Silent Reverie

A look into the ramblings of an otherwise dull girl.

Sunday, April 03, 2005

Just a dream...

I had a dream last night that I had sex with one of my gay, male friends. It was very disturbing to wake up to, particularly since my boyfriend wanted to have sex before getting out of bed this morning too. It freaked me out that it turned me on...

In the dream, my friend had apparently gone a long time without sex and was admittedly horny. I too was horny because, in the dream, my boyfriend had been out of town on a business trip. Somehow, we decided to "help" each other out with this problem.

It started out with us attempting to kiss (we had to turn off the lights so that we could each fantasize about whatever we needed to get turned on). It was especially difficult for him being that I am a woman... less difficult for me because I wasn't going against my natural instincts.

Anyway, we ended up on my bed with him on top. Again, this was odd for him and he was having difficulty staying erect because he couldn't belive what he was doing. I decided to take matters into my own hands and flipped him over. Things seemed to work better that way because he didn't have to concentrate on what (or who) he was doing and could close his eyes and just enjoy the feeling... and with me on top, he DID start to enjoy it...

Quite honestly, the whole thing was akward but hot... very hot. I even found myself wanting to get on all fours for him doggy-style, thinking that it would be less intimidating. This way, I didn't have to look at him & he could stare at my ass (something I'm sure he's used to looking at during sex). But the problem was, I had to convince him to be the "pitcher" since he is normally the "catcher." And, I had to remind him that there was a vagina there that he could put it in, instead of trying to have anal sex with me. He actually liked that because of the natural lubricant (saved time, I guess).

Anyway, the whole dream was very strange and I have been thinking about it's meaning all day. After waking up, I did end up having sex too which also makes me hornier and doesn't help me to get this dream out of my mind.

I can't help but wonder if this is this just an ego thing. Like, if I ever were to have sex with a gay man, I'd be so determined for him to like it... (because I'm THAT good, of course). Or perhaps I just need to spice up my own sex life a little. I have been feeling a bit deprived lately because my boyfriend's been sick for most of the week.

I think I'll go jump on him now...

Saturday, April 02, 2005

Peace be with you...

Pope John Paul II died today and, though I am not a Catholic, I feel very sad. Despite the fact that I know very little about the man, and despite the fact that I do not share his religion, I have extreme respect and admiration for him. He was truly a man of God and an inspiration to millions of people around the world. His pontificate lasted more than three times longer than any pope who preceeded him, and he exuded peace and love.

I never saw him in person but witnessed a mass on TV in which he spoke what must have been 15 different languages, reaching out to people from all walks of life. If that's not divine inspiration, I don't know what is. The cardinal college now has a truly difficult task ahead of them, as it will be difficult to name a successor to such wonderful and holy man.

Peace be with you John Paul...