Erotic Lucid Dreaming

Fri, 02/04/2011 - 10:03 -- Konrad

For the last fourteen days, I have been experimenting with lucid dreaming. Lucid dreaming is the art of being aware and controlling your dream. To help accomplish this task, I enlisted a dream notebook and a reality check method that involves looking at my watch every thirty minutes. It only took me a few days to begin to have regular self-awareness of my dreams. With practice, I can imagine anything I want.

I learned to maneuver, make objects and settings as well simulate humans or animals. I even used lucid dreaming to solve mathematical and engineering problems. Best of all, I seem to be able to remember more and learn much more efficiently. These observations are confirmed by the statistics that I had been gathering about my cognition.

Nonetheless, I seem to be missing something. It was this morning when I was looking at some pornography that I thought of an experiment.

I thought to myself, "Hmm. Sex. That would be an interesting experiment to try."

As I was lying in bed, the computers were humming with heated air that swept through my body. I took a look at my watch, only to notice that I can't see my hand right in front of me.

By the time the next thirty minute interval came around, I took a look at my watch again. The watch's number changed rapidly. Then it began to display all kinds of symbols.

"Oh, it's a dream."

The dreamscape, as always in my dream, is featureless grassland with rolling hills and a nice ocean of blue sky.

I began to summon a dream girl with a bust in focus, trying to piece together the image. It's ironic, within my dream where I can see the grass as well feel the grass, I cannot easily construct images in my head with the same level of vivacity. I can imagine a tiger, but I cannot count its strides, at least not without some difficulty.

The image which appears in my mind is a nude young woman around 17 to 18 years old, 5'5 feet tall, silky white skin, C cup size breast, and long hair.

Poof.

I am in bed again, but only that it's daytime. I seem to be entirely nude.

"Whaa," I said in confusion. Then I suddenly realized that the walls are made of steel. I raised myself to a sitting position on the bed to see what was going on. I saw a bunch of bras, skirts, and panties hanging over an acrylic and welded steel desk.

The door swung open with a loud thud. A nude woman waltzed in. Her breast are a little bigger, her hair’s a bit shorter. Liquid dripped from her pussy down to the feet. Her eyes were like laser beams as she locked me into her glare.

My limp penis woke from its slumber and grew in size. My mouth salivated in anticipation.

"Hmm. Not quite the image I had in mind," she said. "Still hot, though. Now, let’s see if having a blowjob is the same as it is in reality."

She walked slowly toward me as my eyes adjusted to her movement. By the time she's in front of me, she dropped on her knees quickly and touched the head of my dick with her tongue. Soon, she swirled around the length of my dick and sucked my ball. She did this several times until my cock was saturated with dripping saliva.

After she caressed my balls, she simply burrowed my dick in her mouth.

She bobbles her head up and down the shaft of my cock. I moan and grunt. As soon as she relaxed her relentless assault on my cock, I tried to summon a mirror. However, the mirror object that was forming begun to transform into random lines, shapes, and objects, until it faded away.

"Wha," I said in confusion. The pleasure exerted by the dream lady quickly wrested away from my thought.

Suddenly, she stopped bobbling her head, and withdrew slowly. I made the conscious decision to stop the dream girl in my head and behavior.

"Stop!" I yelled.

"Now, that's silly! What kind of Ellen Lovelace fantasy says such a thing?” she scolded. "Dream man, you better not be the first sex dream man who also got his cock ripped in half by my chainsaw."

Of course, I didn't want to run away. I just wanted to stop this dream girl for a second. Nonetheless, I seem to be having sex, willingly and against my will. Or perhaps, this dream girl is not really a --.

She pushed me into the bed and climbed on top of me. Aligning herself, she pushed my cock into her pussy. It was all her work, moving her hip up and down. I felt a wetness that I did not feel with my cock before. Her pussy tightened with each successive motion.

She grabbed my shoulder and dropped down toward my face. Soon, our tongues and saliva were touching and mixing together.

In the midst of that, I managed a thought. "Wait! I never had sex before."

Suddenly, sunlight hit my eyes. Time to --.

"BROTHER! Haruka is downstairs. She wants to introduce Ellen Lovelace to you." My sister yelled. I pulled the cover over reluctantly, stood up, and stretched.

"Ellen Lovelace," I puzzled. I searched for the name in my carefully constructed name database. It was only logged in the dream category.