Two more dreams

While choisi` was dreaming the birth of the Monastery, I was dreaming the romantic parallel. That I had such a dream at all is remarkable. I don’t believe I’d ever dreamed of an online sexual partner after the first session, no matter how passionate. I’d certainly never had a dream that referenced the online play directly. But I did that night.

For the past several weeks, choisi` had been trying to arrange a live get-together for #Masturbation regulars – something many of us thought a wonderful idea. Unfortunately, it proved impractical. But as choisi` was having her dream, I was dreaming that a taxi was pulling up to a lone house at the top of a secluded hill – the site of that gathering. Inside, I was greeted by a woman in a bathrobe who told me that everyone was out back by the pond, as I knew they would be. She told me that the rules were that we undress before going out there, and I should hurry because choisi` was on pins and needles waiting for me.

I tossed my clothes aside, stepped out the back door and started down the hill towards the pond below and the large rocks scattered around it. Before I was halfway down, choisi` spotted me and dashed into my arms. After an enthusiatic kiss, she declared that the one thing I absolutely had to do while I was there is make love to her exactly as I did in our first online session.

Already hard, I lay her back on a large flat stone and did exactly what I had described, kiss for kiss, lick for lick, stroke for stroke. She laughed with pleasure before getting lost in the moans and groans of deeper ecstasy. The others came over to watch as we spent a half hour totally caught up in the joy of each other.

Both our dreams reached a climax with the same image: My taking her as my own on a stone slab in front of witnesses. It was as if we’d shared that image as we slept, with choisi` giving it a BDSM context and I giving it a romantically kinky one.

But if that sharing made me suspect a deep connection between us, it was another dream several nights later that convinced me beyond doubt. And while this third dream was in many ways the most powerful of the three that helped launch us on our journey together, It is the only one of the three for which I do not remember details, except for two.

I do have a vague recollection that, unlike the other two dreams, this one was not overtly erotic. In it, choisi` and I were clearly lovers, but there was no sexual content. I have a clear recollection, though, of how she looked..

I had seen photos of choisi`. They were like the one you see here. And that is how I had seen her in my mind as I thought of her, how I had seen her in that first dream. But this time, her dream image was more vivid, more lifelike, And different.

The next night, upon finding her online, I described the dream and told her how clearly I saw her. But, I said, in this dream her hair was redder. And she had freckles. That is when she sent me snapshots of herself with some friends. No arranged lighting, make-up, no glamour, just choisi` going about her daily life.

He hair was redder.

She had freckles!

She was beautiful beyond my expectations, but exactly as I dreamed.

I literally had to catch my breath. I gasped, and I grinned. She could have sent me a picture on herself stark naked, glistening with sweat, fucking herself as she moaned my name, and that could not have excited me as much as those pictures of her demurely dressed, looking like...... Her! The exact Her I had seen as I slept the night before.

I knew beyond all doubt that our connection could never be passed off as a mere cybercrush This was no little online infatuation. We were paired in a way that no other relationships in our lives could replace or threaten.