Wet Cement

10 AM. I am awake. My lungi is stiff near the groin.

I had a dream.

I don’t know what to call it. Nightmare feels wrong because nightmares are supposed to be bad. This wasn’t bad. It was just intensely, disturbingly vivid, the kind of vivid where you wake up and the images are still sitting behind your eyes in full color and you blink and they’re still there. Six hours later, still there.

I was in a room. I don’t know whose room. I didn’t recognize it. I didn’t recognize anyone in it.

Two men. One woman. And me, standing somewhere off to the side, apparently just watching. Not participating. Not invited. Just present, like furniture that developed a consciousness.

The woman was thick. Genuinely, spectacularly thick. The kind of body that architecture should be built around. She had this incredible weight to her, this softness that looked warm to the touch, curves that sat heavy and real and absolutely devastating. Her skin caught the light somehow, even in a dream. She was the most beautiful woman I have ever seen in my life. I have no idea who she was. None.

And the two men were not wasting the situation.

One was behind her. His hands were on her hips, gripping hard, fingers digging in deep enough to leave marks, and he was fucking her with the kind of focused, unhurried rhythm that suggests someone who knows exactly what they’re doing and is in absolutely no rush to stop doing it. She was on all fours and the way her body absorbed each thrust, that little forward weight shift, the soft sound she made each time, god.

The other was in front of her. She had him in her mouth, both hands wrapped around the base, taking her time with it, alternating between slow deep pulls and just using her tongue on the tip while she moaned from what was happening behind her. He had his hand in her hair. Not rough, just holding. She was looking up at him while she did it and the eye contact was the most obscene thing in the entire scene and I could not look away.

Both men were completely absorbed in her. She was completely absorbed in both of them. Nobody acknowledged I was there. I was just watching this impossibly beautiful woman get absolutely, thoroughly, completely used by two men who were very good at their job, and she was loving every single second of it.

I don’t know how long it lasted in dream time. Felt like a long time. She came at least once, loud, completely unrestrained, her whole body shaking, and the man behind her didn’t stop, just kept his pace steady and even, and she had to pull away from the other man briefly just to breathe through it, head dropping, fingers digging into the sheets.

I woke up.

Stiff lungi. Racing heart. Ten in the morning.

I’m not going to infer anything from this. I’m just going to write it down and pretend it’s a data point with no meaning whatsoever.

Sure.