Three Sex Dreams

[pantryslut]

1.
with apologies to S.

The famous chef takes me out to dinner, but it’s not a dinner he has cooked, nor is it his restaurant. He leads me to a secluded booth. Instead of a table, there is a bed. There is no food, but still there are waiters, they pull aside the curtains every few minutes and ask, “Is everything all right? Can I get you something?”

2.

Phallic symbol. Phallic symbol. Phallic symbol. Phallic symbol. Phallic symbol. Phallic symbol. Phallic symbol. Phallic symbol. Phallic symbol. Phallic symbol. Phallic symbol. Phallic symbol. Phallic symbol. Phallic symbol. Phallic symbol.

Forest.


3.

He knows that I have wet dreams when I am lying beside him, that I come in my sleep. He asks me in the morning, stroking my hair, what I was dreaming. I can’t tell him shapes, colors, tastes upon my tongue, I can’t tell him it was you, over and over, you and you and you and you and then the alarm would wake me up, over and over again, recursively because he’d think I was flattering him and anyway that’s an old dream, I can’t tell him they spread my thighs and forced my mouth open and I can’t tell him it wasn’t a dream, I was awake and you were beside me and sometimes that’s all it takes so I tell him hands, many hands, hands all over my body, anonymous hands, big hands, rough hands and he smiles as if I’ve told him a secret.

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