I have always have been a Day Dreamer. When I was young, the examination was my subject of dreaming. I would come out in top in all exams. Strangely in real dream I would find myself unable to complete the paper in time. The actual performance would be something in between. When I took up a job, the usual subject of daydreaming was success in all projects I was allotted. Subsequently the topic shifted to rising in the organization to be the Chief Executive and winning awards of all kinds.
The dreaming was triggered by any incident or news related to the topic. If there was cricket fever in the country, I would dream of being the best bowler or the best batsman and so on. If elections were due, I would ensure in my dream the victory of the party I supported. The next dream was about my becoming the head of state!
This process of daydreaming naturally extended to SEX. In sexual dreams sky was the limit, or more appropriately, every cunt was its depth. From Princess Grace to Princess Diana, from Merlin Monroe to Demy Moore, from the good looking relative to the smashing looking lady colleague in office, I have had sex in my dreams with every woman I have liked. My dreams do not straight way jump to the fucking climax but are meticulously visualized from the first kiss to a number of fucking positions in every conceivable location. When the dream was interrupted due to any reason, which happens quite often, I would continue the dream whenever possible, from the place I left it.
Recently I read a newspaper report about a famous pop singer who stayed married for a few hours before separating. She naturally became the subject of my dream. This is how I fantasized my sexual encounter with her.
I was on a business trip to USA. In the flight from New York to LA, I happened to get a seat next to βBritβ. I introduced myself and Brit expressed her happiness in meeting somebody from an oriental country. She asked a lot of questions about the country and its women. I told her that unlike the West, in our countries the girl in most cases does not meet her husband before marriage, which is mostly arranged by her parents. While the situation is changing but majority of them have no sexual experience before marriage. I explained her my own marriage and sexual experiences. The details made her excited and she caught my hands and held them during our talk. My heart skipped many beats and the cock was straining to extend in the limited space.
We were soon to land. She asked me about my stay details. I told her that I have work for two/three days and have yet to book a hotel. I was thrilled to hear from her that she would like me to stay in her house so that she can learn more about the women and their sex life in the eastern countries. Superficially I tried to refuse but then reluctantly (?) accepted the invitation.