Lucid Dream

A lucid dream is a type of dream in which the dreamer becomes aware that they are dreaming while dreaming.

During a lucid dream, the dreamer may gain some amount of control over the dream characters, narrative, or environment.

What would happen if an erotica writer gains power over her dreams?

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Dream slammed her laptop shut with exhaustion. She's an erotica writer passion and today she was out of ideas. She had been staring at the same blank page for hours now and nothing was coming to her.

"Shit!" she muttered to herself out loud as she got up from her chair and started to pace. Every idea she had that morning was spent and gone now.

She ran her hands through her hair, trying to think of a new scene, a new concept. But nothing was coming to her, and the clock was ticking and deadlines were looming. She forced herself to sit back down and open her laptop again, but all she saw was the same blank page.

It was then, in a moment of desperation, that she stood up again and walked around the tiny apartment. She searched for somewhere new to sit and hopefully some inspiration would come with it, but nothing. Just the same blank walls and empty ideas.

Giving up, she slammed her laptop shut once more and flopped down on the couch in frustration. "Stupid writer's block," she muttered as she curled up into a ball and tried to fall asleep. Maybe if she woke up with a fresh new perspective, the ideas would come to her.

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Dream awoke slowly, and as she stirred in her sleep, she felt the soft, warm sensation of something licking her...down there.

WAIT!?

Her eyes flashed open and she realized with some shock that there was a man between her legs, pleasuring her with his tongue. She couldn't see the man's face but she felt an inner warmth course through her from the oral attention.

The man didn't stop however, and her eyes shifted shut again as pleasure began to course through her.

"Ughhhh shit," She tangled her fingers through his hair until the sensation was too much to handle, and she let out a low moan as he increased his efforts. She felt herself quickly coming to the brink of orgasm, and her body convulsed with pleasure as her breathing quickened.

The man stopped shortly afterwards, and they both just laid there for a few moments, basking in the afterglow.

Finally, Dream opened her eyes and sat up, looking around the room in confusion. The man was now nowhere to be seen. She recalls that he laid beside her just seconds ago.

Suddenly, the writer sensed something different about the room she was in; for some reason, she felt like she was in the realm of her own imagination. She looked around for something familiar, but everything seemed strangely alien and surreal to her.

"What the fuck...?" only now that she realized the she's not in her room. Instead...her bed is up above the clouds! Literally!

"A-am I dreaming!? Holy shit---" she paused before pinching herself, HARD! However, there's no pain! She wasn't in pain when she pinched herself!

A wave of understanding hit her like a deferred epiphany. She finally realised what was happening and her face lit up as she realised she was having a lucid dream.

"Holy shit I AM DREAMING! What the fuck?"

She spun around and looked around the surroundings again, filled with a newfound awe and appreciation of the endless possibilities before her. She was both excited and scared, feeling elated at the same time as feeling a little uneasy about the control she now had over her own dream.

But she quickly pushed away the negative feelings and focused her attention on her dream. If she could control it, then she could create a story told entirely from her own subconscious.

"I want to be fucked by Ymar from PS Men." Dream thought to herself. If she's truly having a lucid dream, then this is her chance to make her lustful dreams come true!

The writer felt a strange, almost primal urge take over her body. Dream was too excited, it's making her wet. She let out a deep sigh and closed her eyes as the vision of a dark and handsome man came into her head. He seemed to have a certain lustful sadism about him, and that only served to make her more aroused.

"Yes," she thought to herself, "I want to be taken by this man - I want to feel his dominance and power over me. I want him to ravish me until I'm reduced to a willing puppet at his mercy."

The writer opened her eye, much to her amusement, the man named Ymar did came to life. The surrounding also changed into a decent...hotel room with the lights turned off.

"Turn around," said Ymar, which she immediately obeyed.

Ymar stepped up behind her, his strong arms wrapping around her as his lips met the back of her neck. She could feel his breath on her skin as his hands roamed her body. She felt her skin heat with passion and arousal.

"Ughhhh," she moaned as be began to tug and pull at her clothing, eager to feel her bare skin against his. She backed up against the bed and let him continue his exploration.

"Ummmm, you like this mmm?" His tongue and fingers moved expertly, teasing and pleasing her in ways she never thought possible.

Dream whimpered, "Fuck me please..."

He positioned himself above her, his hands grasping her tightly and his body undulating as he entered her.

She gasped as his thrusts grew deeper and harder, pleasure building within her as he drove her pleasure higher and higher. She could feel her pleasure clasping around him, her orgasm cresting within her as her screams of ecstasy cascaded into the air.

The sound of her cries and the warmth of his embrace were a reminder that this dream was one to remember.

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The sun had just begun to rise over the horizon, casting golden rays of light over the sky. Dream, woke from an erotic lucid dream, satisfied. She felt a light sweat on her body and her heart racing.

Dream sat up in her bed, lifting her head from her pillow and stretching as the sunlight streamed into her bedroom. She took a deep breath and closed her eyes, recalling the details of her dream.

In LAST her dream, she finds herself lying in the middle of a large bed, surrounded by four men – Levi, Mysta, Titus and Deku. She can feel their hands and lips caressing and exploring her body, and a rush of pleasure coursing through her veins. Their touch is gentle yet passionate, and they move together in perfect unison, slowly massaging her every curve as the night passes.

The writer absorbs every sensation her body feels as the men continue to pleasure her. Their fingers explore her innermost depths, and she feels a sense of freedom she's never felt before, even in her own lucid dreams.

Eventually, the all-consuming sensation of pleasure reaches its peak and she moans out with pleasure and satisfaction. The sensation lingers long after her dream fades away and she wakes up still feeling the pleasure, a contented smile spreading across her face.

Dream remembers the dream clearly and with a fondness she has never felt before. She knows it was something special and unique.

As the images and sensations replayed in her mind, she found her writing taking a new direction - she suddenly felt inspired to weave in some of the dream imagery into an update of the book she was working on.

The writer paused for a moment, thinking of the new possibilities. She started typing furiously, letting the dream become the new inspiration for the story she was telling. She found herself in a trance like state as she moved from one scene to the next, feeling the sensual pleasure that had been a part of her dream.

After hours of typing, she stopped, feeling exhausted but also invigorated by the creative experience. The update to her book was full of vivid details from her dream and, now with new inspiration to work with, the writer felt like a new chapter was unfolding in her life.

In her mind she was wishing that THAT opportunity would come by pass her again.