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While I was Dreaming
Welcome to The Dreamery. There have been a few changes, but my blog is still simply a random series of Thoughts and fantasies, examining my past and my impossible future. Nothing on this blog is a lie. When I say nothing that follows is made up you can be sure it is the truth. Even the dreams are real dreams that I have had . And all the fantasies are my real fantasies.

There are however some questions which may never be answered:
Is it possible to actually laugh your arse off?
How sick is a parrot?
Are sandboys truly happy?
And just how mad is a box of frogs anyway?

And mostly, I do have it all in perspective!
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Giving the perfect blow job
Posted:Oct 1, 2012 9:59 am
Last Updated:Oct 3, 2012 3:38 am

I was asked what makes a good blow job.....? My first impulse was to say "any blow job involving your mouth......"

But you don't really need me to tell you do you? I think you already know - you just want to hear the words and imagine how I might feel as you take me in your mouth. The soft, wet, sucking warmth. Your tongue scrubbing insistently at the sweet spot.....suck and scrub, suck and scrub. The eye contact, slowing down your tongue's movements to little more than a squeeze just as I am about to come, and then your murmur of delight and satisfaction as I pump into you, to swallow, and to keep on swallowing as I keep coming, sucking and swallowing gently until long after it is over, and smiling. Looking like you really love it. Which I know you do.
It's a Lion!
Posted:Aug 20, 2012 3:46 am
Last Updated:Oct 10, 2012 1:55 pm

I hear from a reliable source that there is a guy out there on AdultFriendFinder who claims to be a man with a Lion's dick.

Now there has to be a word for that. (Apart from "idiot" lol)

I mean a Centaur is a man with a 's body, a Mermaid is a woman with a fishes tail, or there's a Satyr which is half man, half goat. (There was rock band once called "Half man, half biscuit," but I suppose that's a completely different thing. Maybe not though..... )

Myself, I fancied the picture I found of an Alkonost, which is a Slavic word for an angelic bird with a woman's head and breasts.

So what is a man with a wolloping hairy great lion's cock called? Ideas anyone.

(I can't help feeling JJ should have written this. )

Sex Gives You a Break
Posted:Aug 16, 2012 10:22 am
Last Updated:Aug 30, 2012 11:20 am

I see trees of green
Red roses too

Sometimes I feel like I need a break from my life. You know - that "stop the world I want to get off" kind of feeling?

It's been a stressful day working today. Dealing with slow-talking people when I was in a rush, getting stuck in an automated multiple-choice phone-answering recording when I needed an actual person, struggling with a badly-designed local government website - everything I touched went wrong today.

Until I saw the tits. Now, I should say to start off that they were not drop-dead-gorgeous-I-just-must-get-my-hands-on-one-of-those kind of tits, like say Prairie Girl's or Amakamaria's. They were more "I'm-so-drunk-I-want-you-to-sign-your-name-on-them" sexy. I was driving through town and there they were hanging out in an orange boob tube on the smoking balcony of a bar in Cheap Street. (Appropriate location really. ) But they did make me smile.

And it reminded me that going out and hooking up with someone without any preconceived idea of it turing into anything serious is one of the few things that can really give you a break from whatever day to day problems you might have. (It can get you ina mess too, but sometimes you get away with it. ) Sadly, that avenue is denied me at the moment. Or at least I deny it myself. But I can see the attractions. And just seeing the attractions today gave me that little bit of a break that made me remember that life is good. You're alive aren't you Dreamer? What more do you want.
Viewed and Amused
Posted:Aug 9, 2012 4:39 am
Last Updated:Aug 20, 2012 3:07 am

Bang my ass my arse!

Okay Peter, don't get too excited, lol. (I really wanted to use "Bang My Arse" as my title header, but I feared it might have attracted too much of the wrong kind of attention! )

I've said before that there is no point in complaining about how this site works, or the sometimes unexpected behaviour of its denizens, because life is just like that. But this is too much. So forgive me for briefly breaking my own policy.

I haven't logged on for a while, but the other day, when I did, within a few minutes someone new had viewed me. (It does happen for real occasionally of course - cafsexnic, marysia - I saw you: you made my day. ) But more frequently there are things about the supposed viewer that make me, shall we say, suspicious. Okay, I know the wonderful people who run AdultFriendFinder want me to be intrigued by the gorgeous women who view my profile, and to be so frustrated by not being able to contact them that I give in to the temptation to upgrade to gold membership, but you would have thought that after six years of me not giving in they would have worked out by now that I am not tempted. Or taken in.

(Yes yes, I know it is probably just a computer generated automatic thing, but you know me - I just can't help taking everything personally! )

I mean really - BangMyAss ? She was very local too. And pleasantly normal looking. But I still don't believe it. I may be wrong, but I feel that most women would be worried that this particular choice of username would in itself be asking for trouble. And yet the woman in question mentioned immediately in her introduction that she is "looking for the love of her life." Really? To bang her ass? I suppose it's perfectly possible, but would it really be your start point for a lifelong love affair?

Plus, if she is really local, wouldn't she have spelt it "arse" in the conventionally British way? Of course, not being an experienced arse banger, nor having any desire to become one made it easier for me to see through the subterfuge. Now if I was viewed by hockeygirlneedsbigstick27 then maybe they'd be in with a chance!

BangMyAss, if you are reading this I apologise - leave a comment, let's correspond, we might really hit it off. But I'm afraid I expect to see your profile "turned off or inactive" next time I look at the who has viewed me page.
Hockey Girls
Posted:Aug 8, 2012 9:20 am
Last Updated:Oct 3, 2012 4:33 am

Whether it's the bending-over-inviting-the-camera-shot-down-the cleavage or the running-about-with-a-big-stick-pointing-between-their-legs I'm not sure, but I have suddenly noticed that Hockey Girls are sexy.

I think they are more athletic than they used to be, and of course some of you may remember from the last Olympics how I feel about athletes!
Zara Dampney
Posted:Aug 7, 2012 4:03 pm
Last Updated:Oct 1, 2012 10:02 am

Guess who just got back today
Those wild eyed boys who had been away.........

Well, after all it is the Olympics! And if you can't get turned on by Zara Dampney, then there's clearly something wrong with you!

Anyway, it's been a long time I know, but I've been busy, and pretty much happy too. but I miss this place, and i knew I wouldn't be gone too long.

Each night I think of things I want to say,
And then, like dreams they slip away.

But I feel I may be coming back to blogging. And if someone inspires me, there may even be some occasional sex from time to time.
Written on the Back of my Hand
Posted:Jun 12, 2012 4:34 am
Last Updated:Aug 7, 2012 3:48 pm

A guy gets out of a Fed Ex van and rings my doorbell. When I answer he steps forward firmly holding out a parcel. He tells me it is for my next door neighbour, using her first name as if he knows her. Everything is geared to push me into accepting the parcel and save him from having to do any further work getting it delivered. It happens to me a lot working from home. Sometimes I say yes, not usually because I want to help the delivery guy, soul destroying though his job may be, but because I like my neighbours and I know they don’t want to have to go through all the hassle of getting the thing re-delivered.

On this occasion though his obviously deliberate tactic has already annoyed me, and anyway, it is the truth when I say, "No, I'm sorry, I won't be in later to give it to her."
He looks a little less friendly now but he’s not taking no for an answer and says, "Oh I'll put a note through her door so she knows you've got it," and I reply,
"No I’m sorry, but I can't take it for you."
His friendliness vanishes completely and he mutters something that sounds like it could have been "fuck you then," but may have been "Oh alright, fair enough, sorry to trouble you." I couldn't quite be sure.

I say (unwisely) "Look I'm sorry if you have a problem, but I'm simply saying I can't help you to do the job you are getting paid for."
He at least doesn't completely lose it, as some door to door canvassers have in the past when confronted with my immunity to what they think is their winning charm, but he flounces off saying, "Oh get back inside; you're boring," which rather spoils his image of friendly-hard-done-by-delivery guy just trying to get urgent stuff to people in the best way he can.

It made me think about life, and how so often people try to plan out a strategy of how to get you to do what they want, rather than be open about it and just accept it when your priorities differ from theirs. Those kind of people don't like it when you resist their attempts to manipulate you. They like it even less when you tell them you've got their number.

Maybe the fact that your response tells them that you have seen through them makes them have to see through themselves.
Posted:May 10, 2012 4:11 pm
Last Updated:Jun 12, 2012 3:34 am

Me, I'm a part of your circle of friends
and we, notice you don't come around.

Maybe I should go back to the beginning. To see whether I have changed or not. I don't do different things, or feel different things, but I am not quite the same. Maybe my attitudes have wandered off a bit, I am not sure. I am not as stressed out as I was when I started, but I'm not sure I like myself as much. Don't get me wrong, I do still like myself, just not as much. Maybe that's a good thing. Or it could be a loss of confidence or direction, I don't know.

If I had a direction ever - I don't know about that either.

Anyway, back at the beginning, (when there were no words,) I had a sense in the back of my mind of somewhere I had to get to. And I got some of the way there writing this blog. But then I fell in love with someone, and the need to get to that place faded away, and other, long dormant needs came crowding back and took me in a totally different direction.

So maybe, if I have run out of things to write about, (as I obviously have) I need to go back to the beginning. Maybe I will give it a try. Because I have stalled on all my other writing too, not just this blog. And I don't like that. I need to put that right. So maybe if I go back to the beginning I will remember things I had forgotten that are important, and i will be able to write about them with a new perspective.

I know someone who has been back to the beginning several times, and last time she went there it worked for her.

And if you understand any of that you are one of a very small number of special people!
Just Checking In
Posted:May 3, 2012 2:24 pm
Last Updated:May 10, 2012 4:26 pm

Hiya, I'm still here, just haven't had much to write about. I don't like not checking in for so long though, just in case you don't miss me.

Or just in case someone special and exciting stops by and I haven't written anything recently to keep them interested.
Some Rambling Thoughts about Love
Posted:Apr 13, 2012 5:14 am
Last Updated:May 3, 2012 2:21 pm

I think I need to get a new book in front of my face. For one thing, that isn't me behind The Time Traveller's Wife anymore; it is the me of Christmas 2006, passing the time as I waited for it to be late enough to talk to The Blogger Who Loved Me on the phone. (I still hear from her by the way, in case you were wondering. She is happy and well and her life is very full. She doesn't give me a chance to miss her very much, although I would do horribly if she did.)

But despite the fact that I love that book, it doesn't make me happy reading it anymore. It makes me think too much about all the different stages of my life, past and future, and that isn't always good for a man with a Dreamer's temperament like mine. It is hard enough for me to remember to live in the moment, and among other things that book has the effect of making you see your whole life as a series of connected situations, almost as if they were all happening at once. It makes me think of Future Girl, wondering if now she will ever become the FG that I remember. It makes me wonder if, even if she does, I will ever relate to her again quite how I did last summer, other than in these pages, like it was before I knew her. Maybe our paths have already come as close together as they ever will. I don't expect all of you to understand what I am going on about in this paragraph.

But there are compensations. The Woman Who Will Become FG has already become a wonderful friend, and is incredibly good to me. As each week goes by I get to know her better and better, which I like, but at the same time it makes me realise that FG is not just a person she one day wants to become, but is partly a person she wanted to become just for a brief moment, influenced by me. Of course it is much better that she becomes who she really is, rather than something cloned from some kind of ideal in my imagination, but my imagination is a powerful thing when it comes to dreaming up future lovers.

Both FG and the real person who may become her have a quality which is rare to come across: she loves me purely for who, for what I am. This is a feature of all the women I have been truly in love with, and is also a theme which runs through The Time Traveller's Wife. I remember The Lioness, looking at me with those beautiful steely blue eyes, and not needing to say anything, or for me to say anything. Just knowing.

I had a dream last night in which I had stumbled on a wild party in some deserted house. were trashing the place – I didn't want to be there. But then a girl wrapped her arms around me and said "meet me later," with such intensity that I knew I would have to: she seemed to already know what it feels like to be me. Later, the dream morphed into us lying together. We were in a hotel room somewhere, and she was hiding from someone who she didn't want to see. I think she felt that I was protecting her physically, but I suppose in my subconscious, I was getting emotioanl protection from her. We were still fully clothed, but she fitted perfectly against me and it left me with a feeling of extraordinary warmth and well-being when I awoke.

I know that this is something many people crave deeply. "I want someone to love and accept me for who I am," is a wish read all over these blogs. (Mind you, I think some people use that concept to hide away from the responsibility of needing to work on their faults. )

I for one have no objection to criticism from someone I love – in fact I need a lover who can tell me when I am in the wrong. Of course part of that is the corresponding confidence that comes when she says I am getting it right. I love someone wanting me to be a better person, especially if being with them helps me to be, but I don't like that nagging doubt which sometimes creeps in and asks, "I know she loves me, but does she really like me?"

Maybe I should be reading a PG Wodehouse book in my next picture. Now there was a class Dreamer!
Turned on by Thoughts of You
Posted:Apr 10, 2012 4:47 am
Last Updated:Apr 13, 2012 5:15 am

I don’t know which is worse: going through life without much interest or hope of getting any sex, or having thoughts of you on my mind, turning me on all the time. Well; you, you, you and you to be more accurate. Some of you probably know who you are.

For a while I seemed to be lacking interest, but recently I have been getting very turned on by the thoughts. It starts with you wanting to help me remember how to kiss. Then it progresses to the feel of our bodies pressed together and that delicious look in your eyes which you get when you want to be sucking my cock. And maybe a sharp intake of breath now and then.
You can't GET any sexier
Posted:Apr 5, 2012 7:53 am
Last Updated:Apr 10, 2012 4:45 am

One of the things I really like about women is the way you like to look sexy in public, and the way so many of you react when you can see you have attracted attention and might be turning us on.

There is nothing worse than someone who dresses sexy, and then doesn't like the effect it is bound to have.

I mention this because I have noticed several sexy women around town recently. First up was the gorgeous apparition at the next table to me and a friend in Pizza Express. She wasn't exactly pretty, but she had a great figure and was wearing the shortest denim skirt I have ever seen seriously offered as a decorative covering, over kind of flower pattern black fish-net style stockings. Well, they must have been tights actually, because if they had been stockings you could have seen her pussy, and believe me I looked!

The denim skirt was badly frayed all round the hem, which added an extra kind of decadence to the effect, and she had a long heavy stone pendant on a leather thong round her neck. As she sat talking to her boyfriend at the table, it hung between the tops of her thighs, and I swear when she moved it must have been banging against her clit. You can't GET any sexier than that. Except when she got up, walked to the bar, and my friend and I saw that her legs were even longer than we had thought. Then she smiled at us on the way back to her table. You can't get sexier than THAT.

But yesterday I went to the bank to change some details about my account, and the cashier sent me over to the help desk to see "Emily." Emily had a perfect figure, was dressed in black trousers and an extra tight pink cashmere sweater, was about nineteen and looked like a super model. She flashed me a more than professional smile, and wriggled seductively as she settled my paperwork. As I left, I couldn't resist looking back. She was looking after me, and waved - she knew the effect she had had on me. You can't GET any sexier than that.

Not at least until later that evening, when on my way out I drove past Gothic Girl walking home. Her short black skirt was showing off her long sexy legs, and she looked fantastic. I texted her, saying I'd just seen her and her legs were looking great. She texted back "Wow, thanks. I've been thinking about you a lot today actually."

Later we exchanged a few more texts. I haven't seen her, but we both know thinking about each other is turning us on. You can't get any sexier than THAT.
Still A Virgin
Posted:Mar 29, 2012 3:18 pm
Last Updated:May 3, 2012 5:56 pm

AT least it feels like it. Like how you feel when you have never had sex before, and to go all the way would be to step over a bottomless precipice into a wild new world.

I had Gothic Girl round my place again last night. "Are you free tonight?" she had texted.
"Yes" I had replied.

She was an all black slinky girl-woman in a kind of black string dress, and we had a long lingering hug. The bare skin of her arms and shoulders was all warm and soft as I held her gorgeous body in my arms. I kissed her neck and smelt her perfume, and my heart was thumping in my chest and my cock was pressed hard against her. And for a moment I thought she was going to let me kiss her, and if we had then I'm not sure either of us would have been able to resist going further, but then she dropped her round dark eyes and drew away and the moment was lost.

Quite a lot has happened since I last blogged about her. To cut a long story short, we came to the realization that we were each of us thinking that if we decided to make it happen we probably could, but that we would really rather the other one would be the one to make the first move. Plus both of us were feeling that however much we wanted it, (and clearly she wanted it as much as I did) neither of us could foresee any outcome in which it would end well, so in the end we decided we wouldn't cross the line. For her I think that means not coming round any more, but knowing her, that may not last forever.

I told her that being with her was like looking at the stripped end of a live wire; wanting to reach out and touch it just to see what it would be like. She nodded. She is just the same: she knows touching me would set her on fire, but she can't keep away, like a moth keeps bumping against the light bulb.

But for now, I am still almost like a virgin.

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