Okay, so you know how I usually have my sex dreams in soft porn? This one takes some beating.
I went to bed at about 10 last night, which is early for me. I was being good and really needing some concentrated rest, and presumed that going to bed at 10 would mean I got more sleep. It worked... sort of. I was dozing by about half past, and by some point around eleven I was properly asleep, during which I had the following dream:
I was wanking while watching a soft porn scene starring two hardcore actors (at least, I assume I was watching - this was all I could see). This scene doesn't actually exist, and I've forgotten who the hardcore stars were. I don't watch enough hardcore to have an in-depth knowledge of their identities, so let's say Peter North and Laura Angel. I found it unusual that they were appearing in softcore... and strangely enough, so did they. North was in fact narrating how unusual he found it, and kept putting his cock in different places to find which one was most comfortable (apart from inside Laura Angel; this was, after all, softcore). At one point, I said out loud, "of course, both he and she usually do hardcore," at which they nodded sagely, as they could, of course, hear me.
I felt like I as about to orgasm, so I scrolled back (I know, right?!) to the beginning of the film, and got ready to let loose, when I... woke up.
It was 11:30. I hadn't even been asleep for an hour, and since I'd woken up in the middle of it, the dream was fresh in my mind. I was horny too, with an almost apoplectic rage storming through my crotch. I wrapped my hand around my own cock - feeling possibly one of the biggest erections I've ever experienced. I considered dealing with it myself - finishing the job the dream had so graphically started. But I couldn't. I just couldn't finish. I was so hard it was starting to hurt, but I just knew I wouldn't be able to finish the job. What's more, I wasn't even able to go back to sleep, either - half of me wanted to get back into that dream, while the other half wanted a blowjob, but the persistent voice in my ear came from the shoulder angel telling me that I really should just try and get to sleep.
I went and made myself a hot chocolate, and sat up in bed for a while, thinking of the dream that was still buzzing through my mind, the faces and bodies of the two having pretend sex, and exactly how I had felt when I was nearing the climax that never came.
I didn't get much sleep for the rest of the night.