Vivid Dreams

Good Morning!

I have been experiencing the most vivid and surreal dreams to the point I feel compelled to write about them. Some have been completely innocent and sweet and the rest have had me soaking in my own juices. The ones I enjoy the most are where I have explored sides of domination I haven't been able to in real life. Well, at least to that level.

I contribute the formation of last nights dream to the anticipated arrival of a tribute from a long time friend and admirer.

The dream started out with me receiving the envelope full of cash. I counted the money out and it was not the 1k I had I demanded. I was only counting $100. I was pretty peeved and started calling the boy,  who was ironically in the room with me. I told him of his error and he insisted that he had in fact sent 1k but would give me more because he had just been paid. So now I'm re counting the money to see if I had made an error, and my total was coming up to 3k. What an inflation.  So I decide to take the left over cash, from the 1k I was using for my deposit on my new house, and went shopping. I know right. So here I am at the mall of dream land, browsing the Tiffany & Co counter and here my boy is buying each and everything I try on...just in case. I think I walked away with 3 necklaces and a set of earrings that I didn't want. But I took them anyways because I'm just greedy like that. I put my bags in his hands, and took off walking in front of him leading to the next shop. I looked back to see him fumbling with my bags. From the side I could see a few patrons of the shops making fun of his clumsiness. I had to join in on the fun and add to his humiliation by commanding him to tighten up, and not to embarrass me. This is about the time I start getting wet. I hike my skirt up a bit higher showing off more leg and lead on. At the next shop I am trying on different outfits, mostly lingerie. I'm picking out some of the finest stockings and such, and allowing him to choose things he'd like to see me in. I would try them on, not let him see but ask the other men around their opinions of the outfits. It was pure torture for him and ecstasy for me. At this point I'm arranging a date with my real life suitor,  telling him all about the new stuff I just got. I see my boy getting all sorts of frustrated knowing that after all the things he was doing for me he was still going to go home never getting any type of release. As I am leaving to go to my date, my boy tells me how much it means to him to be able to participate in my life. Even if he is being used. And then....

I have a full blown orgasm. Literally.  I woke up in the middle of creaming my bed sheets. It was intense. The wet spot was at least a foot and a half in diameter. I am even getting a little hot just thinking about it. ;)

♡ Mercie