Dream or reality?
My first thought is that if you’re dreaming about having orgasms, you mustn’t be having enough of them in real life. Like when I dream about being in a swimming pool of liquid chocolate when I’m on a diet. But of course I have orgasms (or at least one orgasm) on most days. Sometimes when I don’t strictly feel like it, but I have sex toys to test and someone’s got to do it and so I make myself and about half way through I’m like ohgodwhydidIputthisoffYUM.
So I don’t know why I have sleep orgasms or if everyone does, only that I do. Another thing I don’t know (stuff I don’t know may become a recurrent theme in this post) is if they are really orgasms or just a dream orgasm. When I punch someone in my dreams (am I the only one that does that?) I get frustrated because there’s no impact. When I run away from those shadows in the woods, my legs don’t work properly. So although I dream that I am having an orgasm, am I really? Or is my brain just flooded with the desire to orgasm so much that it tricks me into believing I had one?
Upon properly waking up I don’t feel the muscle tension that usually comes post-orgasm. The orgasm I had in my dreams isn’t that lightning bolt zing from clit to throat. It’s more of a rippling wave from top to toe, a gentle lapping of pleasure which unfurls from… where, I’m once again not sure. The pit of my stomach, my clit, my mind. All I know is that when I’m awake the feeling is ebbing away but it might just be the fading of a dream, not a real orgasm.
One of my friends can orgasm without touching herself. Whether on the bus or just before going to sleep at night. Wherever she was she can just think about it and make herself have an orgasm. What an enviable skill. But her orgasms are always when she is fully awake, never when asleep.
The mind is a powerful tool, there’s no doubt about that. I have to work hard to achieve orgasm though, which isn’t surprising considering the amount of sex toys I insert and rub against myself all in the name of science.
It’s not like I’m dreaming of any fantasy scene when this happens. It’s usually in those few moments before waking up, so I’m semi-aware of being in bed, of being asleep. A lucid dream, if you will. I’m dreaming I’m in bed and my fingers are reaching down to pleasure myself, rubbing between juice slicked lips and finding my erect tingling clitoris. Rubbing the hood back and forth over that nerve ending packed button, my fingertip wet and the pleasurable friction building the sensation in me until I tip over that delicious edge. But upon waking, I’m on my tummy, my fists clenched up under my chin or underneath the pillow. My fingertips are dry, even if my pussy isn’t. I know I didn’t really touch myself. But the orgasm sensation seems to linger on, the memory so real I can almost feel the last tingling tendril still.
So I don’t know why I have sleep orgasms or if everyone does, only that I do. Another thing I don’t know (stuff I don’t know may become a recurrent theme in this post) is if they are really orgasms or just a dream orgasm. When I punch someone in my dreams (am I the only one that does that?) I get frustrated because there’s no impact. When I run away from those shadows in the woods, my legs don’t work properly. So although I dream that I am having an orgasm, am I really? Or is my brain just flooded with the desire to orgasm so much that it tricks me into believing I had one?
Upon properly waking up I don’t feel the muscle tension that usually comes post-orgasm. The orgasm I had in my dreams isn’t that lightning bolt zing from clit to throat. It’s more of a rippling wave from top to toe, a gentle lapping of pleasure which unfurls from… where, I’m once again not sure. The pit of my stomach, my clit, my mind. All I know is that when I’m awake the feeling is ebbing away but it might just be the fading of a dream, not a real orgasm.
One of my friends can orgasm without touching herself. Whether on the bus or just before going to sleep at night. Wherever she was she can just think about it and make herself have an orgasm. What an enviable skill. But her orgasms are always when she is fully awake, never when asleep.
The mind is a powerful tool, there’s no doubt about that. I have to work hard to achieve orgasm though, which isn’t surprising considering the amount of sex toys I insert and rub against myself all in the name of science.
It’s not like I’m dreaming of any fantasy scene when this happens. It’s usually in those few moments before waking up, so I’m semi-aware of being in bed, of being asleep. A lucid dream, if you will. I’m dreaming I’m in bed and my fingers are reaching down to pleasure myself, rubbing between juice slicked lips and finding my erect tingling clitoris. Rubbing the hood back and forth over that nerve ending packed button, my fingertip wet and the pleasurable friction building the sensation in me until I tip over that delicious edge. But upon waking, I’m on my tummy, my fists clenched up under my chin or underneath the pillow. My fingertips are dry, even if my pussy isn’t. I know I didn’t really touch myself. But the orgasm sensation seems to linger on, the memory so real I can almost feel the last tingling tendril still.
10 years ago