memorable

Originally I was hesitant about publishing a dream of this nature; especially in such depth, but eventually the philosophy that dream journaling is most effective when done in detail governed my decision to proceed. The girl in question in my dream was once my girlfriend, but is now just a dear friend of mine.

I am in her room for some reason, and she stares intensely at me and tells me there’s something she wants to disclose. I smile and nod in encouragement. It’s difficult for her to reveal what she wants to say at first, and so she spends several moments blushing and breaking her eye contact with me by glancing at the floor. I insist that she can tell me, but she is still too shy, and thus I must reassure her by pointing out how close we are. She asks me if I can recall a particular sexual experience we had when we were dating back in high school. I laugh and tell her that she’ll have to be more specific. She asks if I remember the time we were in her room sitting on the floor and making out. She was pressed with her back against the door to prevent her parents from walking in. She bites her lip and asks if I remember how roughly I had groped her body, and how I had forcefully slid my hand down her pants. I look into her eyes and nod. My eyes roam elsewhere, but still on the plane of her body. She asks why it was only a once off occurrence, and why we never did anything similar involving that power dynamic for the rest of the time we dated. I shrug remorsefully and I am at a legitimate loss for words. The question hits me with considerable weight, and I feel a sense of disappointment wash over me when I reflect over all the missed opportunities. “I really don’t even have an answer to that” I say as I stare into her doe-like eyes. She giggles. “I loved it, it was so exciting”. I reciprocate her laughter, “I know”, I tease, “I remember you telling me how much you liked it at the time”.

She blushes, and then: “Listen, I’ve been thinking about how I’ve never really had the chance to properly experience anything like that since we broke up”. I nod enthusiastically in agreement. “I completely understand where you’re coming from, I am in the exact same boat.” She stares at me with burning intensity. “I want you to make me feel like you did all those years ago.” I do not protest. We have a lengthy discussion detailing our various kinks and desires. We start off experimenting with ways in which she would like to be referred to. It’s fun and games initially as we roll through the list of potential candidates. “Whore, slut, princess”, etc. They are hit and miss. Some she likes, some she doesn’t. We roll around in laughter at some of her suggestions and some of my suggestions. Eventually though, the laughter subsides, and I notice that she is legitimately getting turned on from some of the names. We decide together on a suitable variety of options, and then we decided to move on. She asks me what’s next. I ask her whether she’s been a good girl or a bad girl. She grins and says she’s been bad. I tell her to lay over my lap. Seeing we are on separate ends of her bed, initially she begins to simply shuffle over. I shake my head and tell her to go back to her side of the bed, and crawl over to me instead. She nods obediently. “Yes, sir.”

Once she is within reaching distance I grab her and pull her roughly the rest of the way until she is perched across my lap. She moans. I am veritably astonished by how much she seems to enjoy being controlled. I run my hand up and down her bare legs, and ask her what she deserves. She tells me she deserves a spanking. I agree: “very good, that’s right.” I fold her skirt over her waist, revealing her perfect ass. My hand roams around the lower half of her body, teasing her. I come dangerously close to her pleasure zone several times, and I can feel her rocking on my lap, subtly begging to be touched there. I shake my head “you really are a bad girl.” She is denied such a luxury. I get to work and begin spanking her until I decide she has had enough. I can literally feel the warmth and wetness of her radiating outwards towards my hand. I trace my finger up and down underwear for several minutes, until it seems as if she may potentially go insane from the teasing. She wants it so badly.
Finally, she is begging for it. “Please”, she moans. I pull her up by her hair towards me, so that my lips are at her ear, and say something I will refrain from writing down. I slide her underwear down her legs, and momentarily consider shoving her panties in her mouth, but decide against it because of how much I like hearing her moan. I struggle to comprehend how wet she is. I slide my finger inside of her slowly. I delicately brush past her clit while I am penetrating her with my finger, but only so that it is just barely perceptible. I repeat this process until she is on the brink of an orgasm, and then stop. “Please” she begs, practically crying out of lust and frustration. “You’re going to have to work for it – show me that you can be a good girl instead of a bad girl.” She agrees, “Yes sir.” It’s not as if she has any real choice in the matter. I sit up against the wall positioned next to her bed, and motion for her to come to me. “Come here baby.” She crawls over, just like she’s been taught. She is learning. I call her a good girl, approvingly. I kiss her deeply. I trace my finger around her lips, and she opens her mouth immediately and takes in my finger, sucking desperately. I remove my finger and shake my head. I chastise her: “don’t be greedy”.

I figure I might be acting a little hard on her, so I decide to indulge the girl and provide her with a reward. I remove all her clothes and become momentarily mesmerised by her striking beauty. I tell her to kneel on the floor for me. She wastes no time. Without the need for encouragement she unzips my pants. Her evident lust for it turns me on immensely, I love how badly she wants it. I instruct her to stick her tongue out. I stay there for a while just watching. “PLEASE” she begs, with her big brown eyes. I oblige, and eventually I am crammed into her mouth. She makes vivid noises of delight.

Eventually I order her to drape herself over the table, and present herself to me. I eagerly walk over and insert myself inside of her, and become overwhelmed with the sensation. We try several things that she told me she wanted earlier. I hold her hands behind her back, pull her hair, etc. I feel very fulfilled about how happy she seems. The physical sensation is rewarding, but what I find even more wholesome is listening to her moans of pleasure. Eventually I tell her I’m going to come, and she insists that it be inside of her. (Her actual phrase was a bit more explicit, but I’m trying to keep this journal RELATIVELY clean.) I wake up.

I'm in a correctional teenagers prison, and these kids want to kill me. One walks towards me, so I back up towards a set of stairs behind me, to escape, but a kid is standing there, blocking the way. "You wrecked the reputation of the prison, by doing that tv ad." Now two people are after me, I sidestep the original one, and back away, towards another set of stairs. A third person comes out, and says pretty much the same thing. This time I dodge him, and then try escape to the bottom by using the stairs, but then I realise they're attempting to kill me by pushing me down the stairs anyway. I turn around and walk down slowly backwards, while holding onto the rail, so they can't push me. I make it down the bottom, and feel safe, but then I realise the whole "prison" is just a masive open six level scaffolding. I begin running down the stairs away fom them, trying to make it to the bottom floor. One of them shouts after me, "This is all part of my plan! I got permission to take you to the lowest level, and kill you, so no one will see." There are about three staircases all leading down to a lower floor that you can take on each level, so they attempt to cut me off a few times, but it doesn't work. I finally make it down to the first floor, and then for some reason I say, "What a minute! You have permission for ME to be here, NOT YOU!" This seem to mean something to him, because he stops chasing me. I continue running, however, and see an alleyway leading out into my town. I head towards town, but I can't resists turning around, giving him the finger, and exchanging a few nice words. He doesn't seem to care though, he just laughs and says "He's going to use that car!" Reffering to the one infront of me. I walk past his vision and decide against using the car, seeing I'd be easy to find. I look towards a field with long grass, leading into a forest, and decide to walk there. I run through the field, and into the forest, but I have a feeling someone is following me, so I hide behind a tree. It's actually more of a park with a fair bit of trees, and a fair few people are around. It turns out to be people on bikes, anyway, however just as I emerge from the tree, I see the actual people, that were chasing me. They're coming from my front, left side,so I have to hide on a diagonal angle to the right, to not be spotted. I gradually move, and they become none the wiser. I step out relieved, but then I realise there's a police officer with them, and he spots me. I begin running, and the police officer shouts " He's running away" They turn, and try to grab me, but I jump over them. I head into a restraunt at the end of the park/forest, and see a group of my friends. I sit down with them, and try to blend in, hoping the police or prisoners won't notice me. My friends greet me, and I say "Hey, I'm on the run from prison, I need you guys to be quite. They all laugh, which draws attention to me, and the people after me, see me. They call out my name, but I look around, pretending to look for the person. I look at a young boy, and say "Excuse me sir, I think they're calling you." The police officer shouts "Cut the crap, turn yourself in." I jump over the table, and run towards the kitchen, hoping for an exit. They follow me. I turn towards a window, and he shouts "He's going to jump on the chair, and try to climb out the window." I do what he says, but the window is way to small to fit through, and he has an easy oppurtunity to grab me. But he doesn't, and I realise that he's trying to help me. "He's going to jump on the table, and then go onto the ledge. I smile at him, then quickly run out of the room. I walk a few metres, and then slide into a hotel room, throught the window. I'm with Jessi, and I open the fridge, for some reason, looking at the food. I take nothing, and then exit the room. I look for the room that looks the least likely to be looked in. I take the one at the far end, and step inside. Jessi begins walking away, and I demand to know wh he's walking off when there are people trying to kill me. "I'm going to buy the room, you can't just barge in there..." He does have a good point, I follow him, and we end up in the foyer. Jessi begins paying, and I stay the steps, being cautious. I hear a voice that says "You know you're dreaming, right?" "Of course I do" I reply. Then I realise I actually AM dreaming, and become lucid. I turn towards the person who you rent the rooms off. "I want to eat something.... can I have an apple?" She throw me an apple, and I bite into it. Crunchy and sour. "I want you to summon me a badger." It turns into this game, where you have to get the badger. Eventually I win, and I "wake up" with a badger in my lap. I get up, and mum iss tanding at the end of the bed. I wake up for real. (By the way, the guys at the prison weren't actually that scary, considering they're supposed to be in the world's toughest prison..)