Unexpected Sex Dreams

Who doesn’t love a good sex dream? Hell, without sex dreams, i have no writing career. My best work is all inspired by some form of sex dreams. The thing with sex dreams is, they let that part of the psyche free, let us savage or be savaged, romance or be romanced, do or be […]

Who doesn’t love a good sex dream?

Hell, without sex dreams, i have no writing career. My best work is all inspired by some form of sex dreams. The thing with sex dreams is, they let that part of the psyche free, let us savage or be savaged, romance or be romanced, do or be done unto, in ways we might not let ourselves in waking hours.

The funny thing, though, is often the whom; who gets into our sexual psyche in ways that percolate through the layers of strata and turn up in the watershed of dreams.

A blond star of a teens-in-beverly-hills teevee show; a composite character built of a Greg Rucka character and local tattoo scene people; game show hosts and small time stars, friends or relations or people we’ve never even met, yet know from afar.

Who knows why. I can’t make heads or tails of what makes my sexual subconscious glom onto one particular person, nor why sometimes it will fabricate a person from raw material. God know i have no control over it, lest I’d have savaged many a starlet and schoolmate and co-worker and blog-reader.

In any case, last night i had a particularly vivid sex dream about Seska. And I have no idea why.

It isn’t like I’ve been anywhere near her site in the last year or two (or three), though I’ll admit to having been a big fan way back in the day when ‘amateur’ sites were generally free and wild and no one had yet figured out they could make money taking dirty pictures of themselves and their friends and posting them on line.

Yet there she was in my head last night, in a dream that’s sadly now fading. I remember a large house, and many, many people, who seemed almost to be touring her house, as if they bused people in for a ‘tour of the porn star’s pleasure palace’.

And then i had her to myself and there was a great deal of kissing, though something seemed always to interrupt us, straggling tourists, calls, the usual series of starts and stops and frustrations one can encounter in dreams.

Finally though, I locked the bedroom door and we wound up not quite making it to the bed, and she opened her legs to me there on the floor as i pushed aside a filmy red nighty, and with the freedom of dreams, she guided my condom-free cock into herself, and showed me the sort of faces you can see on her site, and moaned by name.

Usually, almost always, my dreams end before penetration. As if the adrenaline and arousal form an internal alarm clock. Oh-so-many times I’ve woken with a start, a morphean coitus-interruptus, annoyed with myself for my dream’s inability to consummate the act.

This dream was different; i can still feel the inside of her, smell the sexy-sweet girl scent of her. This is where in envy the women I know who can climax in dreams, because it’s something I’ve not done since I was a teenager; and so I woke, unsatisfied, yet with my mind full of girl-scent and the bodies-merged feeling still lingering on my skin.

I still have no idea, though, why Seska. But I’m not complaining.

Oh, and let’s hear some of your odd sex dream subjects. The weirder the better.

Sex and Candy

Songs about Sex and Candy. To suit a sweet new look for the Moronosphere:      Hangin’ round downtown by myself      And I had too much caffeine      And I was thinkin’ ’bout myself      And then there she was      In double platform suede      Yeah there she was      Like disco lemonade    […]

Songs about Sex and Candy. To suit a sweet new look for the Moronosphere:



     Hangin’ round downtown by myself
     And I had too much caffeine
     And I was thinkin’ ’bout myself
     And then there she was
     In double platform suede
     Yeah there she was
     Like disco lemonade
     I smell sex and candy here

Or we could try:



     The Candy Man can
     ‘Cause he mixes it with love
     And makes the world taste good

Or a little different feel:



     Candy asked me if she died
     if I could go on
     of course I said I couldn’t
     and of course we knew that’s wrong
     but candy, I said, candy no you can’t do that to me
     because you love me way too much
     for you to ever leave

Or we could add a little chili pepper spice:



     Step into a heaven
     Where I keep it on the soulside
     Girl please me
     Be my soul bride
     Every woman
     Has a piece of Aphrodite
     Copulate to create
     A state of sexual light
     Kissing her virginity
     My affinity
     I mingle with the gods
     I mingle with devinity

     Blood sugar baby
     She’s magik
     Sex magik sex magik

And we dare not forget:



     When you need a friend through thick and thin
     Don’t look to those above you.
     When you’re down and out, ain’t no doubt
     Nobody wants you.

     But you’re rock candy baby
     Hard, sweet and sticky.
     Rock candy baby
     Hard, sweet and sticky.

Sugar and Sex. Celebrate the the rites of love, my friends. Feed your love on sugar candy, and fuck him/her half to death.

satinslippers.com offline

Satin Slippers – one of the net’s best erotic sites, is (temporarily we hope) off line. I’m trying to get details from the People Who Know about if/when it will come back. This is the site where my stories (Wanton, Man with the Bag, etc) were hosted, though I’ve got ’em here now.

Satin Slippers – one of the net’s best erotic sites, is (temporarily we hope) off line. I’m trying to get details from the People Who Know about if/when it will come back.

This is the site where my stories (Wanton, Man with the Bag, etc) were hosted, though I’ve got ’em here now.

Dress You Up in My Love

I had an oddly hot dream last night, after not being able to get to sleep until very, very late. It has to have been inspired by an episode of Project Runway (and I’ll have to put off talking about that show for a bit because of the promise I made myself not to talk […]

I had an oddly hot dream last night, after not being able to get to sleep until very, very late.

It has to have been inspired by an episode of Project Runway (and I’ll have to put off talking about that show for a bit because of the promise I made myself not to talk about any more reality teevee).

I was dressing a woman up in lacy, pretty, elegant lingerie. She was a tall, stunning brunette with a perfect figure, and I was choosing things for her to put on while she modeled them for me; garter belts, bra and panty sets, bustier sorta things. Garters and more garters, and some other things that might have been nighties and might have been very suggestive evening clothes, I’m not sure.

The clothes are kind of a blur to me now, I just recall fancy, very lacy things in a number of colors, maroon, pink, black, jade green.

What I recall, though, is the feeling of dressing this woman up almost like a living barbie doll; the subtle dominant/submissive feeling it had, her doing what I told her, putting on what I chose for her and modeling it for me while I sat watching, directing her to pose for me, to show herself off for me.

I woke up with the image in my head, watching her put on a lacy, fussy garter belt at my direction. It’s been with me all day, that image.

Santa’s Little Whore

I love what I find in my sitemeter. I got hits today on the phrase “Santa’s Little Whore”. I love it. C’mere, Santa’s Little Whore, wherever you are!

I love what I find in my sitemeter.

I got hits today on the phrase “Santa’s Little Whore”.

I love it. C’mere, Santa’s Little Whore, wherever you are!

Santas and Hackers

So evidently sometime yesterday, a group of bad-boy hackers got in through a back door on our host server. They didn’t do anything that we can find other than to steal bandwidth to do a buch of port-scanning, though we’re doing a more complete scan. No harm no foul as far as moronoblogs are concerned, […]

So evidently sometime yesterday, a group of bad-boy hackers got in through a back door on our host server. They didn’t do anything that we can find other than to steal bandwidth to do a buch of port-scanning, though we’re doing a more complete scan. No harm no foul as far as moronoblogs are concerned, our database is free of corruption (well, other than that which we put there our own selves).

But I just wanted to tip the hat to Brandon who spent his friday doing battle with the forces of evil. As far as I know, he got the security hole plugged late last night, with very little help from me. Time for me to study up on security so I can be more use next time.


So I’d intended to (try to) repeat last year’s bad santa challenge, and do another holiday-themed dirty story. I’ve utterly failed at that, not even starting such a story. Maybe next year I’ll do better, but meantime, you owe it to yourself to read these wonderful tails of holiday depravity:

Because Papa Noel is a Bad Bad Man.

I’d love to have more to add to this collection, so if any of you feel motivated to write a holiday-themed erotic tale, by all means, do. They don’t all have to be santa-themed, nor even specifically xmas.

And I need to get myself writing again. It’s in there, I just can’t seem to get it out.

Chicas de calendario de los años 70s

This is what girls looked like when I learned just how much I really liked girls. That’s from a ‘Chicas de calendario de los años 70s‘ collection – 70s pinups from Spain. (found as usual, on BB) Man, what a difference from today’s porn.

This is what girls looked like when I learned just how much I really liked girls.


Picture 2

That’s from a ‘Chicas de calendario de los años 70s‘ collection – 70s pinups from Spain.

(found as usual, on BB)

Man, what a difference from today’s porn.

Dirty Pirates

Here’s one for my XXX-mas wish list: Pirates! (actually I’m not a big fan of glossy production porn, I’m more the dirty-debutants type, but still, pirates…) Props to Nymph at ErosBlog for that one. Give us a kiss, Nymph!

Here’s one for my XXX-mas wish list:

Pirates!Piratemovie

(actually I’m not a big fan of glossy production porn, I’m more the dirty-debutants type, but still, pirates…)

Props to Nymph at ErosBlog for that one. Give us a kiss, Nymph!

Long Dark Car

Time for a dirty story. This is a slight expansion upon one of the best sex dreams I’ve ever had. This was a long time ago, and certainly, some of the dream detail is lost, and thus replaced with the writer’s waking imagination. Still, the basic details are direct from the dream. In the dream […]

Time for a dirty story.

This is a slight expansion upon one of the best sex dreams I’ve ever had. This was a long time ago, and certainly, some of the dream detail is lost, and thus replaced with the writer’s waking imagination. Still, the basic details are direct from the dream. In the dream the ending was, as all my sex dreams, a too-soon waking; so the ending here is of the writer’s-waking-imagination kind. But somehow the sudden ending didn’t satisfy.

Read more “Long Dark Car”

Sex Dreams and Dirty Stories

Somehow sex dreams are the source of a lot of my best erotic writing. I’ve got a piece finished, but I think I need to proof read it one more time before I post it. It should be up tomorrow sometime. It feels good to finish one, even if it’s a short piece.

Somehow sex dreams are the source of a lot of my best erotic writing.

I’ve got a piece finished, but I think I need to proof read it one more time before I post it. It should be up tomorrow sometime.

It feels good to finish one, even if it’s a short piece.