In my dreams

It’s been 4 months since my boyfriend and I broke up, it was a painful split and I sometimes still feel sad about it, but I’m getting better. I haven’t had a date since then, much less got laid or anything of the sort. I do not feel ready to go out looking for new prospects as of now, but my subconscious seemed to not care about what I wanted or didn’t want…

I have been going out with my friends, all of them bring their dates and I am the only lonely one. It does make me feel a bit diminished sometimes, but I try not to let it bother me. I am kind of a dreamer and a hopeless romantic, and sometimes I do daydream a lot about having an ideal partner, unlike the semi-toxic relationship I just got out from 4 months ago, which lasted for a little over a year.

A few nights ago, I dreamed that I was going on a date with a man, a man I do not know, who was very handsome. I was actually pretty nervous in the dream, not sure of knowing what to wear or what to say in the date. I never knew what happened because I woke up before the dream had been concluded, but I woke up thinking about it. It was pretty real.

I forgot about it not long after, but I had another dream that made me remember it, because it was sort of like the continuation of the first date dream. I was in a fancy restaurant with the handsome man, having a fine dinner while talking under the light of a expensive looking candelabra, surrounded by plants and very elaborate, expensive decoration. It was a restaurant I had never seen before. Not like I can allow myself to go to such expensive restaurants.

The man was a truly gentleman. I don’t know if he told me his name or not in the dream, but I can’t remember it. He looks like an Alex or a Matt though. Anyway, the mystery dream man had short brown hair, dark blue eyed, slight stubble, a good built and a cute smile. He was dreamy looking and acting, because he was a real gentleman. After our dinner, we got into his car to go back home, but I woke up in that moment.

After waking up I was a bit scared that my dream had a continuation, but it was also nice. It was good to have a date that dreamy, even if only on dreams. I told my friends and they said that I was probably lonely and horny, and that I should probably look for a real man instead of pursuing a dream man. I was starting to feel comfortable with the idea of looking for a new boyfriend, but at the same time I was curious of my dream man. I couldn’t stop wondering when was my dream going to continue.

And soon enough, it did. One particular night, when I felt super exhausted from work, I fell asleep right after getting home, by just touching my bed. I didn’t even take off my work clothes. This dream was shorter than the others but time sure flies by when you’re dreaming. We were in the car, just after our date, and he was showing me his CD collection that he takes with him in his car. We had pretty similar music tastes, and it was a fun little ride while playing these albums. It was almost like one of these movie scenes of an after date in a teen love movie. It was cheesy but made me feel warm inside.

Before long, I woke up. It felt like just a bit of time had passed, but it was already daytime. It was my day off so I just cleaned my house a little and baked a cake to occupy myself. Throughout the day, I kept thinking of my dream man and wondering what would happen in the next dream chapter of my date. I was itching to know by now, and so I decided to take a nap in the middle of the day.

However, I dreamed nothing. I woke up one hour later kind of disappointed, because I had no dream. But then I sat up and thought; “what am I doing?” Just falling asleep to wait for some fictional man to come to me in my dreams and take me out on a date? Why didn’t I just go out to find a new date that was real? I had decided that on the weekend I would go out with my friends clubbing to find a date; I needed real satisfaction.

I continued on with my house chores that day until nighttime, where I watched a movie until I fell asleep. I wanted to watch a horror movie so I would probably have an unpleasant dream instead of dreaming of my dreamy date, but it did not work. That night, my date on dreams was resumed.

The car ride was over and we had reached his house, a house I had never seen in person during my life. It was a nice bachelor pad, I felt comfortable in it. After a few wine glasses, we were tipsy enough to start with the kissing and the touching, and he took control of my body like a pro. After undressing me swiftly, he began to finger me on the couch and I got wet; it was so good and surreal that I may have gotten wet in real life.

He stood up before me and got naked, and I spread my legs on his black sofa to let him enter me. He grabbed my body firmly with his strong hands, and slowly slid his cock into me, thrusting me softly as I moaned. Then he began to kiss me, and started to fuck me faster and harder, until he pulled out and I let out a big gush of my vaginal juices. He went right back in, and continued to thrust into me harder.

He fucked me for at least 15 minutes in dream time, then pulled out and let out his load over my wet pussy, then got down to kiss me while his cock still spasmed and let out the last drops of cum. He stood up before me and I began to suck his cock while toying with my pussy, then I woke up.

It was already day time, and I was a wet mess in my bed. Turns out I had really squirted while in my dreams, maybe I even fingered myself. That was a wonderful dream, but I decided I needed to go out and find a real dreamy man to fuck me like that.