Welcome to my blog! I am happy to be able to have a place where I can really describe the details and sensations of my sexual encounters in the phase.
Please be aware that while I am happy to share these experiences with the public, I am primarily composing this blog for myself, in the way I want to. You will find that I may describe things pornographically, use profanity, or graphically articulate events. If anyone finds these elements offensive, please read no further.
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Wednesday, January 31, 2035
Tuesday, January 30, 2035
Overview of My Current Phase Plan of Action and Players Involved
Names in this blog have been changed to protect the insatiable and the purposely oblivious.
Women represented in the phase and number on my phase Plan of Action (POA):
Bonus encounters:
9. Melissa
10. Sissy
11. Haley
I have designated a room across my hall as my encounter room, so when I separate or become lucid in a dream, I open my bedroom door and immediately start to make my way across the hall. I should not have to open my door, because a 12th woman represented in the phase, Sue, is supposed to open the door and let me in. She is also supposed to be naked and be responsible for bringing in each dream character (DC) woman. Finally, she is supposed to help me stay lucid by running her hands and mouth over my body while I am in each encounter, lusting for her own opportunity to one day be number 12, and expressing this enviousness to each woman I am servicing. We're still working on those details.
Anyway, I'm supposed to focus on palpating and peering once I am in the room, and I keep telling myself that I will do this by becoming intimately acquainted with the woman's body that I am involved with at the moment— but things escalate quickly and deepening of the phase regretfully gets glazed over, resulting in a less-than-perfect result.
Optimally, I would like to get to a point where I can systematically have sex with each woman on this list, and experience it in a hyper-realistic way. I am interested in whether in a properly maintained string of sexual phase encounters, I can experience multiple orgasms—and whether those multiple orgasms are only manifested in the phase, or whether multiple physical ejaculations are also possible. Posts on forums I have read from recently indicate that it is not likely for men to have a physical orgasm as a result of a phase experience. This is not a problem for me, so I want to find out how far it goes. Pretty simple, but quite motivating for me to experiment with the phase!
Women represented in the phase and number on my phase Plan of Action (POA):
- Cora
- Amanda
- Darlene
- Jenny
- Carla
- Casey
- Raquel
- Lena
Bonus encounters:
9. Melissa
10. Sissy
11. Haley
I have designated a room across my hall as my encounter room, so when I separate or become lucid in a dream, I open my bedroom door and immediately start to make my way across the hall. I should not have to open my door, because a 12th woman represented in the phase, Sue, is supposed to open the door and let me in. She is also supposed to be naked and be responsible for bringing in each dream character (DC) woman. Finally, she is supposed to help me stay lucid by running her hands and mouth over my body while I am in each encounter, lusting for her own opportunity to one day be number 12, and expressing this enviousness to each woman I am servicing. We're still working on those details.
Anyway, I'm supposed to focus on palpating and peering once I am in the room, and I keep telling myself that I will do this by becoming intimately acquainted with the woman's body that I am involved with at the moment— but things escalate quickly and deepening of the phase regretfully gets glazed over, resulting in a less-than-perfect result.
Optimally, I would like to get to a point where I can systematically have sex with each woman on this list, and experience it in a hyper-realistic way. I am interested in whether in a properly maintained string of sexual phase encounters, I can experience multiple orgasms—and whether those multiple orgasms are only manifested in the phase, or whether multiple physical ejaculations are also possible. Posts on forums I have read from recently indicate that it is not likely for men to have a physical orgasm as a result of a phase experience. This is not a problem for me, so I want to find out how far it goes. Pretty simple, but quite motivating for me to experiment with the phase!
Thursday, May 3, 2012
The Hostess Showed Up, But No Guests
Last night and the earliest parts of this morning I had no LDs or separations. I have continued trying the SSILD technique and am still on the fence about its effectiveness.
It was after 8 am today that I decided to lay on my stomach to try to go back to sleep, and it was while in this state that I came to awareness that there was a prominent ringing sound, vibrations in my back, and that hazy floating feeling that generally accompanies the closest approximation I usually have to a separation.
I rolled out and onto the floor, but something happened to where my orientation switched suddenly and instead of facing up toward the ceiling, I was facing down, or vice versa. It made me concerned that I would get booted from the phase, so I began palpating everything in sight like mad.
I'm not sure how I got on the other side of the house, but I worked my way out of the kitchen into the livingroom and started palpating different knicknacks that don't exist in real life on shelves that didn't exist either.
Eventually I made my way down the hall and Sue opened the door as expected. She was not naked as expected, and worse yet, the bed was empty and there was nobody in the room BUT Sue. My latest plan had been that Cora would have her wrists strung up tied to the ceiling and be blindfolded and gagged. I additionally modified that Melissa would have her wrists strung and tied to the top of the bed and be blindfolded and gagged.
The main purpose for setting this expectation was so I could have control over the DC women not wandering off or delaying me in my POA, and also so they did not distract me with dream dialog or get me engaged in sex before I had sufficiently deepened. What a letdown that neither were present!
Of course I turned my attention to Sue, but I think I was starting to lose lucidity despite taking definite actions to deepen. I don't remember how or if her clothes came off, but I assume they did. I do remember at one point that she knelt in front of me and sucked my cock, but there was a frustrating lack of sensation.
I tried to take control of things by picking her up and bending her over the side of the bed. I was looking at her ass, but I also recall there being the sight of thick brown hair in proximity to her netherparts- not curly pubes like you might expect, but tousled straight hair that you would find on someone's head in a short-cut hairstyle.
As I proceeded to drill her pussy, she started asking me if I was going fuck her in the ass. I got drawn into the damn conversation and told her that I had not planned on doing that, that I was just trying to pump her pussy, but if she wanted me to probe that hole, I had nothing against it.
Being buried inside Sue was kind of strange feeling. If I had to try to describe it, it would be kind of like pounding the hole of a balloon filled with meat- it had the sensation of being inside something stretchy and rubbery, but there wasn't nearly enough wetness and an aggravating lack of skin-quality contact.
I don't recall how I lost the phase but I am pretty sure I woke up. I forgot to grasp Sue or some other object from the phase in order to keep myself anchored there. I did not experience any further phase entry experiences before I finally got up for the day at about 11:30 am.
It was after 8 am today that I decided to lay on my stomach to try to go back to sleep, and it was while in this state that I came to awareness that there was a prominent ringing sound, vibrations in my back, and that hazy floating feeling that generally accompanies the closest approximation I usually have to a separation.
I rolled out and onto the floor, but something happened to where my orientation switched suddenly and instead of facing up toward the ceiling, I was facing down, or vice versa. It made me concerned that I would get booted from the phase, so I began palpating everything in sight like mad.
I'm not sure how I got on the other side of the house, but I worked my way out of the kitchen into the livingroom and started palpating different knicknacks that don't exist in real life on shelves that didn't exist either.
Eventually I made my way down the hall and Sue opened the door as expected. She was not naked as expected, and worse yet, the bed was empty and there was nobody in the room BUT Sue. My latest plan had been that Cora would have her wrists strung up tied to the ceiling and be blindfolded and gagged. I additionally modified that Melissa would have her wrists strung and tied to the top of the bed and be blindfolded and gagged.
The main purpose for setting this expectation was so I could have control over the DC women not wandering off or delaying me in my POA, and also so they did not distract me with dream dialog or get me engaged in sex before I had sufficiently deepened. What a letdown that neither were present!
Of course I turned my attention to Sue, but I think I was starting to lose lucidity despite taking definite actions to deepen. I don't remember how or if her clothes came off, but I assume they did. I do remember at one point that she knelt in front of me and sucked my cock, but there was a frustrating lack of sensation.
I tried to take control of things by picking her up and bending her over the side of the bed. I was looking at her ass, but I also recall there being the sight of thick brown hair in proximity to her netherparts- not curly pubes like you might expect, but tousled straight hair that you would find on someone's head in a short-cut hairstyle.
As I proceeded to drill her pussy, she started asking me if I was going fuck her in the ass. I got drawn into the damn conversation and told her that I had not planned on doing that, that I was just trying to pump her pussy, but if she wanted me to probe that hole, I had nothing against it.
Being buried inside Sue was kind of strange feeling. If I had to try to describe it, it would be kind of like pounding the hole of a balloon filled with meat- it had the sensation of being inside something stretchy and rubbery, but there wasn't nearly enough wetness and an aggravating lack of skin-quality contact.
I don't recall how I lost the phase but I am pretty sure I woke up. I forgot to grasp Sue or some other object from the phase in order to keep myself anchored there. I did not experience any further phase entry experiences before I finally got up for the day at about 11:30 am.
Wednesday, May 2, 2012
Just a Phase I'm Going Through?
Last night was my first attempt at a new technique for entering the phase. I would have to say that the results up to this point are positive- because there were definite opportunities for entering the phase, I was just too wrapped up in the dream or intent on sex to recognize that phase entry was supposed to be my primary goal.
I woke up later than I had hoped this morning- about 4 am. After cycling through SSID techniques last night, I realized how relaxing they were and how much it might be beneficial to try getting to sleep using them again. Unfortunately there were some distractions. My kids were up getting ready for school, and my wife kept jolting around and touching me. I was really wondering whether I would ever get to sleep before my alarm went off at 5 am.
I next became aware that I was positioned stomach-down straddling something. I had the sense that I was incredibly horny because the next thing I knew I was rubbing myself up and down what felt like it could be the corner of the mattress. As I proceeded with this, I think my mind started filling in blanks and was aware that I was in bed, and the most logical person accessible for sex was my wife. What seemed to be the corner of the bed before gradually started to transform into my wife.
The prospect of poking a pussy and getting my rocks off was clearly what was driving me, as I began to notice the transformation and how with each new stroke it felt more like I was penetrating the warm depths of a woman. Eventually, my wife woke up in the dream and was consenting to continuing the encounter. I think I went to the bathroom first, and when I came back she was ready on the bed.
We were fucking in a pretty strange position that I can't really describe. All I know is that her ass was straight up in the air in front of me and I was probing her cunt while standing up over her. It was near this point that I noticed my wife turned into my ex-wife, and that while I was pumping her pussy, there was a mirror that was propped in front of me on the bed where I could see myself piston in and out of her slot.
In addition to this, the spectacle was so graphic that I could see inside her twat in detail. Were those her tonsils I saw? She grinned mischievously and attempted to reminisce about how she had put the mirror there because she thought it might be fun for me to be reminded of some movie or experience we had enjoyed together at some point in the past (in reality, this never happened).
It was not long after this that my mind went back to the short amount of time that I knew I had, yet it never really recognized that I was already on the doorstep of a phase. I also became preoccupied with the idea that the sexual encounter was about to end. Somehow it did, though I don't remember whether I thought I woke up somehow, the scene in front of me just changed, or something else happened—but I was no longer doing the nasty in my bedroom.
As I wandered about my dream, there was one point where I was laying down in a bean bag chair or something, either trying to fall asleep, or faking falling asleep. Somehow Cora was sitting positioned above me talking to someone as she waved her foot back and forth. The wagging foot eventually rested between my balls and asshole and continued its gyrations. I knew that in the current state of things in real life, Cora would never do this, so I definitely started faking being asleep as I reveled in the sensation of her foot arousing my underparts. She continued doing this without any sense of anything inappropriate or undesirable.
The next thing I remember, I was trying to go home. I turned down a road that in the dream I sensed would lead there, but the road was covered with thick, wet, unformed concrete (in reality, I have no idea what this road was). There were some men working on this street that are people I know in real life. One of them showed me to the road where I needed to turn around, go back down the main street, then turn left at the sign that said "Ohio 11".
As I was heading back to the main street, I had the inner-knowledge that I could wow the masses by doing bionic jumps. I proceeded to jump from the front of a business to the branch of a tree. This did not quite work as I had planned at first, but on the next attempt it worked flawlessly. I grinned as I sensed someone on the ground looking up at me incredulously. From the tree, I next made a super-bound from the branch to reach my car across the street. I launched myself very high into the air. In one moment I realized I was going to completely overshoot my car and land on the next building, and in the next moment I became concerned that it HAD to be 5 am by now, and I knew my wife needed to get to work early today.
I woke up at exactly 5 am, about 30 seconds before the alarm went off. I am beside myself wondering how I could be so clueless about entering the phase and pursuing my own intended plan of action when there were so many triggers and cues present. Let's recap them...
I woke up later than I had hoped this morning- about 4 am. After cycling through SSID techniques last night, I realized how relaxing they were and how much it might be beneficial to try getting to sleep using them again. Unfortunately there were some distractions. My kids were up getting ready for school, and my wife kept jolting around and touching me. I was really wondering whether I would ever get to sleep before my alarm went off at 5 am.
I next became aware that I was positioned stomach-down straddling something. I had the sense that I was incredibly horny because the next thing I knew I was rubbing myself up and down what felt like it could be the corner of the mattress. As I proceeded with this, I think my mind started filling in blanks and was aware that I was in bed, and the most logical person accessible for sex was my wife. What seemed to be the corner of the bed before gradually started to transform into my wife.
The prospect of poking a pussy and getting my rocks off was clearly what was driving me, as I began to notice the transformation and how with each new stroke it felt more like I was penetrating the warm depths of a woman. Eventually, my wife woke up in the dream and was consenting to continuing the encounter. I think I went to the bathroom first, and when I came back she was ready on the bed.
We were fucking in a pretty strange position that I can't really describe. All I know is that her ass was straight up in the air in front of me and I was probing her cunt while standing up over her. It was near this point that I noticed my wife turned into my ex-wife, and that while I was pumping her pussy, there was a mirror that was propped in front of me on the bed where I could see myself piston in and out of her slot.
In addition to this, the spectacle was so graphic that I could see inside her twat in detail. Were those her tonsils I saw? She grinned mischievously and attempted to reminisce about how she had put the mirror there because she thought it might be fun for me to be reminded of some movie or experience we had enjoyed together at some point in the past (in reality, this never happened).
It was not long after this that my mind went back to the short amount of time that I knew I had, yet it never really recognized that I was already on the doorstep of a phase. I also became preoccupied with the idea that the sexual encounter was about to end. Somehow it did, though I don't remember whether I thought I woke up somehow, the scene in front of me just changed, or something else happened—but I was no longer doing the nasty in my bedroom.
As I wandered about my dream, there was one point where I was laying down in a bean bag chair or something, either trying to fall asleep, or faking falling asleep. Somehow Cora was sitting positioned above me talking to someone as she waved her foot back and forth. The wagging foot eventually rested between my balls and asshole and continued its gyrations. I knew that in the current state of things in real life, Cora would never do this, so I definitely started faking being asleep as I reveled in the sensation of her foot arousing my underparts. She continued doing this without any sense of anything inappropriate or undesirable.
The next thing I remember, I was trying to go home. I turned down a road that in the dream I sensed would lead there, but the road was covered with thick, wet, unformed concrete (in reality, I have no idea what this road was). There were some men working on this street that are people I know in real life. One of them showed me to the road where I needed to turn around, go back down the main street, then turn left at the sign that said "Ohio 11".
As I was heading back to the main street, I had the inner-knowledge that I could wow the masses by doing bionic jumps. I proceeded to jump from the front of a business to the branch of a tree. This did not quite work as I had planned at first, but on the next attempt it worked flawlessly. I grinned as I sensed someone on the ground looking up at me incredulously. From the tree, I next made a super-bound from the branch to reach my car across the street. I launched myself very high into the air. In one moment I realized I was going to completely overshoot my car and land on the next building, and in the next moment I became concerned that it HAD to be 5 am by now, and I knew my wife needed to get to work early today.
I woke up at exactly 5 am, about 30 seconds before the alarm went off. I am beside myself wondering how I could be so clueless about entering the phase and pursuing my own intended plan of action when there were so many triggers and cues present. Let's recap them...
- Sudden awareness of an object touching or interacting with me, which has clearly indicated phase entry in the past.
- I had awareness that I had less than an hour to enter the phase, but never consciously recognized I was already in it.
- There is no way that in real life Cora would overlook that her foot was touching any part of my body, let alone fully brushing my no-no zone.
- Since when can I bionic jump??? It seems to me that this is close enough to flying that it should have been a lucidity trigger and got me focused on my real objectives
I really hope that my awareness of these missed indicators now will strengthen my awareness if similar events occur in the future so that I can take full advantage of them.
Just like the drunken dreams of this morning, I am hoping that this frustrating tendency to let opportunity slip between my fingers is just a phase I'm going through.
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.
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...
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.
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.
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