I am freakishly private about masturbating. It is actually really really hard for me to masturbate with anyone watching. If I want to masturbate in the middle of the night I will usually leave the bed I am sharing with my lover, go to another room, get off, then come back to bed. I don’t know why I do it… I just do. Sometimes I can’t make myself get off if someone is watching. I freeze up and just get the giggles and feel stupid and silly.

So the dream I woke up to in Killarney involved masturbating. As I am getting older and I have more sexual experience I am starting to do more with my masturbating. In my dream I was on the floor in the living room of a two story house. I had a vibrating dildo in my ass and a normal silicone dildo in my cunt. (I think because I’m very realistic in how I dream/fantasize and these are the implements I own…) I also had clothespins all over my breasts. This is a very common theme in my masturbating. Well, actually I go through phases with the clothespins. Sometimes I won’t use them for months and then I will use them every time I wank for six months. It is odd. I was alternating between manipulating the dildo in my cunt or in my ass. When I could feel my orgasm getting close I sat down hard on both dildos and started using my Hitachi on my clit. Oh, I hadn’t mentioned that the clothespins were actually tied individually to a string that was leading off to something or other furniture like. When I leaned back, they pulled and hurt just a little bit more. I was soooooo close…. Almost there….. ahhhhhhhhhhhhh…..

Then I heard a car pull up in front. I freaked out and fell backwards, yanking the clothespins off. It was difficult to stifle my shriek. I knew that a specific person would be arriving, but I thought I had more time. (This is a very specific person. Many of you know the person though, so I am not going to freaking tell you who. Maybe someday he will know how he features in my dreams. I need to have a first date with him first.) I jumped up and pulled the dildos out and grabbed the clothespins and Hitachi and RAN upstairs. I hid all of the implements under the bed and tried frantically to pull my clothes on. As I was getting dressed I hopped into the bathroom and slammed the door. I figured that I could buy myself the extra two or three minutes to get dressed if I camouflaged myself with a flush. Yes. I had this thought process in my dream. (Dude, I am so digging the 5-htp. Everyone should take it. Hell yeah.)

I came out a minute or two later and faked surprise that he had arrived home. I gave him a hug and a kiss. He asked me why I seemed flustered. Uhmm….. no reason….

Yeah. He didn’t believe me. He decided to encourage me to tell him what I was hiding. He pushed against my chest and I squeaked and jumped back. He wanted to know why. Uhmmmmmmmm nothing……… (I didn’t want to tell him that my breasts were sore because I had just accidentally pulled a damn zipper off of myself!!!!! How silly is that?!) He started playing with them through my shirt and told me that I had to tell him. As soon as he said I had to… well… I had to… He is that kind of toppy boy and that is just how it is. So I blushed and pushed my face into his chest and told him what I had been doing. He laughed at me!!!! He pulled on my hair and forced my face back so that he could look at me. He said that he wanted to see me do it. OHMYGODNOOOOOOOOOO I about died. I begged and pleaded to not have to do it. He pulled me upstairs and told me to fetch all the stuff. (I went and cleaned off the dildos cause I had just tossed them wrapped in a towel under the bed. What, you don’t masturbate with a towel under your dildos? Sheesh. I guess some people don’t need to use lube when they fuck themselves up the ass.) He watched me do it and kept idly chuckling at my extreme embarrassment. He had me set everything up. Then when I started taking my clothes off I shut my eyes. He told me that I had to keep them open. When my clothes were off I kneeled down over the towel again. I put the clothespins on first—he didn’t want me to tie them off to the furniture this time, for some reason they were more tender this time… Then I put the dildo in my cunt. Then I leaned forward and slid the dildo into my ass. It went in so much easier this time. When I had everything in place I looked up at him. He is so tall… my neck was strained in order to meet his gaze. He told me to move on the dildos. He watched me for a few minutes. Then he started taking his clothes off. Now it was getting more interesting! He finished taking his pants off and I got to see his wonderful cock hard and wanting me. Ok, now I am more interested in moving on the dildos. I pulled the Hitachi over and put it on my clit. He walked up to me and slapped me in the face with his cock a few times. It doesn’t hurt, but it is some kind of demeaning/putting me in my place that just really makes me wet.

I asked him if I may please be allowed to suck his cock. Sucking his cock gives me pleasure, so I have to ask before I am allowed to do it. It would be presumptuous otherwise. He gave me permission and I quite happily moved my mouth on him. After a few minutes of allowing me to choose the rhythm he started actively fucking my mouth. It felt soooo good. I pulled back and managed to squeak out, “please.” He told me no. He kept fucking my mouth. I wanted to come so bad. I stopped moving on the dildos and took the Hitachi away in order to maintain some control. It was still hard. He was using my body and wanted me to not come from it?! What a silly idea.

He decided he was done with my mouth and stepped back. I looked up at him, I’m sure he saw pleading in my eyes. When he has told me no I am not allowed to ask again until he tells me that I am allowed to come. He asked me where I would like his cock. I told him I wanted him anywhere. I want his cock inside me and any part of me that might please him will please me as well. He sat back on a large comfy chair and told me to come ride him. I let both dildos fall out of me because I knew trying to keep one in would be a total irritation. I kneeled over his lap and put his cock into my cunt. It felt really good and I leaned back, bracing my arms on his knees and enjoyed all the sensations. He started pulling lightly on the clothespins. Sometimes that made me want to jump forward. He told me that I had to stay back and keep moving. It was very difficult. He started removing the clips. I looked at him and tried to communicate with my eyes just how much I wanted to come RIGHT NOW. He grinned and removed another clip. He removed them all like this (there were about thirty. Yes, I’m a greedy slut.) and I had started shutting down the orgasm process because if I try too hard to keep myself from coming, then my body stops wanting to. He could tell I was getting to this point because I stop reacting. He pulled me towards him for balance and them leaned forward and we moved to the floor. The change in position made my whimpering start anew. God I wanted to come. He leaned close to my ear and told me, “I want you to come.” Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh god that was an amazing orgasm. (I can actually come in my sleep. They are really awesome.) He kept fucking me. I started begging again and he told me yes and yes and yes. It was really good.

Then he pulled out of me and pulled me up till I was kneeling next to the couch leaning over the seat of it. He put his cock right at the ring of my ass and started pushing in slowly. This has gotten easier for me, but still isn’t easy. I breathed deeply and slowly. Apparently the dildo had uhm… warmed me up because he slid in like a knife through warm butter. God it felt good. He started using my ass harder and harder and…..

The fucking phone rang.

And I had to go downstairs and deal with the phone bill situation.

Just typing this up has made me really fucking horny again. I really really really really hope he asks me out on a date. I can’t tell him that I’ve been having dreams about him for a long time… that would be creepy. He has featured numerous times over the years in my dreams. And if you think this dream was hot, imagine what the other one was like… that one was even more graphic. And I’m not going to tell anyone about it. (Mostly because by the time I get home I will have forgotten and I’m unwilling to type it up now. Heh.)