By Piper Sloane
Have you ever had a dream about someone that was so vivid you could practically feel their breath in the dip of your neck, or the tips of their fingers gripping the valleys of your waist? Yeah, me too.
Lucid sex dreams are highly realistic, although rare to have, and can even end up with you physically orgasming. I’m one of those people that has to create scenarios in their head before they go to sleep in order to actually doze off, and sometimes I can’t control what pops into my mind.
Back in February, I started talking to this guy — we’ll call him Noah — that I’ve known for most of my life, and right now we’re trying out this whole “taking it slow, long-distance” thing. Really, we’ve been friends for about a decade and always had that tension, but never acted on it. So, we decided why not see what could happen?
Last week, I woke up panting. As a disclaimer, I’m a lucid dreamer anyways. Nightmares shake me to the core and the sweetest of dreams leave my skin buzzing, but this was different. Now I’ll admit, I’ve had erotic dreams before where someone I had a crush on as a teenager or a dime piece of a celebrity, usually, Machine Gun Kelly, met me on the street and took me back to their place to do the nasty (yes, I know: unrealistic, but hey, a girl can dream.) However, the biggest difference between those dreams and this one is the fact that it’s definitely going to happen.
My favorite part about ‘dating’ or ‘seeing’ someone is The Build-Up. The pandemic has robbed me of this for over a year, so, I’ve had to find my own ways of creating it. The Build-Up is that undeniable sexual tension between two people, where you’re slyly teasing each other, just waiting for that moment where you give in to the attraction, and can feel every inch of their skin against yours. That magnetic electricity between the two of you is, ugh, euphoric.
Every cell in my body was intoxicated with the way I could feel his hands on me while dreaming. I could sense my cheeks beginning to flush as his espresso eyes descended every curvature of my features, lips pursed, blood warmed from alcohol. We were standing in a bar, surrounded by familiar faces and loud music, but we were watching each other. I walked over to him, standing on my tip-toes to whisper lowly in his ears. Words I can’t remember, but their boldness shocked me.
In the bedroom, I like to be in control, and this imaginative state was no different. Before I had the time to pull my lips from his ears, his arm was around my waist and we were out of sight. You know, how in the movies the two drunken lovers jump from the bar scene to busting through the front door of the apartment, stumbling, pulling off layers of clothes? That’s what happened. My fingers were tangled in the back of his hair, tugging just a little. His teeth were gently nipping at my collarbones, and before I knew it the mattress was below me. The air was hot and sticky, I couldn’t catch my breath and I didn’t want to. Hands were tugging and pushing, tongues licking and tasting every inch of bare skin. My head was dizzy with anticipation, my body arching, then my alarm went off.
My eyes flew open, and it took me a minute to register where I was. I let myself lie there for a moment beneath the covers to process how real all of that just felt, and then I gave myself another moment to chew on the fact that I could very well make it happen.
Sex dreams give us the opportunity to explore new parts of ourselves and visualize our ideal sexual experience. Plus, the amount of Build-Up mine has had on this friendship/flirtationship/relationship — whatever the hell I’m doing — is just an added bonus.
