My Dreams Are Vividly Sexual

Recently, as I've jumped back onto my smut writing phase, my dreams have heightened in sexuality and intensity. I've had dreams in the past that were able to define specific sensory inputs, such as tastes of foods, or smells in a city. Occasionally these dreams have included sexual elements as well. However, nothing compares to the deluge of sexual experience nor sensory overload that I just experienced from last night's slumber.

The first segment of my dream is getting into a room, cabinets and countertops lining the walls of the entrance hallway before the room opens up. The hallway walls go from 10 ft apart to about 20, with the walls sloping away from each other at around 45-60 degrees, akin to the shape of a fan above a stovetop. There's a gray, 2-seat couch in the middle of the opened room, an oak drawer about the same length right behind it, and a window that spans ceiling to floor, wall to wall, looking out at what appears to be a university campus in the throes of fall.

I can see people walking on the cobblestone paths, but my brain is a little preoccupied with my guest, a total stranger, that joined me in entering the room. A woman in her mid 40s-50s with blue eyes, a thin face and stringy black hair that fell to her mid back blending in with her black overcoat. We are furiously making out, removing what we have on as fast as possible. She reveals that her black overcoat has nothing underneath. Her small tits, with just a slight bit of sag, are topped with pink nipples that point away from each other and her pussy is clean shaven, minus a small landing strip. I walk back to stare in awe at her full body.

She's quite skinny. Her stomach is flat, her hips slightly curve out. At some point, I must've gotten completely naked, because I could see her eyes drift down, her thin lips stretching to a smirk. Before I know it, she's laying on her back on top of the oak drawer, her legs spread out, while I watch my cock head slide in.

She was surprisingly tight, as I was unable to get my cock more than a couple inches inside her. It didn't matter. I could hear her moans echo off the walls as I slid in and out. They were drawn out, staying on the last syllable of whatever word she was trying to say. I remember her saying "fuck me" and and just trailing off on the "e" as I continued to thrust inside her.

I was working myself deeper and deeper into her as I switched from standing up to leaning over her. I kissed her neck, which faintly smelt of jasmine. I moved to her mouth, which weirdly had cigarette smoke along with saliva. I remember being able to feel my cock fully sliding inside now, as we continued to make out. My own grunts joined in the cacophony of pleasure now. I looked down and saw my cock covered with juices as I slid out of her. The milky white substance that streaked across my shaft like a Rorschach test, my cock head being only thing still inside her tiny pussy. I continued fucking her and just enjoying the act fully, my mind blissfully unaware of anything else.

Unfortunately, I woke up for a split second. After turning to my stomach and humping the bed, remembering the dream sex I just had (embarrassingly, I let out a deep moan that I couldn't hold back), I fell back to sleep.

I was dropped into the same room, but I was fucking someone else, an ex-FWB around 24 yrs old. She's skinny, just as the 40 something woman had been, but with shorter brown hair. Her tits are a couple sizes bigger and perkier than the last woman, and her hips slightly wider. She was bent over the couch, in doggy. I was already thrusting quite quickly, watching my cock disappear in and out of her as I held onto her hips. Her slim ass rippled against my stomach as my thrusts continued to bottom out inside her.

Our usual dirty talk was in full swing. She has a breeding kink and this dream was no different. I moaned out about how my cum deserved to be inside her. She moaned back how it's the only place it should go. I looked up, out at the huge window to see the deep oranges and reds painting the sky. The streetlights that dot the paths beneath flickered on as evening settled. But that was only restraining my orgasm so much.

I remember feeling my cock pulse in that familiar way, and I let out a deep growl, but I couldn't savor it as I woke up again. Another frustrated growl before I fell back into this dream.

This time, I'm met with a young coworker that I had a fling with a while back. Only 19, but thick in all the right places and quite short. I was dropped right into the action again. I had her bent over the countertops, inside the cabineted hallway, as she moaned out, "Fuck me harder". My hands grabbed both of her cheeks, big white globes that my fingers sunk into, and my cock thrust deeper. I distinctly remember feeling my cock head being gripped by her pussy, and feeling her juices all over my cock when I slid out.

I took a look into the window and saw that the sun was shining brightly into the room, and directly into my eyes. My dream mind decided that was a good transition point because the sun fully enveloped my vision.

I wasn't able to go back to fucking her. I got transported to a party, apparently being hosted by me in this room. The window was completely dark outside, with very few people walking around now. Loads of people were here to talk to me, but I wasn't paying attention to the conversations. All I could think about was counting how many sexual partners I had "earlier" in the day. I surprised myself when I remembered it was 3. Even my internal voice shouted "3! It was 3" in my head while I spoke to someone. I visually replayed my experiences in my mind, a last ditch effort to relive what I had just been blessed with, before waking up one final time, and accepting that it was just a dream.