I had another sex dream.  It was this weekend, Friday night I think.  One bizarre thing is who the sex dream was about, although there needs to be a bit of background to it all to explain who she is. 

(Yeah, I know.  It’s about a girl too!  All of my cock obsession on this blog and in my writing I’m very surprised to have a sex dream about a girl).

A second bizarre thing is that I have been at my least sexually charged in quite some time, so to have a sex dream out of the blue like that was kind of weird.  

So the dream was about a girl I’ve only ever met once and it was in passing.  Technically I don’t even know her and she doesn’t know me.  The only reason I know her is because she’s someone who is friends with my ex-wife.  I type that word in italics because, well, if you know someone would you italics on the word friends then you know why it would be used.

She’s short, chubby, big tits and can look pretty when she’s got her A game on, but generally isn’t someone you’d give a lot of attention to if you saw her in public.  She’s a normal looking woman though, I’m not saying she’s ugly but she’s not a stunner either.  I’ve always found her attractive, whenever I’ve seen her pictures, despite the weight she tries to hide with perfectly positioned selfies.  

This being a dream, the entire scenario started right in the middle of the encounter.  I don’t remember much about it actually just that I wanted to fuck her.  A further oddity was that part of the interaction was her giving me, well I don’t even know what it’s called.  It’s that thing where a woman, typically one with very large breasts, puts the guys dick between them and jerks him off like that.  I don’t know if it's referred to as a tit job but I hope not because that sounds ridiculous.  

She’s married, so the feeling about hiding our interaction from her husband was present although it wasn’t exactly stated out loud that we needed to be discreet, the entire time we were together we were in some state of sexual entanglement.  My ex-wife didn’t come up at all during the interaction either, which was another interesting point.  It was as if this woman and I just happened to be together and wanted to fuck each other independent of all other things.

I’ve wanted to fuck this woman before, even if I only knew her mostly through pictures and stories.  She fed a couple of my fetishes:

• Bitchy pretty girl (she had an aura about her that she was better than other people)
• Promiscuous (she’s cheated with men before and often spoke of sex openly, to the point of being vulgar sometimes)
• Chubby (perfect hucow candidate, even though she would undoubtedly never partake in the fantasy.  I’m not even sure I’d want to, but its fun food for thought).

So we had sex.  Her husband, a tall black man (she’s a BBC obsessed white girl), was always lurking it seemed but never actually caught us having sex during the dream.  It never was an actual fear that he would, but it was just the presence of him that was always there.  With all of that information I can’t dissect what would have made me dream about her other than it wasn’t actually her who I was dreaming about and she was just a placeholder that my mind used, but if that’s the case, why?

Ever since my encounter with the service provider I had been very lacking in sexual drive.  Typically I try to jerk off every night as it makes my sleep so much better, but I didn’t at all this weekend and I had only done it once since my appointment with her on Thursday.  I did jerk off for a nap I took on both Saturday and Sunday though, but I do that anyways, usually cumming twice each day of the weekend.

Sexual drive?  Minimal.  Having not masturbated each night didn’t seem to affect anything either as I didn’t jerk off Thursday night or Friday night prior to the dream.  

I guess, maybe, it goes to the hiding of it.  I had to sneak around to meet up with the service provider on Thursday, in which she lotioned up and ran her naked body all over mine.  As mentioned during my review of the experience, I didn’t really care for that and the act of jerking me off with her tits has never been something I’ve been interested in.

The thought of her husband lurking around but never actually becoming involved and catching us is relevant because of the being caught aspect of meeting with a service provider.  It isn’t illegal for them to provide the service, however it is illegal for someone to purchase the service.  When she told me to head up to where she was staying she told me if any staff were around just look at my phone so it didn’t seem like I was waiting for her, and when I left I heard voices of staff in the hallway when I ducked out of the back door and was thankful I didn’t have to see any of them.

Yes, this is it.  Further adding to it, I was thinking this weekend about writing a post about how the service provider was just a random woman.  She was sexy and had a great body, but her great body was great because it fit exactly what I like in a woman, imperfect.  

She wasn’t toned and fit as if she went to the gym every day and worked out constantly.  There was a bit of squishiness to her, which I squeezed in my hands when she was on my lap.  She felt fucking incredible.  She was perfectly imperfect.  

What made me really think about this entire line of thinking was how she was a pretty woman, but she wasn’t the perfect kind of pretty that is off-putting.  The pictures she uses on her advertisements are very well done professional photos with her face blotted out, so I put an imaginary face in until I actually met her.  When she came walking out from around the corner and she looked like a girl I’d notice on the street and think, “yeah, I’d like to fuck her,” she fit what I wanted perfectly.  

My service provider and my ex-wife’s friend could have been swapped out for each other.  Why wasn't it the service provider and why did I replace her with this other woman?  It may have to do with the lack of sex drive and the feeling of not being as intrigued with meeting up with the service provider as much as I had originally thought I would be.  I enjoyed the experience but turned it into, “she could have been anyone.”

It’s always kind of fun dissecting a dream and I didn’t go too in depth thinking about it until now, working it out as I typed it.  It makes for an interesting blog post I guess.  Brains are weird.

I do think I’ll meet up with her again, maybe in a month or two.  I’ve been thinking that off and on over the past couple of days.  I keep reasoning with myself that I didn’t mind that I didn’t get to fuck her, that I actually preferred the way it went where she gave me a pretty amazing blow job instead.  But I think I would have like to have fucked her.  I think next time I’ll want to have my dick inside of her, condom on, when I cum.  Although I think I’d like for it to be towards the end of the encounter as I think the intense orgasm and then the unpleasant whole body rub is probably what is making me have not entirely positive thoughts of the experience.  Typically its fuck, cum, go to sleep and/or leave.  If we could fuck and tease and maybe cum around the 40 minute mark and call it a day once the orgasm hits I think that would be ideal.

We’ll see if it happens again.  I’m sure it will, but maybe not.  Ideally I’d have found a woman who I actually like and want to hang out with and can fuck for free whenever she wants to.  But that seems like a fantasy at this point.  For now?  I’ll just focus on my writing, hopefully that will be enough.