Dreams
I dreamed the other night that I was incredibly, distractingly, drippingly horny. In the dream, I was riding some kind of shuttle train; it was either some kind of underground, or one of those things that whizzes you from airport to city, or both. The seats were blue.
I was so aroused that I was literally worried. What was I going to do about it? In my dream, I remembered my dreadfully horny phase of last year, when I started this blog. I was sadly certain that blogging wasn't going to help. Masturbation might take the edge off, but there was nowhere to do it on this train (no toilets!) and I knew it would only scratch the surface of my issue, so to speak, and leave me wanting more.
I thought longingly of HWIDFLFW, calculating how long it would be until I might see him again. Too long. I hadn't felt this sexually piqued without stimulation from myself or someone else ever; I might have driven myself close to that point with teenaged hormone-soaked daydreams, but I'm not sure even that quite compared. It was pretty scary and I felt out of control. Not like I'd just go and fuck anyone, just suffering.
The dream ended there, or I woke up, and luckily the state of sexual insanity didn't carry over into waking life. But I still remember how it felt and I'm grateful not to be plagued by constant tumescence. I'm sure the dream has plenty of psychological significance; the train is phallic, the seat covers were blue (blue balls), I was stuck on the train... am I repressed by the patriarchy? Do I wish I had a penis? Am I sexually frustrated? Yes to all three, probably, although they're not issues I allow to bother me.
I am getting hornier by the day, though. I've lost weight and although almost everything I've ever read about women and sex contradicts this idea, I think my orgasms are deeper and more satisfying when I'm at my lower weights. I used to think it had something to do with eating fresh vegetables, but since this weight loss was a result of being too ill to eat much for a few weeks, I'm revising that theory.
I was so aroused that I was literally worried. What was I going to do about it? In my dream, I remembered my dreadfully horny phase of last year, when I started this blog. I was sadly certain that blogging wasn't going to help. Masturbation might take the edge off, but there was nowhere to do it on this train (no toilets!) and I knew it would only scratch the surface of my issue, so to speak, and leave me wanting more.
I thought longingly of HWIDFLFW, calculating how long it would be until I might see him again. Too long. I hadn't felt this sexually piqued without stimulation from myself or someone else ever; I might have driven myself close to that point with teenaged hormone-soaked daydreams, but I'm not sure even that quite compared. It was pretty scary and I felt out of control. Not like I'd just go and fuck anyone, just suffering.
The dream ended there, or I woke up, and luckily the state of sexual insanity didn't carry over into waking life. But I still remember how it felt and I'm grateful not to be plagued by constant tumescence. I'm sure the dream has plenty of psychological significance; the train is phallic, the seat covers were blue (blue balls), I was stuck on the train... am I repressed by the patriarchy? Do I wish I had a penis? Am I sexually frustrated? Yes to all three, probably, although they're not issues I allow to bother me.
I am getting hornier by the day, though. I've lost weight and although almost everything I've ever read about women and sex contradicts this idea, I think my orgasms are deeper and more satisfying when I'm at my lower weights. I used to think it had something to do with eating fresh vegetables, but since this weight loss was a result of being too ill to eat much for a few weeks, I'm revising that theory.
posted by daphnis at 5:13 AM
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