Wake up call

When I woke, She was knelt over me, straddling my head, pinning me to the bed.
She ground Her

Dream party

Just in case you weren’t with me the other day, Inattentive Reader, I’ve had several thematically linked dreams recently, which may give you some indication of what’s on my mind just now …

Dream #2

My Wife and I were going to a party. It wasn’t to be hosted by anyone we knew, and I think attendance must have been strictly by invitation. We were accompanied by

Sweet dreams

It is a common assertion that our dreams are rooted in our day to day lives : the things that are a the forefront of our waking minds are also at the forefront of our sleeping minds. There’s been a common theme to several of my dreams in the last week or two: can you guess what might be on my mind, Perceptive Reader?

Dream #1

Somehow, my Wife and I were at a sex expo. (Obviously this

And Stephen Spielberg’s assistant said …

A couple I know are both actors. Let’s call them James and Joanna. This one is about them. And Stephen Spielberg.

Dream #3

I was going to be staying with James and Joanna for a few days. James showed me to their spare room where I would be sleeping, – a small dark room with a single bed, and dominated by a large, old, mahogany wardrobe.  I was told to make myself at home and come downstairs when I was settled. I enquired about the wardrobe, but was told firmly it was nothing of interest.

When James had departed, my curiosity was peaked and

Back for more

Everyone’s is familiar with the concept of the recurring nightmare, but if my mind is anything like normal (whatever that is) I think it’s fair to say that most dreams are unique, even if they cover similar territory. And that’s just as true of sex dreams as any other genre. So I was a little surprised this morning to wake from a dream which I’ve visited before. Or rather wake from a dream about a sex shop I’ve visited before. To be precise, a dream about

Client approval

Last night I dreamed that a client confronted me in his flat wearing

Expect the unexpected

The dream was just the start. A catalyst, if you like. What followed was profound, on several fronts. In my dream I walked down to a colleagues hotel room, and after I’d declined his invitation to enjoy the attentions of the two escorts he’d engaged, he tipped them generously and they left, giggling like the innocent teenagers they had once been. We then walked out into the hotel grounds where we found my Wife. Her business had concluded for the weekend, so She and I headed for our room to pack our bags. As we walked through the lobby, we bumped into one of the escorts, who cheerily invited us to the fetish party in one of the hotel’s suites. I accepted the invitation, and assured my Wife it would be fun, though She looked a little unsure, and we went to get changed. I pulled out my