The Other Side

Okay. A dream. Again. Pant wetter than usual, significantly wetter, so I must have had a rather productive night.

The beginning is fuzzy. A restaurant somewhere. One of the exes was there. you know, the first one. I don’t remember the restaurant. Then it wasn’t a restaurant anymore, it was a room, private, just the two of us, and the person may or may not have been the same person from the restaurant, dream logic doesn’t care about continuity.

What I remember clearly is what I did.

I grabbed him and threw him onto the bed. Turned him prone. Tore the back of his pants down. Started clapping his ass, hard, both cheeks, just taking my time with it. Then I spread him open, spat on it, and inserted myself and started thrusting.

It continues from there but I’ll stop here.

I woke up to the wettest pant in the series so far. Volume-wise, empirically, this was the peak. Nocturnal emission of the year, probably.

So. The previous dreams I was watching. Then I was participating but on my knees. Then I was cleaning up. Now I am the one doing the fucking.

I have been moving steadily through the entire list in order, apparently. Like there was a curriculum and I am on track to complete it.

I’m still going with the “too much porn” explanation. It’s holding up fine. Totally fine.