when I haven’t had sex in what my body perceives as too long, it reminds me by sending me strange sex dreams.

Usually in my dreams I’m with chicks. I’m sure my friend Dr. Freud would have something to say about this, but uncharacteristically I don’t feel like analyzing this particular somatic quirk. Let’s just accept my polyvaliently perverse unconscious and move on.

Last night, I had a dream wherein I was in a bed with an Asian chick I don’t know in real life. It was, in my dream our first time together, and for some reason we were in a bed that had a viewing gallery filled with other women from whom we had to hide what we were doing. Mostly, what I remember from this dream is a very graphic visual of her pussy, which my fecund imagination created in a goddess-like perfection.

No pussy on earth is as pretty as the one in my dream last night.

But this Asian perfect pussy dream pales in comparison to the vividness, the Technicolor panavision of a dream I had about six weeks ago, a dream I will relate now.

Ok, so in my dream I’m at this party and I know some people, but not very well. Then Jenna Jameson shows up and we greet each other like long-lost friends. I compliment her on her memoir (read it; it rocks) and we’re hugging. I can feel her breasts pressing up against mine.

Then, as dreams do, there is a leap in time in space and we’re in a bedroom with another dark-haired porn-starry woman. Jenna and I are kissing, and I’m kissing her hands and sucking her fingers, and then I’m kissing the dark-haired porn star, who seems really into me. The lighting in the bedroom is kind of low and the bed is quite big. There is a kind of turn-of-the-century feel about the room, decorated as it is with lace curtains and oil lamps.

All three of us are undressed. Jenna starts playing with me, controlling the whole process. She has me lie down on the bed, and she and the unknown porn star inspect my body, commenting on it, tracing its curves with their fingers, lifting and letting fall my breasts, slipping their hands between my thighs to look at and touch my pussy. All the time the two women talk about me, my body, my arousal, as if I’m not there.

Jenna flips me over and starts to insert a toy in my ass. I ask her to use a lot of lube and to slow down, as I haven’t done the anal thing in a while. She smiles and shows me the lube that drips off the toy, which is large. She smiles and pushes it slowly into my ass.

It hurt but it also feels good.

A lot like the real thing.

Now in my memory of the dream, things begin to get a bit mixed up. I know that Jenna starts pulling out a bunch of toys. She uses several buzzy toys on me, sometimes they hurt-I have to tell her to turn them down a bit, a request at which first she laughs and then complies to-but mostly they feel really good, and in my dream I’m concentrating and rocking my hips so that I can come. However, this part is also punctuated by leaps in time and space where I’m fucking with the unknown brunette porn star, and we’re kissing and playing with each other’s pussies.

But my dalliances with the brunette end and I return to Jenna with the light blonde hair.

I do remember that Jenna essentially has an arsenal of toys that don’t really exist on this mortal plane. One of them looks kind of like a puffy rectangular ice bag, and it alternately heats up and cools down while buzzing. She places it over my entire pussy and sort of leaves me on the bed, telling me not to move. While she’s playing with me, the brunette watches with a look on her face mixed between pleasurable voyeurism and painful longing.

In my dream I don’t come. Sigh. Which is often the case with me in my wet dreams. It ends with me waking up just after Jenna brings out yet another toy to see if this one will do the trick.

I don’t know precisely why I had the Jenna dream. I don’t remember, for example, if I’d seen something about her that day, or had some kind of erotic moment with a chick who reminded me of her, or what beyond the simple fact that I hadn’t been fucked in a while.

I can hazard a guess why I had the Asian perfect pussy dream. In part it probably is based in two fragments of reality. First, I have a co-worker who is Asian, and now I’m pretty sure she’s never going to talk to me again, so let me just reassure her that she was not the woman in my dream, though I’m sure that her pussy is perfect. (Yikes.) Second, I’ve been having a flirting conversation with a woman online, and that’s always fun. Though she is not Asian, she is desirable.

But mostly, the cold reality is this: I think it’s pretty much because I haven’t had sex. Yup.

Insistent


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