Dream Thief

I miss my dreams. I usually have these intensely epic dreams. Full of fun off the wall sexual scenarios. These dreams are so real feeling that they ultimately feel like actual experiences for me. Dreaming is my top stress reliever next to porn and masturbation. So, now that those dreams have stopped ... I feel like I'm at a loss. As if I am literally missing out on these real experiences.

Missing out on being touched. Missing out on getting fucked. It all being at the will of my own mind, yet without a conscious decision on who or what it is touching and fucking me. That's probably one of my favorite parts, waking up thinking 'holy fuck did I just dream that' and knowing that some side of me created that intense, and usually bizarre, inner movie.

I am left high and dry. Wanting to suck a cock that melts into my mouth and caressing the tits of the Statue of Liberty. Wanting to relive the intimacy of a past encounter or live one that has never happened. Wanting to wake up feeling relieved and refreshed!

Even the smallest dream would help. Feeling like you just lay your head down on the pillow, close your eyes, roll around a bit, and then it's morning is no kind of real rest. I don't know what to do to help them come back. I just know I really really want them back.