The dream is always the same, with only minor variations.
Sometimes, it takes place in a park. Other times, it’s at an upscale resort. Or maybe just a neighborhood swimming pool. In one instance, it was simply at the grocery store (a mundane choice by my subconscious, I admit).
Regardless of the location, I’m always completely naked, and aroused.
So very aroused.
Thankfully, in all the dreams, the other people around me are adults.
Elderly adults, young adults, middle aged adults.
Male.
Female.
Every shade of skin tone, every body type.
Before long, I start to notice heads turn.
And then the eyes— I see people’s eyes, and the eyes speak.
Aroused. Jealous. Impressed.
Sometimes, their clothing comes off, too.
Is it bad to admit that I love it whenever that happens?
Sometimes, Vanessa is beside me, completely nude as well.
Other times, it’s just me, alone, naked in the crowd.
Either way, the feeling of eyes all over me, exploring, devouring—it’s almost more than I can bear.
I feel like my skin might burn up, my heart might explode.
I close my eyes and groan.
In one of the variations, I feel a mix of searing shame and reckless abandon.
I lie down on the ground, half-heartedly trying to cover up my manhood.
It’s no use.
My toes curl spontaneously, my body starts spasming uncontrollably, and I ejaculate in intense, sharp explosions as everyone watches.
Other times, I stand proudly, strutting my stuff and soaking in their attention.
I smile at the faces as I pass by.
I savor the look of jealousy in the face of one man as he notices how large my balls are compared to his, and even compared to a lot of what is seen in porn. I vicariously enjoy the pleasure in his face as he strokes his own erection.
I feel myself begin to shake and squirm with thrills of satisfaction when I see the look of abject arousal in the face of a mature woman staring at me, and seeing her engorged pussy dripping nectar like a freshly-sliced peach in the summer.
The best dreams are the ones where Vanessa and I are in the middle of the crowd, together.
Suddenly, I hear her gasp and moan, and look over to see her eyes closed, her full lips parted, her large bosom heaving and quivering as she touches her pussy for all to see.
Sometimes, I wake up with my underwear (or the bedsheets, if I’m not wearing anything) completely soaked through with liquid pleasure.
Other times, I wake up hard as a rock and dripping with precum, my heart threatening to burst right out of my chest.
Now, nothing even remotely this wild has ever happened to me, and probably never will.
So, the recurring dream is probably the closest I will ever get to living my fantasy (which I have shared with you all before) of being watched while masturbating or having sex.
And my goodness… whenever I dream “the dream”, the sex afterwards with Vanessa is absolutely mind-blowing!
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