My Girlfriend the Sex Dream Psychic — Giselle Renarde

I’m convinced my girlfriend knows when I’m about to cheat on her in my sleep.

Yesterday morning, Desta had work in the city, so we planned to go out for a late lunch and then back to my place for…”dessert” as they say.

Now, one thing you should know about me is that I keep very odd hours. I don’t usually go to bed until four in the morning at the earliest, and I’ll often sleep until noon. Bad, bad habit, but my body seems to like it.

Of course, my girlfriend knows what I’m like. Yesterday, she was smart enough to give me a wake-up call. Here’s what I can remember of the dream she interrupted:

I’m some kind of CSI-type investigator person and I’m working alongside the young guy from Without a Trace (I don’t remember his name). We’re smooshed into a car as we check out some evidence inside it. Cramped quarters. Bodies pressed tight together, shoulder to shoulder. We’re discussing the case but the sexual tension is out of this world. We turn our heads and I know it, I can feel it… we’re about to kiss…

Ring ring ring ring ring!

God damn it! The phone was ringing just as we were getting to the good stuff! I tossed off the covers and stumbled to the cordless, grumbling, “Hello?”

“Just wanted to make sure you’re awake,” Desta said in that super-sweet voice of hers. It was almost like she knew what she was doing. “Don’t forget lunch, okay?”

Hearing Desta’s voice always makes me instantly happy, but I was still a little curious how that dream would play out. So I didn’t get up. Rebellious little devil that I am, I went back to bed.

I dreamed, but it was a different dream this time:

There’s a girl. I don’t know who she is, but she’s hot: darkish skin, darkish hair, jeans and a black tank top…and massive breasts. She’s in my apartment, for some reason, in the kitchen with me. She’s talking about her long distance relationship, but I’m so focused on those gorgeous tits that I’m not really paying attention. I cling to her like a koala bear, wrapping my arms around her neck and my legs around her waist. She carries me over to the couch and I nuzzle my face into the curve of her neck. What would she do if I copped a feel? I think she’d be okay with it, but I’m super-nervous. I’m going to do it. I’m going to touch those big, beautiful breasts. I’m just going to run my hand down her chest and…

Ring ring ring ring ring!

Oh, you have got to be kidding me! I fell out of bed, hobbled across the bedroom, and grabbed the phone. “Hello?”

“Did you go back to sleep?”

“Nnnn…yes?”

Desta knows me far too well. “You missed lunch.”

What? What time was it? How long had I been asleep?

Just as I started to apologize, somebody knocked at the door. Phone in hand, I ran to see who it was, and there she stood. “Desta!”

Storming into my apartment, she swept me off my feet, crushing my mouth with fierce, fiery kisses. Just like in my dream of the big-breasted woman, she pressed her chest against mine, squeezing me breathless with her powerful arms. My girl had it all: strength, beauty, and the boobs of my dreams.

“Nice dress,” she said, tugging at my satin chemise. “Take it off. I want you naked.”

Tossing me on the couch, Desta ripped off her dapper outfit. When I was totally nude and she had on nothing but a tight white undershirt and a pair of navy blue boyshorts, she dove between my legs. Holding my ankles wide apart, she attacked my pussy, licking my clit with perfect precision.

“Oh Des!” I ran my hands through her hair, loosening her ponytail until her long locks tumbled against my thighs. “God, I love your mouth!”

She growled as she sucked my clit between her ruthless lips. I watched her face between my thighs, bobbing and gulping, and it looked and even felt like she was giving me a blowjob. The very idea of ramming a huge erection down my girlfriend’s throat sent me into sensory overload.

I grabbed both my nipples and twisted them so hard it hurt. The pain danced down my body, finding my clit and exploding in Desta’s hot mouth. I tried to move on her tongue, but she had too firm a grip on my ankles. I was stuck like that until she elected to let me go.

Not yet. She kept at me, slowly now, licking up and down my slit as our gazes locked. Desta always looked so hot like that—mid-lick, fleshy pink tongue extended, tousled hair sticking to her cheeks, eyes dark with lust. If I had a picture of her looking just like that, I’d frame it and put it on the table beside my bed.

Finding my hole hot and wet, Desta made her tongue hard like a cock and pierced me with it. That wasn’t something she normally did, and the sensation was queer to me. Unfamiliar. She fucked me with her tongue, and her mouth suddenly seemed much bigger than usual. Her plump lips closed around my mound like a vacuum pump, and somehow she was sucking me and fucking me at once.

Her hands held my ankles so wide apart my legs formed a straight line, but her fingers also traced a path up my quivering belly. They found my nipples and pinched tight as little crabs, making it hurt so sweetly my body rippled and writhed.

“I’m gonna come again, baby.” My words were like steam, evaporating into the open sky. Somehow it was night-time again, and we were on top of a train, feeling its locomotion rumbling through our bodies, making my full breasts jiggle as I exploded with orgasm.

Ring ring ring ring ring!

I looked down at Desta in utter confusion, searching for the phone, asking, “Where is it? How do I answer?”

Ring ring ring ring ring!

That’s when the light from between my curtains struck me in the face, and I realized I’d been sleeping again. This had all been a dream.

Rolling out of bed, I answered the phone. I shouldn’t have been surprised that it was Desta.

“You fall asleep again?” she asked.

I laughed, glancing up at the clock. I hadn’t been out all that long. “You know me too well.”

“Get up and get dressed,” she said. The sizzle in her voice made my pussy feel hot and heavy. “And meet me at the restaurant on time. No excuses.”

“Yes ma’am,” I replied before saying goodbye.

Bed was tempting, but I didn’t go back. If my dream Desta could make me come twice in as many minutes, who knows what my real life Desta had in store?

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Eroticist Giselle Renarde is a queer Canadian, avid volunteer, contributor to more than 50 short story anthologies, and author of dozens of electronic and print books, including Anonymous, Ondine, and My Mistress’ Thighs. Ms Renarde lives across from a park with two bilingual cats who sleep on her head.

For more information on Giselle and her work, visit her website at www.wix.com/gisellerenarde/erotica or visit her Donuts and Desires blog at www.donutsdesires.blogspot.com.