Watching Meg Ryan Will Never

Watching Meg Ryan Will Never Be the Same

I have faithfully seen each and every Meg Ryan movie. I enjoy her acting, the comedy, and it helps that she is attractive, and well built, as best as I could tell. She is one movie star who rarely flaunts her many assets. However, after a recent dream I had of her, I cannot watch her without wondering. I suppose dreams are what they are, but this particular dream was so real. Well you decide.

I was riding my bike at a fair speed, in my complex, when a cat jumped out from behind the shrubs, and got in my path. I swerved to the left, and my wheel caught the rear bumper of a parked car. I was literally thrown forward, and landed partially on my head. Yes I was not wearing a helmet. After what seemed like an eternity, I got up and limped back to my apartment, wheeling my bike along. Other than very bad headaches, which came and went, my bruises healed quickly.

My wife eventually convinced me that we had to go to the doctor, for medication, and peace of mind. The doctor ordered a MRI, during which a small clot was found in my head. He quickly had me admitted to the hospital, and scheduled me for surgery. I don't remember the operation for the anesthesia had me completely out of it. The removal of the blood clot was successful, but I soon went into coma, and this where my dream really begins.

According to my wife, who visited me quite often, I was out for over three weeks, and wasn't given a good prognosis to ever come out of it. One day as Meg Ryan was visiting the other patients in the hospital, for charity, she decided to check on me, after my wife informed her that I was a big fan of hers. The nurse told my wife that only one visitor was allowed, so my wife went out, and Meg Ryan came into my room. She soon started talking to me. "So you are a fan?"

"Well we'll have to get you out of here so that you can see my new movie!" She first tickled my feet without any response. Then she tickled my ears again no response. She kissed me on the mouth, and removed the sheet to my waist while caressing my neck and chest, circling each nipple, with little results. Starting from the bottom, she then tickled all the way up to my knees, which I felt, and started to moan. The strangest part was that she was fully dressed, and I didn't see any part of her, and it was my dream.

She dropped the side bar, and removed the sheet all the way, and exposed my dick, and tickled all the way up to just below my balls. "I guess there is hope for you yet my fan", as she winked and snickered. She then kissed the head of my pecker, and it stirred. She kissed my balls, and took each into her mouth one at a time. She started to talk to my dick, "I bet you, and my fan can use some relief by now, huh?" She licked the head, while cupping my balls. I started getting aroused, as my pecker was getting hard. She had half of me in her mouth, and she was bobbing up and down. She smiled, and said "all in the name of charity, huh?" She had me in her mouth all the way, I must have touched her tonsils, as she started to really lick, suck, and bob up and down. I was hard as a rock, and really started to moan.

Just then my eyes opened, and I saw her take off her panties, and was starting to mount me. She was inches away, when I started saying "no, I can't, no stop.....please!" She said "hey I got you out of your coma, you owe me a fuck!" I started to push her off of me, but without much success. The three weeks of being cooped up drained my strength. She was actually touching my dick with her snatch when my wife walked in. "What do you think you're doing?"

"Get off of him you bitch!" Meg Ryan just smiled and yelled back, "hey I brought him out of his coma, this is the least he can do for me!" By now two other nurses came in, with a guard. They removed Meg Ryan off from me, and escorted her out of my room, leaving me alone with my wife.

"Oh honey, I'm glad you're OK, well except for that" as she smiled and pointed to my pecker. She locked the door, and walked over to me, and said, "first I need to make sure that it is properly cleaned". "Who knows where it has been?" She winked at me. She grabbed a small towel and got it wet, and lathered it up and commenced to wash my dick like it never was washed before. I smiled and told her, "honey I love you, but he isn't hard any more!" You just smiled and said "I love you too babe, and not to worry for this I can fix!" She then rinsed my pecker, dried it, and kissed the head, and said "the nerve of that bitch!"

She kissed me on the mouth, gently inserting her tongue and joining mine, for it has been so long. We kissed for awhile for it has been almost a month. She then baby-kissed all the way down my chest, while circling, and licking each nipple. She soon arrived at the object of her desire, and took me in her mouth. With her right hand she cupped, and fondled my balls, as I felt my dick getting harder. She licked, and kissed the head. Soon she had half of me in her mouth, and I felt it get very hard. I said to my honey "baby this is not going to be long enough for you". You just smiled and kept bobbing up and down. Then you took off your panties, and mounted me and now I was on familiar ground. Within seconds I arched my back, and could not hold back, as I exploded for what seemed like a full minute. You just smiled, and said, "wait till I get you home, mister!" Two days later I was discharged, and was given a clean bill of health. I serviced my wife, and she serviced me, as we continue today. In a strange way though, I suppose we owe some sort of thanks to Meg Ryan. I'm still a fan, but it could never be as before.

I never dreamt about Meg Ryan again. The weirdest thing though happened; in just about a weeks time after this dream, her new movie was in the theaters, just as she said.