Naked Dreams

This time it was simple. I could will myself to fly. I was naked, but as long as I could fly, no one noticed or cared. I would occasionally sense another presence, someone who was a friend, maybe a lover, but they were too obscured and I had to focus on staying in the air, soaring above the crowds in the massive gallery. It seemed like the covered shops in Milan because of the architecture and the well-dressed people below.  But all dreams come to an end. I was in bed with my partner, Amy.  She sleeps soundly, so it was easy to slip out of the bed and make my way out without disturbing her. I went straight to my comfy couch where my laptop waited, my gateway to release on sleepless nights. She knew about it and it was ok because we have different needs, mine tending more toward daily stimulation. So, I connected with people online. Always anonymous and usually with female avatars in private chats. But sometimes there were group chats that included men with lots of talk about deep penetration and the urgent need to cum, to explode inside of me.  But tonight, it was different. The dream was so beautiful and sensual I wanted to connect with someone who, like me, needed to make a new connection and share new experiences. The laptop was on now and I thought of going to a multi-player role playing game that had avatars, private chat and I knew of a space there that was LGBTQ friendly.  Within minutes I noticed someone there who was being quieter than the rest and I had a feeling about her. Tara was her character’s name. She was beautiful. Petite body, long, curly red hairy and cute freckles. She answered my chat and it was clear right away that we were both there to explore. I offered her a virtual joint. She laughed and toked virtually. In reality, we both went and poured some wine. We decided to go somewhere more private and found a spot to park our avatars in a pretty grassy spot beside a small creek. Now we focused on the chat. Tara had a laser sharp wits and a sense of adventure like mine. I learned she was on the East Coast like me and she was in a relationship, again like me, in which there was great love, but we had higher drive than our partners. We kissed. I was surprised, not ready for how real it felt. Even though it was really just chatting about our lips meeting, feeling their softness and the press of our tongues into each other’s, I felt that swirling excitement of a first kiss. It nearly took my breath away.  We explored each other’s bodies with our chats, our hands touching and caressing soft skin, slipping under clothing before we undressed. I found my way to her small, firm breasts and their now-hard nipples, she scratched my back a little too hard and I swear I could feel the jolt of pain from that. In real life we were both rubbing and caressing our own pussies, occasionally breaking character to talk about how wet we were getting or when, after we undressed each other, I kissed and then sucked her hard little button of a clit into my mouth, in real life I told her I was rubbing around my clit in fast little circles, getting closer, feeling the swelling of a wave inside. We both came and didn’t stop...we both wanted more and kept each other on edge, building to climax after climax. It was one of my most intense sexual experiences ever whether real or imagined, because after all, much of this was just our imaginations joined in a private chat, coaxing each other into spasms of great pleasure.  Tara and I became late night friends and met many more times. She told me how everything we did improved her sexual relationship with her spouse. I think it really did. For me, it took a burden off my partner, relieving her of feeling the expectation to always try to keep up with my needs. What a special time that was.