“You can’t go swimming with that,” she said, and with a subtle nod of her head she indicated my erection. I looked down and realised that I wasn’t wearing any pants.
“That’s funny,” I thought, “I don’t remember taking them off. How embarrassing?”
Tabatha came over to the bed, where I was sitting up with my legs extended down the bed. She roughly pushed me back, so that I was lying down. Then she went to the foot of the bed and pulled me by the ankles until my knees were over the end of the bed and my feet dropped to the floor. She pushed my knees apart and knelt down between them, grabbing hold of my feet again.
“No, this is wrong,” I was saying. My heart was pounding and I was afraid of what she was going to do next. I couldn’t look. I looked at the ceiling above my bed.
Then I felt the warm wetness creeping over my cock. It was the same pleasurable feeling as before. But this time it was my cock that felt the wetness, not my finger. I looked down and Tabatha was sucking my cock. It felt so good. I was writhing in ecstasy but Tabatha was holding my feet to keep me in place.
“No! No, Tabatha! This is wrong!”
Suddenly I woke up. I think I woke myself by calling out in my sleep.
It was daylight. I was staring at the ceiling above my bed, just like in the dream. My heart was pounding with excitement and I had a boner ready to explode, just like in the dream. And there was someone holding my feet!
I sat bolt upright in alarm and looked to the foot of the bed, half expecting to see Tabatha in her white bikini. She wasn’t there. No one was there. The tingling in my feet from poor circulation slowly dissipated. My cock strained and my balls ached. I threw my head back against the pillow and shut my eyes. I tried to go back to sleep, back into that dream, for Tabatha to hold my feet and suck my cock and finish what she started. But it was no good.
The Lord giveth, and the Lord taketh away.
While I lay there in an agony of sexual frustration, I idly put my finger in my mouth, to feel what the inside of my mouth felt like. Again, I sat bolt upright in alarm. The warm wet lining of my cheek felt exactly like Tabatha’s pussy from my previous dream. I was trying to recreate the feeling of my cock in her mouth, and instead I recreated the feeling of my finger in her pussy. It was astonishing.
It was not until some time later that I came to realise how accurate my dreams had been. When I finger a wet pussy these days, it feels no different from my dream of years ago. And when a woman suck’s my cock, I am reminded of my first unfinished blow job from my sister. At that time I had no actual sexual experience. Not even a kiss. Yet my subconscious mind knew what a pussy felt like, knew what a blow job felt like – before I ever felt them. It is the most incredible thing. Clearly sex is instinctive and we are hard wired to know what to expect. My dreams of Tabatha proved that to me.
For all my innate knowledge of sex through my dreams, my waking self was still a virgin. I had not even experienced a waking orgasm. I did not know how to bring myself to orgasm by masturbating.
But all that was about to change.
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