Last night, I imagined a masculine voice in my ear, directing my orgasms. I imagined my pleasure being guided by another. I imagined warmth and care flowing through my brain and body from another. I imagined I wasn’t alone.
I came and came and came, over and over, for more than two hours. Cum oozed out of my body. It gushed and squirted. I created puddles on top of puddles.
When I finally succumbed to exhaustion, I trembled violently. I had found a non-D/s version of subspace, where the chemical release is similar but the mindfuck is different. My mind was a mess. I lost all focus. I needed to drift off, but it wasn’t quite the same. I lay sprawled in the middle of my bed, my hand cupping my sex, wishing my fantasies were real, wishing I wasn’t alone, wondering just how many times I came.
I came until I was dehydrated. I came until I truly understood the importance of aftercare. I shook. I staggered around the room. I was incoherent. I fell back into bed, crying dry tears, wishing for something real. Wishing I wasn’t alone.
I dreamed of fucking. I dreamed of being licked and nibbled. I dreamed of a warm body nestled between my thighs loving my pussy with his tongue. I dreamed the imagined voice in my ear was real. I dreamed that I slept cocooned in strong arms, protected and cherished, loved and wanted.
I woke up to reality.
A very intense dream, very emotional and deep. Thank you for sharing.
It’s left me a little off today – that’s what intensity can do, I guess…
I can see how it would, but a dream worth holding onto. Hugs
the title reminds me of Julius Caesar’s famous phrase – I came, I saw, I conquer!
LOL. conquering would be nice…
I can relate to this so much…..
That makes me feel sad for you…
lots has happened since I talked to you…..I may very well be in the same boat as you. Well definitely chat about it…..i need someone to talk to about it…..near tears over it but I have my kids around so i’m being strong.
That’s almost hardest – having to stay strong…it was nearly impossible for me at Thanksgiving, so I can imagine how you feel…((hugs))
This is very powerful and not a little scary.
It shows you are taking control, at some level, of your sexuality. You are letting your mind go where it needs to go, recovering from the loss you suspect you have had.
I hope it works well for you.
I really hope you find the comfort you deserve and so eloquently seek.
I hope so, too, Nick.
The mind and heart can only take so much pain before it shuts down or moves on. I haven’t moved on in that sense, but I have to put the negative feelings to the side or they will consume me…I have to find joy and orgasms (hehehe) or I will go crazy…
He’s still tucked away in a little section all his own within my heart…and I know that if he chooses to come back to me, he will have every bit of my heart again…
In the meantime, I will dream and cum, imagine and cum, and just plain cum…