Tuesday, April 24, 2012

My first entry into the phase this morning was just as I was transitioning into a dream. I was in a non-descript room, and my ex-wife "Audrey" was laying on the floor against the wall. Lucidity came as she popped a tit out of her shirt and started waving it around at me. Audrey had some great tits and was always a very satisfying fuck, so even as lucidity hit, I was down on her gobbling it down mercilessly. I think somewhere in the back of my mind I was rationalizing that this could serve as a deepening experience before  pursuing my actual POA, but it didn't take long for me to get the feeling that the phase state was becoming very frail. I tried to counter this by jump kicking back and forth against the walls across the room. Unfortunately it was not quite enough, and I woke up.

Sometime after 4 am this morning, my next phase entry was made possible by suddenly becoming aware that I was sort of floating around inside my body. I did a couple of rotation tests and confirmed there was definite movement, so I figured the odds were in my favor, and that if I rolled off of my bed onto the floor, it wouldn't be a physical impact.

I was right. As has happened a few times before, I sensed that I was on the floor on my hands and knees. I could feel the carpet under them, but I had zero vision. Additionally it felt like my left eye was impeded by some sort of blockage. I continued feeling my way along the floor to the bedroom door, and also rubbed my hands together and palpated all along my body.

As I swung open my bedroom door, vision was starting to develop in my right eye. There was a black distorted looking cloud or haze I could see at the bottom of the door as I was crawling out of it. For just a moment I recalled stories of dark apparitions behind doors and things that Nick Newport talks about in his Lucidology emails- but then I reprimanded myself for thinking negatively like this and risking tainting the experience.

As I looked across the hall, I could see the light was on in the encounter room. Still on my hands and knees as I reached the bottom of the door, it opened up—but it was not Sue as I had vividly conjured repeatedly in my mind. Instead, Cora was standing there, and she wanted to know what I wanted. She was dressed in jeans and a shirt and her hair was black instead of blond.

There are moments in dreams where you don't really know what was said, or whether anything was said at all, and this was one of those moments. She retreated as I followed her into the room and closed the door, with only the impression that she was aware of what my purpose was in being there and that I wouldn't take much of her time.

She expressed that she was nervous and worried about getting caught, what other people would think, the consequences of our actions, etc. As I stood face to face with her I was intoxicated by a unique, realistic scent that would only subtly be perceived when standing very close face to face with someone, with each person having their own distinct aroma. I explained that nobody would know as I kissed her gently and seductively. Her lips felt amazing between my own. As has become pretty commonplace in my phase experiences with women, I need only be in face to face proximity to have the sensation of being buried inside of them, and this encounter was only a slight exception.

As we stood there together, I could feel slightly more than the tip of my swollen cock snugly secured in her wet, juicy pussy. It felt phenomenal. I remember withdrawing once for sheer contrast of sensation while I elaborated on my reassurances to Cora further and expressed that even she would not remember what had taken place after I left. She seemed genuinely disappointed by that- to her credit. Following this we just stood there and made out together, once again with the end extremity of my penis wrapped warmly inside her snatch.

I became aware that my next RAMP alarm was about to go off, and I was feeling so amazing that I just wanted to climax with Cora before the opportunity evaporated. Unfortunately, I had no sooner entertained the thought of this happening, when the alarm went off as anticipated and the experience dissipated. I tried to  observe images and resume the experience, but nothing solidified with my efforts.

In retrospect, I realize that once again, even though I felt the imminence of the phase ending, I did not anchor myself to anything (or anyone) in the phase. Perhaps if I had just constricted myself around Cora, I could have jumped right back into finishing what we started.

I'm kind of glad that the experience developed in the way that it did. While I find the prospect of a woman tied up and subject to my own will very erotic, it would be disturbing to me to have any sense that a woman would be in this state of bondage and feel terror or violation in any way. The idea of Cora having these negative thoughts and experiences has been a challenge to my ideas for controlling her delays to pursuing my phase POA. I will probably still focus on the bondage angle, but whether Cora's representation in the phase is mind-created or not, I know I will be pretty sensitive to the emotions and feedback I get from her in this state and evaluate whether I will continue with it or come up with an alternate plan.

Finally, I guess there really is a silver lining to the disappointment of not seeing my sexual engagement with Cora come to fruition- the sock had slipped off of my quivering unit and if we had progressed to orgasm, I would have spunked all over my underwear...

But maybe that would have been a small price to pay to play in the phase.

Sunday, April 22, 2012

I took a pretty good nap Sunday afternoon, and I had hoped to finally be able to see the contrast of aspects of my phase POA when it is daylight as opposed to dark- but I still have not been able to become lucid during daylight hours.

I think I just became lucid in a dream on Monday morning and was determined to make a better experience of it. I started going across the hall to the encounter room as I rubbed my hands together briskly and also started to palpate my different body parts. Sue opened the door, and I think she was dressed, so once again I started to try deepening by exploring this and making a focused effort on peering in conjunction with feeling.

Cora walked straight up to me this time and basically gave me the impression that she wasn't going to wait, and I needed to get things started right then. It always starts with a deep, wet, kiss, and when things aren't deepened enough, there is no telling where it will go from there.

Sue left the door open, and I could see and hear people outside the room, and I didn't think much of it, which is an immediate indication that I was starting to lose lucidity. I did eventually get to the boning with Cora, and while I was pumping her pink, there was a moment where I still remember admiring the sexy pale white fleshy globes of her ass bouncing against my abdomen. It was hot, but kind of frustrating because of the sense that much more was required to achieve a high-level of pleasure from the encounter—probably from spending my payload on my in-phase mother-in-law the morning previous.

Despite the appeal of it all, things started spiraling out of control- one moment I was banging it to Cora, and the next it was "Let's Make a Deal" with Cora pawning me off to one of her dark-haired friends that I've never seen in real life. The last thing I remember was walking around with my prick buried inside this girl while doing some incredible balancing act as she jutted out suspended in front of me like a brontosaurus pool toy.

There may as well have been a cocktail party going on at that point, because I was surrounded by people in the room, and one of them which I sensed was this girl's Dad basically convinced me that I was going to retract my member from her immediately and go about my business. I was so far consumed by my unconscious dream at that point, that I felt I had no choice- and that's the last thing I remember.

Damn it Sue!  Couldn't you have just closed the door like you were supposed to???! (That would have helped).

Cora is getting pretty aggressive in the phase and also pretty good at disrupting my plans and methods. In mulling this over, I think I'm going to have Sue make sure she is tied up to the ceiling with her hands over her head, blindfolded, and possibly gagged. At least that way I might be able to take the few moments to palpate and peer her body as I have intended to all along. Plus it sounds kind of sexy...

Saturday, April 21, 2012

Too much time has passed to be thorough in my treatment of this phase experience beginning Saturday night, so I won't pretend that it is something it's not.

All I remember is that I became lucid enough to remember my POA. I went across to the encounter room where Sue opened the door, but it was too dim to see if she was naked like she was supposed to be or not. I think I tried starting to palpate her to make this determination.

I believe I also tried to palpate and peer Cora, but something just wasn't deep enough, and things just got out of control. Cora was being obstinate and I started succumbing to the dream agenda so much that I felt I couldn't rein her back in. Before long, the encounter room looked more like a cafeteria and at the far back I spotted my mother-in-law. I have always been curious what it would be like to fuck her, and since I wanted to come despite Cora's stubbornness, I pursued my curiosity.

It doesn't take long in the phase to shuck off a pair of slacks, bend a woman over and stuff her pussy. It was a little tough reaching orgasm though. One thing that always happens to me is that my DC women aren't deep enough, so the sensation of penetration is sort of limited by the flesh barrier that the tip of my cock hits as I'm thrusting. I don't know why that is- I should be able to mandate as much depth to a twat that I want.

After some substantial phase-work with no phase-specific pleasure sensations, I finally felt myself physically and pleasurably explode into the sock I had banded around my balls, and sheathing my dick. It doesn't wake me up for some reason, so I guess my afterglow was just being absorbed into the dream.