sex dream

I had a sex dream: I was hanging out with these people in a space that was outdoors but sheltered, with furniture.  Like a messy patio–maybe an art yard at a university.  A place where cool kids might smoke cigarettes and eat their lunch, but we were older than usual students.

It was nighttime.  We were naked, and I didn’t know the people except one friend.  They were mostly non-binary people.  The person I knew (not very well) was a Black non-binary person who would start masturbating sometimes.  Not like they were committed to a masturbation experience from start to ejaculation–more just idle masturbation from time to time.  They would grab their dick as if to test it out, beat off for a moment, and do something else.

Then this couple in front of me started to have sex.  They’d been cuddly, and suddenly it turned more explicit.  I think it was p in v sex.  They were facing each other in a classic tantra position.  I was like–wow, ok.  Then I started masturbating–seemed like the thing to do.  I was already naked.

My friend came over to rub their dick closer to me.  I was surprised things were heating up.  They took my hand and put the fingers that I’d been using to rub my cunt into their mouth.  “Mmm,” they said.  “What’s this?”

They appreciated the taste of my cunt.  “It’s my cunt, maybe at the very beginning of menstruating,” I said.  Oops, did I answer their rhetorical question?

more sex

There was someone next to me on a couch, a white guy.  He was looking at someone on another couch who was menstruating more.  “Look at her legs!” he said.  There was a little blood.

He appreciated the menstruating person’s body–that person was blond and a mainstream hot woman-appearing person.  Someone was with her, and they began to have sex of some kind.

The white guy near me started masturbating and wanted to do something sexy with me.  He was touching my body, and he seemed lasciviously, generally aroused.  It wasn’t about me or love–the tone of the group was just turning sex dream sexual.

The whole thing had a feel of debauchery.  I’d never had group sex with strangers before, and I wasn’t sure how I felt.  “Are we have an orgy?” I asked.  Yes, ever the Nest, wanting to name what we’re doing to help me think about it.

waiting for a turn

The man next to me on the couch would touch me and himself, looking at the blond lady on the other couch.  When the person doing it with her stepped away, he moved toward her like he was going to have sex with her.  But her partner came back, so he came back to me.

I realized he didn’t like me at all, and was just waiting for a turn with the hot blond lady.  Felt funny but sad, I was being treated as less desirable even at an orgy.  It was like being picked last for a team at elementary school PE class all over again.

“This is the most boring orgy I’ve ever seen,” I said.  No one was paying attention to words.  I was only somewhat horny–more I was perplexed.  It was all bodies, desire, sexual need, messy patio with naked strangers.

conclusion

What do you think?  Not very hot for a sex dream!  I didn’t wake up wet and needing to come.  More it was funny, the emotional part–that even at an orgy, I would feel rejected.  The friend who liked the taste of my cunt wasn’t someone I felt close to or safe with.

What I liked best about this dream was setting and tone.  Art yard at night is a magical place.  I enjoyed the dialog too.

I’d like an orgy with people I know, more friendly lightheartedness, and if I felt more desirable and in my element.  This sex dream feels like more evidence that I’m demisexual and that might be pertinent to my life.  Sex without love is not very interesting to me.  Well, it’s interesting anthropologically, but not something I like to do.