Writer: Pat
Subject: My Drunken Dream
Link: LS666 / Email 31.12.2021
My Drunken Dream
Well, it starts when I’m exhausted and drunk.
I was late. Very late. The house was quiet. My wife was already in bed and fast asleep. After my shower, I got ready for bed, as I was feeling very tired. Lately I was having trouble sleeping, so I decided to sleep in the spare room, so that I would not awaken my sleeping wife.
I lay naked on the top of the blankets as I tossed and turned for over an hour before finally sleep took me. It was deep and restful sleep. I was sure how long I had been comatose — but I was awakened my a movement of the mattress. I felt something crawling across the bedding. The room was in complete darkness. There was no sound. At first I thought I must be in an awakening dream. This wasn’t real? Whatever it was began to touch the skin of my naked backside … as if trying to arouse me with its intimate touch. It was working. The gentle caress had my cock rock hard and very horny in seconds … but I just lay there on my front … imagining that it would fade away as dreams usually do.
Sometime, maybe it was again, just in my mind … but I knew that whatever it was … it’s intent was to fuck me. A darkly beast of the night — grabbing my butt cheeks and spreading them as if to penetrate me. I lay still … very still … the adrenaline of fear mixed with heart-beating horniness gripped me; as I felt the unmistakable sensations of it’s beastly cock press against my oily anus.
The unseen cock slid inside my greasy colon. It’s fat head penetrating my bowels and making my untouched cock weep with precum. First it was a slow movement … as it’s meaty length slipped effortlessly in and out of my nether hole. I groaned into the bedsheets, gripping then in both pain and pleasure. My beast began to fuck me harder and harder, pressing deeper and deeper into my filthy insides, churning my guts as it rubbed back and forth against my prostate.
It was as if the invisible cock not only penetrated my rear; but pushed forward into the insides of my own cock; forcing it forward as it rubbed against the sheets — Fuck — I wanted to scream. Danger, darkness and delight. I pushed back against its ghostly thrusts … my own orgasm rapidly approaching.
As I feel my ghostly lover begin to ejaculate inside of me … I reach my own orgasm … like a runaway train … (as if my ghost lover’s semen was spraying out of me through the eye of my cock … nothing could stop it … spurt after spurt of our combined cum spurted from my untouched cock between my stomach and the bedsheets.
Let me say, it was an orgasm of extreme proportions … I was cumming … and cumming … and cumming … at least three times more powerful than anything I had experienced making sweet gentle love to my dear wife.
It really felt that it was never going to end … but of course it did … my orgasm began to cool as the sensation of my secret lover slipped from my rectum. I cannot remember falling back to sleep. My dried cum covered stomach and stained bedsheets were the only evidence of what happened that night — I cannot even be sure it was all just a drunken dream.