Dreaming

Dreaming 

 

There is a space.  A special, private space. It exists somewhere between being not fully asleep nor fully awake.   It is in this space that my subconscious is freed from my conscious side rails and guards and fully acts out my buried desires and, like watching a play, each part comes fully alive for me to live in and experience.

It is in this these middle state that my subconscious put one of my special fantasies on display.  I had been asked by a female friend to act as a nude waiter for a small party she wanted to hold.  Of course I readily agreed.  While I was serving drinks and snacks on her outdoor patio, the women were staring at my dick and it quickly became hard and swollen.  This prompted more comments.

My friend ran her finger down my shaft and then said “it’s my party and I shouldn’t have to work.  You run your fingers up and down your cock for us. Do it now!”

I felt the heat of embarrassment in my face and a deep feeling of shame.  But I also felt the tingle of excitement.  This is what I wanted to do all evening.  

This photo is intended to try and capture that dream snippet.