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Dream Lesbian
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Dream Lesbian I know some of you have been waiting for this. It might be an anticlimax. I wanted to try to convey how erotic this dream was, but as there was no real action, there is nothing for me to describe. So I will write what I dreamed, but maybe as I write I will fill in the details, and my mind will run away with me a little, but everything I write will based on what I dreamed. It wasn't a dream in which strange, exciting things happen. It was more a situation dream. The history, the knowlege of the background behind the dream jumped fully formed into my mind as I slept. There was a conversation, but it didn't happen in real time, it was just in my memory in the dream. She was like a best friend. She was younger, maybe late twenties or thirty, but I was younger too. (Everyone always is in my dreams, even you. ) Mid height, mid-length hair, mid-sized body shape, nothing remarkable. I don't know what her name was, although obviously I must have known it, but it was never mentioned in the dream. She was a brunette, with a soft, pretty but not particularly striking face, and a gentle smile. And she loved another woman, the red-head, who was called Jane. I didn't understand red-headed Jane. We were friends, sort of, but we never clicked. She was a lesbian after all, so why should we? She mistrusted men I thought, even me, and she was always emotionally distant. But in the dream I was to learn something new about her. In the dream I was with the brunette, and we were talking. As we talked we lay back on the sofa, very close together, and she had her hand on my chest and her<b> head </font></b>on my shoulder. We had always had a very touchy-feely relationship; hugging whenever we met, holding hands, kisses on the cheeks. Her ribs looked sexy as she lay against me in a blue cotton knit top. (I remember it was blue....I have never believed the old myth that we dream in black and white. ) I put my hand on her rib-cage, enjoying the warmth under my palm. "Does Jane mind us being so tactile with each other?" I heard myself asking. "No," said The Brunette in a sort of lazy tone of voice, "actually she quite likes it." "She likes it?" "Yes. I helps her to remember that not all men are hateful. And anyway, she finds it sexy." I didn't say anything. "Do you think you are in love with me?" She went on, as if it was a common thing to ask. Like what time is it, or do you think it's going to rain. "No," I said, incredulously. "Well, maybe a little. I mean, I love you, and you're sexy, but I'm not in love with you in that desperate, can't-take-my-eyes-off-you-for-a-second sort of way." "I'm in love with you," she said. She turned a little and nuzzled her<b> head </font></b>into my neck and shoulder. I felt a tingle run straight from my neck, down my spine and out somewhere near where her hips were pressed against me. Her mouth was buried, so her voice was less distinct, but still it had that slow languid quality. "I like touching you. I wouldn't normally with a man, but you are different. Firm, not soft, but gentler somehow. And your clothes smell good. Jane likes the fact that we are such good friends, she's always asking me about you." I didn't know which was the bigger revelation. "I like touching you too," I responded. It was true. I slipped my arm further around her and pulled her warm body closer. She lifted her<b> head </font></b>and kissed my lips, something I hadn't anticipated ever happening. She was a gorgeous kisser. Soft, insistent, flashes of playful tongue. I couldn't believe it was happening. My<b> head </font></b>was spinning, and I was worried she might be able to feel me getting hard. "Would it be alright if we did this a lot more?" She was asking me. "I don't want to make you uncomfortable, but I can feel you're liking it." She shifted her hips against me and there was half a laugh in her voice, like someone writing "lol" in text. "I'm not changing anything about how I am with Jane, but I want to have you too...." Her voice was beginning to sound a bit husky. "She's already told me it will be okay. She said it was sexy, thinking of me kissing you. She'd like us to be able to be more relaxed when the three of us are together. Just as long as you don't expect her to join in," she added with a laugh. "I'd really like that," I said, realizing how true it was. She kissed me again, deeper this time. Her weight was fully on me and her fingers tips were very gently scratching my nipples through my shirt. "I've often wondered what it would be like.....with a man," she said, and I knew then I was going to be having sex with her. Often. But maybe just not quite yet. |
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I think I already have had actually, lol.
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She would have to change her status from Lesbian to Bi curious to maybe Bi.  
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She would have to change her status from Lesbian to Bi curious to maybe Bi.
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Very true ffiona, thanks for your input. See you again I hope.
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Hi there, that's nice; I always like to get comments from the people who are watching. And thanks for lending your Jane for my dreams....she is gorgeous (But actually, as I dreamt it, Jane was the name of her red-headed lesbian lover. Is that red hair I see in the corner of your picture by the way? ) Lol....
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