So I’m finally done with a lot of my travels. Just got back from Las Vegas. The trip was mostly work, but I had a bit of free time to play… not that I did much but sleep, as I am still trying to catch up my body clock from European time! I did notice in local literature that the Vegas Pride Festival is coming up in a few weeks. Normally I’m not all that much of a “Pride” guy, but Vegas somehow seems like it’d be a fun place to do it. Anyone else ever gone there, or have an opinion? I probably won’t be able to make it, but maybe I could plan for it next year if it sounds good. 😉
So I had a little internal adventure while I was gone, and I suppose this blog is the place to vent and describe it.
On my last night in Vegas, I had a very hot and simultaneously disturbing dream. For those who have followed my blog, I have occasionally written about a work colleague who’s feet I have quite a crush on. Not only is he a pretty cute twink-type, but he has the most amazing feet I have seen in quite some time. He likes to work barefoot a lot, so I actually get teased with them quite a bit. It’s a bit like torture, sometimes. None of these pics are him, of course, but they are reminiscent, so you get the idea.
Well, I dreamed that I had him naked and tied in a hogtie. I watched him squirm for some time. The next thing I remember (dream continuity not always logical) is that he is now untied, lying on his back, and I am jerking him off. He ends up shooting hard and far… his cum stream smacks into the wall multiple times! He thanks me for it, and begs me not to tell anyone about this. I promise, and begin to leave the room. But as I do, I pass the wall coated with his dripping cum. I wipe some of it off with two fingers, stick the fingers delicately into my mouth, and then suck those creamy-drenched fingers, devouring his cum! I repeat this a number of times, cleaning off the wall, and then I abruptly woke up.
It was so vivid that for a moment, I thought it had actually happened! I relaxed quite a bit when I realized I had just dreamed it all. Because not only is this guy quite a bit younger than I am (like, chicken hawk status), but (ahem) I do have a boyfriend that I am very happy with! I almost feel a bit guilty about it. However, I think I have realized that this dream may also be partially because my BF and I haven’t been able to have sex in a while, because our dang jobs, travel schedules, and getting sick have gotten in the way! (Just for the record, he was not with me in Vegas–I was alone.) While I’ve been more than happy to jerk myself off lately, actual man on man action has been somewhat non-existent for a while. So I get the feeling this may be a manifestation of that. But it was so hot! But I feel so guilty. Ugh. I’d better get some playtime soon! Does anyone else in relationships go through this?
