I woke up Monday morning and by all accounts hoped it wasn't just a dream I'd had, but alas it was not to be. It was vivid enough that I know it was partly a dream and also my body reminding me of things I miss. My dream cycle will continue to become more vivid and intense when I'm tired and physically exhausted, which sums up my weekend just gone. I helped a friend move to a new flat on Saturday which meant I was on my feet, up and down stairs lugging boxes and building furniture from 9am to 7pm. A long day followed by some down time in the pub.
Combine the tiredness with my seasonal feeling of loneliness through lack of a partner and also incredibly horny and you have the perfect cocktail for erotic dreams/memories. I'm trying my best to find myself a partner/playmate or whatever you want to call it but it's an uphill struggle.
The dream was not particularly unusual in itself but the empty/lost feeling it left me with was unsettling. It made me long to cuddle up to someone under a blanket, playful teasing and hugs. The comfort of waking up to someone beside me, spooning up to them and wrapping my arms around them. Slow teasing of rubbing against each other before a leisurely lazy fuck, just enjoying the moment unhurried.
Alas this is just part of what I want but it's the part my body and mind are craving for. To connect with someone and have them reciprocate that feeling. I wonder if my body and mind are telling me I want to much and should be happy with what I can get. Someone said to me stop looking for Miss Right and find Miss Right Now but even that is proving to be difficult.
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