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What your sexy dreams really mean?

Published 06/25/2012 by Sensi Boutique

Aside from being a naughty bedtime treat, your sizzling visions give  a fascinating peek into your psyche. At some point, we’ve all gotten lucky in dreamland. Whether your racy reverie is red hot(bedding Josh Hartnett) or just strange (knocking boots with the guy who signs your paycheck), there’s a reason why it popped into your head. “

Sexy dreams reveal your desires and anxieties,” says Gillian Holloway, PhD, author of Erotic Dreams.“Your subconscious uses these raw, lustful situations to sort out emotions you may not be confronting in waking life.” Sure, maybe you already know dreams serve as a portal to your psyche, but you might not realize how obscure their implications can be. In fact, your dirtiest scenes often aren’t about sex at all.


Oh, and those “innocent” imaginings where you’re flying in the sky or brushing your hair? Loaded with sexual meaning. While everyone’s nocturnal fantasies and day-to-day issues vary, Cosmo asked dream experts to shed light on the most common sexy shut-eye musings. Get the scoop before bed tonight.


Getting Passionate with a Wacky Partner

A dream where you’re scorching the sheets with your boss or best buddy? Yikes. Although you may assume this scandalous vision means you harbor hot-and-heavy feelings, the actual implications are generally PG. “You probably admire a quality that person possesses and want to develop it within yourself,” explains Patricia Garfield, PhD, author of Creative Dreaming. Maybe you crave the head honcho’s success or wish you had your friend’s confidence.

On lucky nights, a Hollywood hottie, like Patrick Dempsey, might make a guest appearance. While celeb sex dreams could just be mental candy your brain has cooked up for fun, there’s probably more to it. “To singles, it’s a reminder that amazing prospects are out there, and it also clues you in to the kind of man you want,” says Garfield.

If you’re already one half of a twosome, it may point to a yearning for a trait your guy lacks or — if you’re blissfully content — affirm you’ve scored with a star-quality man. In this case, you’ve found your McDreamy.

No Place to Get Busy

You’re on a hunt for a place to have sex with your man, but problems arise that make hooking up impossible. “This suggests a loss of intimacy between you and him,” explains Holloway. “Women tend to have this dream before or after a breakup.” Although you’ve struggled to make it work, something — like mismatched goals — has prevented it.

However, if you and your man are happily coupled, the dream may indicate that there’s an obstacle you’re trying to overcome — maybe it’s a long-distance issue or even just that you’re unsure what the future holds.

Having Sex for All  to See

Right in the middle of a XXX romp, you suddenly realize you’re onstage or in a roomful of people…with all eyes on you. “If the crowd makes you self-conscious, you could be worried that people are gossiping about your relationship,” says Holloway. Think about it: Are you afraid your pals don’t like him? Did  you start dating while he was still with someone else? On the other  hand, should being in the spotlight feel deliciously naughty, it means  you have a hankering to flaunt your sizzling sex life to the world.

Cheating  on Your Man

It’s pretty unsettling to imagine getting busy  behind your guy’s back. “You usually dream of sleeping with someone else  soon after taking a major relationship step, like getting engaged,”  says Holloway. “Any uneasiness about making such a huge life change can  manifest in your dreams.” It doesn’t mean you have regrets; you’re just  experiencing normal concerns, like that you’re missing out on other  potential mates or you’ll one day discover he’s not right for you.

On the flip side: “If your man’s the unfaithful one, ask yourself if  you’re resenting him for some reason,” suggests Holloway. “This dream  can expose feelings of emotional abandonment, like maybe he’s working a  lot or you’re more serious about your bond than he is.”


Flying Through the Sky

You’ve had a mind-blowing booty session recently, right? That would explain why you’re soaring in your sleep. “The freewheeling rush you get from whizzing through the air could be a mental celebration of great sex,” explains Garfield. “The thrilling sensations in the dream are similar to the high you experience when you climax.” If you haven’t had a hot hookup lately, the aerial illusions may be related to an intense romantic encounter, like going out with a guy you really like or hearing the L word from your beau for the first time.

A  Man Holding a Phallic Object Appears

Okay, if you dream of a guy with a baseball bat in hand or a log hoisted under his arm, heads up. “It means there’s a man in your life whom you’re attracted to, but either you’re not fully aware of your feelings or you don’t want to admit you’re into him,” says Holloway. The object of your affection may be someone who is totally not your type or an off-limits guy, like your man’s best bud. And just so you know, the guy you’re secretly lusting after may not necessarily be the hose-wielding hottie in your reverie.

An Animal  Encounter

When a stallion makes a late-night appearance, it suggests you’re getting in touch with your wild side. “Galloping on a horse symbolizes that you feel alive, liberated, and in control sexually,” says Holloway. The rhythm and speed of riding feels similar to the steady tempo of sex (as does any rhythmic motion, from swinging to climbing stairs, notes Garfield), and being atop a huge, powerful animal echoes the exhilaration of being with a man.

Not all animal-related scenarios are positive though. If scaly reptiles give you the heebie-jeebies, then a snake nightmare (hello, talk about phallic!) points to worries you have, possibly about sex, according to Gayle Delaney, PhD, author of All About Dreams. “Also, most people connect snakes with being sneaky,” adds Garfield. “This dream could signal you’ve subconsciously picked up on the fact that a guy you’ve been seeing is using you for sex or hiding something about his sexual past.” Call it intuition…in fantasy form.

You  Suddenly Have Superlong Locks

Envisioning a Rapunzel-like mane while mid-REM serves as a carnal wake-up call — you have been putting sex on the back burner and are ready to devote due energy to satisfying your erotic drive. “Long hair represents sensuality and femininity, encouraging you to let your natural impulses rule,” says Holloway. So stop snoozing on your sex life and seek out the kind of action you’ve only, uh, dreamed of.

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Morning Calls

Published 03/26/2012 by Sensi Boutique

The scent of fresh cut grass fills the room, as a soft breeze enters the bedroom. Jessie walks in silently and sees Heather asleep laying under the comforter, one bare leg out. The beginning dawn is barely lighting up the bedroom with an orange glow– the start of a beautiful crisp day. Quietly, she undresses down to her underwear, slides into the bed with her naked lover, and kisses the sleeping beauty on her neck. Jess watches as Heather sleeps, quietly in awe of her breathtaking lady.
With a soft moan, Heather turns around, stretches out and wraps her arms around Jessie’s neck and whispers, “Good morning, baby.”
Jess leans down and kisses Heather on the lips, slides the rest of her clothing off, tossing it to the floor. Soft hands touch her back; Heather moves her hips and kisses Jessie’s neck moving down to her breasts. Breathing heavily, Jess moves along with Heather, their bodies moving slowly in a rhythm all their own. Her lover spreads her legs apart and a soft sigh escapes her mouth, as Jessie moves down her soft caramel skin. Jess uses her tongue and hands to explore the most sensitive parts of Heather’s body. Her back arches and she trembles with lust, as J finds the hard throbbing heat of passion, and lifts her hip to allow her to take in her tongue, her fingers. Heather begins to shake and as she reaches her peak she grabs onto Jessie’s hair and tugs on her short hair, squeezing her legs around head.
When her lover releases her legs, she crawls back up and kisses her, smearing her with her own juices. Hot with desire, she rubs herself against the hottest place on their bodies. Clit to clit, breast to breast, mouth to mouth. Heather whispers sweet words in her ear, telling her how much she’s been wanting, longing for her to take her like that.
“This was like my dream last night,” Heather says.
Together their bodies move as one, sweaty glistening bodies and lips locked together. Jessie feeling exhausted from a night’s work lays down on her belly, as Heather straddles her at the waist and rubs her back. Her massage puts Jess to a gentle slumber — until she is awakened with a soft wet tongue running along her back. Chills run up and down her spine and she is awake and ready for more. She turns around suddenly and sits up greeting Heather’s face with kisses on her eye lids, her nose, her cheeks, her mouth, hands cupping her face. Heather (horny lil rabbit, as she is, is eager for more) wraps her legs around J’s waist and she moves like she is dancing. Grinding her, hips moving in circles one way then another, slow, fast. H’s nails digging into Jess’s back. J pulling on her long dark hair. The only sound heard is their heavy breathing…. in the distance, birds are chirping…. just as the morning sun shines into their room.


a quickie to start the week off right from



The New Bed

Published 03/16/2012 by Sensi Boutique

Linda and I had been a couple for over a year when we decided to move in together. It had taken us a few weeks to settle on this great house with a rent to own option. The only problem was Linda wanted a different bed. She thought it would be better to start our lives together with a new one. She believed we couldn’t possibly screw under our new roof in either of our old beds where we had fucked past girlfriends and it might bring bad energy into our new commitment. I thought spending the money would bring bad energy to my bank account but I’m a pushover for whatever Linda wants.
She and I combed the local furniture stores in search of the perfect and reasonably priced bed of our dreams. It took all day and by the time I was about to fall face first into a couch from exhaustion, I heard her giddy squeal of delight.
“That’s the one.”
She pointed in the direction of the biggest bed I had ever seen in my life. It was a monster. The thing was dark, almost a black finish with thick ribbed posts that spiraled up towards a wrought iron canopy.
“Dear God, it’s huge. It will take over the whole damn house.”
I looked at her with an are you insane expression on my face.
Linda’s normally chocolate brown eyes were sparkling hazel. Her luscious mouth was puckered in a pout. She used this tactic when she wanted to persuade me into doing something I’d regret later.
“It won’t seem so big when we are in it. Why I bet it will even be cozy,” she cooed allowing her faint southern accent to thicken for effect. Her long brown hair fell seductively across her cheek as she pulled me closer, “I won’t let you feel cold or lonely,” she purred.
Her breath on my ear was hot and moist and I felt my loins twinge while my cunt became wet at the prospect of her keeping me warm. She was gorgeous and she knew it. Linda was an expert at the art of seduction and getting people to see things her way.
“How much does it cost?” I leaned in to whisper in her ear allowing my tongue to flirtatiously lick her lobe.
“It’s on sale and an absolute steal,” she exclaimed.
Her eyes danced with a look of glee and accomplishment. I’ll never understand it. Linda can be all feminine wiles and sexiness personified one minute but mention the words “On Sale” and she becomes a rabid, bargain hunter with all thoughts of lust gone from her mind.
“Define ‘On Sale,” I said forcefully.
“Three thousand dollars and they have great financing options. Now I know it sounds like a lot. . . .”
“A lot doesn’t cover it,” I bellowed forgetting I was in a public place.
“Now, Honey, look at it as an investment. We’ll have it forever and when you look at it that way, three thousand isn’t so much.”
She was stroking my hair and gazing into my eyes with a lover’s look that said she’d make it worth my while. I was certain my hardening nipples would show through the thin white cotton of my t-shirt.
It was no more than an hour later when we arrived home with the furniture truck pulling in the drive behind us. It took four burly men to carry the hulk into our room. When they had finished they dragged themselves out to their truck. The guys looked like they had been at war with the bed and lost several battles before claiming their victory. As they left, I had to wonder how many backaches and pulled muscles there were between them.
I thought the thing was big in the showroom but in our house it was almost indescribably massive. Our master bedroom, with its ten foot vaulted ceilings, was dwarfed by the oak and iron beast. Its columns were as thick as a small tree trunks and the metal canopy nearly arched to the ceiling. There was hardly any space around the sides of the mattress and I had to check to make sure it wasn’t poking out of the windows. I wondered if there would still be room for us.
“Good grief, Linda it’s like trying to fit an elephant into a Volkswagen,” I said moving over to the giant.
Even she seemed taken aback by the sheer size of our new possession.
“Um, well sort of. . . but I think we can make it work.”
She moved towards the bed and scaled the sides to plop herself in the middle of the mattress.
“Why don’t you come over here and try it out? The pillow top is amazing.”
I moved over to the bed. The damn mattress was up to my hips. I needed a fucking ladder. It was so high up a person could get a nose bleed up there, but when I realized Linda had begun to pleasure herself, pinching her nipples and rubbing her rosy clit. I decided where there is a will there is a way.
“Hey, don’t get started without me,” I teased while taking a leap onto the beast.
“I wondered what was keeping you,” she said.
“I had to figure out how to get up here,” I said. “You should compensate me for my efforts.”
I pulled her to me, pressing her body against mine.
Linda placed her lips on mine. She opened my mouth with her tongue and I returned the gesture by slowly sucking it. She moaned and ran her hands across my body. We removed each other’s clothes seductively. . There was no need to rush. A soft rain was falling against the windows, it was the perfect weather to stay in and we had nowhere to be.
Once we were naked, Linda playfully broke from our embrace to move towards one of the massive bedposts. She sensually rubbed it with her hands while she stuck her robust buttocks outward. Her ass was divine. It was a perfectly plump, round creation that begged to be squeezed.
“These columns could be fun with a little ribbon. . . or rope,” she teased.
“How about this?” I grabbed the silk scarf Linda had been wearing as a belt from behind me on the bed.
I closed in on her and rubbed her butt with my hands. Instinctively, she hugged the post and I secured her wrists to it, making sure the sash was tight enough but not too tight. We’d never engaged in any serious bondage. I had always been into it, but I didn’t think it was her bag. One stick of my finger into her wet cunt confirmed she was excited, more excited than I had ever felt her. She moaned as I plundered her neck and shoulders with my tongue. I ground my swollen clit against her ass in a circular motion as I felt my juices flow.
With Linda unable to move, embracing the pole like a third participant, I plunged more fingers into her wet, hot pussy. I moved them around touching every inch of her love box while my free hand squeezed her breast and pinched its nipple.
“Fuck me hard,” she pleaded.
“Like this?” I rammed my hand further into the recesses of her cunt digging my nails into her breast.
“More. I need more.”
She pushed her ripe butt cheeks against my engorged clit. I was hard as a phallus and near climax.
I thrust my hips into her ass forcing her pussy against the ribbing of the bedpost. It abusively massaged her clit while I tore at her cunt with my fingers. I clamped her breast with my hand tugging at it to cause her erotic pain. She thrust herself backwards to me, unable to handle the ecstasy of my body working in cadence with the pole.
I bit the base of her neck to express my disapproval and forced her against the post. She moved her pussy in circular motions on my hand nearly enveloping it in her sticky sweetness. I moaned and clenched my jaw as her butt cheeks worked on my clit bringing me to an incredible orgasm causing my juices to slide down my thigh.
I focused my attention on bringing Linda to her climax. I worked her further onto the column’s ribbing using it to brutalize her protruding hood and moved my fingers even deeper into her until I felt her cum envelope my hand. She gasped and went limp next to me.
“I needed that so badly.”
She rubbed her forehead against the crook of my neck.
“So did I,” I said. “You’re one hell of a fuck.”
“You’re no slouch yourself. Now untie me.”
She tugged at the silken restraint.
“How do I know you won’t exact some sort of revenge?”
I gave her a look to convey my hopes that she would. I untied the scarf, handed it back to her and moved to the edge of the bed. Linda grabbed my wrist.
“Not so fast,” she said wrapping the scarf around my wrist too quickly for me to protest.
“I’m beginning to see why you thought this bed would be such a good investment,” I said surrendering to her devilish whims.






Doing Dishes

Published 03/15/2012 by Sensi Boutique
I’m washing dishes again.  I feel like that’s all I do, all day long…but I love every moment of it.  I barely get started on a sink full before I start letting my mind wander to one of my favorite fantasies.  I check the clock and sigh a little…you should be home soon.  The thought of that makes the hairs on the back of my neck stand up and my heart beat a little faster.  For months, I’ve thought about what it might be like for you to come home to me.  The time is finally here and I’ve never been happier.

I bring myself back to reality just as the water is about to overflow out of the sink.  I laugh a little at myself and get back to my task at hand.  I begin to slowly wash the dishes from lunch as my mind wanders.  I begin thinking about those first well-placed kisses I’ll receive when you get in from work.  I get excited as I think about your soft lips on my neck, one hand in my curls and the other settled on my hip.  I imagine your hand wandering up just a bit to graze the side of my breast…your lips trailing kisses to my ear.  I can almost hear your sultry voice and feel your breath on my ear as you whisper ‘Hello’.  Shivers run up and down my spine and my head rolls back just a bit.  I moan your name very quietly to myself.

Just as I begin to lose myself in my fantasy, I hear the door open.  You are home!  I turn and smile as you come into the kitchen.  You come to me and it’s exactly as I thought it would be.  Your lips on my neck, hand on my hip.  I can tell by the insistency of your kisses that you’ve spent the day fantasizing about the same thing.

My hands are wet.  I want to entwine my fingers into your hair just the way you like but you have me pinned against the sink, my back to you.  Your hand is softly moving up my hip and around to cup my breast lightly.  The hand in my curls moves down my shoulder and I can feel your fingertips playing down my arm to my wrist.

My hands are holding onto the sink now…my knees are weak with desire and I feel like the only solid things in the world are the edge of this sink full of sudsy water and your body.  Your kisses are warm and wet and I know what you want.  Your hand moves to squeeze my ass while the other one squeezes my breast.  I moan into your kiss and move my hips involuntarily to press back against you.  That is when I feel it…you came home ready for me.

I get so wet at the feel of your strapped-on cock that it’s almost like the Amazon between my thighs.  I continue to roll my hips so my ass presses back against you.  I know how much you love this…I know how much you desire me.  I can feel it in your kisses.  Your squeezing becomes more urgent…my knees are getting weaker.  I need you…now.  You sense my need and before I know it you have pulled the hem of my skirt up and opened the front of your khakis.  I close my eyes and can see you pulling your cock out in perfect detail in my mind.

I bend over the sink and offer myself to you.  One hand is holding the cock…teasing it up and down my slit, barely parting my lips.  The other hand is firmly wrapped in my hair and tugging just a bit.  I moan quietly and beg you to enter me.  My body is on fire for you.  I feel like the phoenix, burning up and so close to ashes.  You finally slide into me…my pussy stretching tight to take all of you in.  I whimper with desire as you fill me.  Your body is pressed tight to mine and you stay put for a moment.  I’m enjoying the fullness of having you so deep inside.  You begin stroking in and out of me painfully slow at first.  I’m throbbing for you.  Hungry for your touch on every inch of my skin.

Your slow pulling and pushing is driving me mad…I want you to fuck me.  I want you to make me moan.  I want to muffle my screams of passion by biting my lip until it bleeds.  You begin to enter me a little quicker…still pulling out slowly, but pushing yourself back in with force.  I moan your name and you move quicker still.

I grip the sink and close my eyes tighter.  You begin fucking me with quick, long strokes.  I loosen my grip with one hand and reach between my thighs to tease my clit while you continue stretching my pussy around your cock.  My thighs quiver and I press myself back against you, hungry for more.  You grab my hips and pull me tight onto you.  I quicken the pace of my fingers on my clit while you hold yourself tight inside me.  I can feel the orgasm begin deep in my belly and I moan your name over and over…begging you to stay still…filling me while I cum.  I toss my head back and bite my lip.  My body quivers and I am cumming.  I can feel your body tense up and I know you have finished right along with me.

As I begin to relax I am already thinking about the things I long to do to you once we get upstairs in our room.  I grin secretly and sigh.  My body eases up and I feel you slide out of me nice and slow.  Your arms are around me and I lean back against you.  You whisper ‘Hello, baby’ in my ear and I giggle softly.  What I’m really thinking is that was one helluva hello.  You turn me around and I smile at you…you look tired but I know you’ll let me play for just a bit longer.

My smile grows into a sly grin as I slowly drop to my knees before you.  My eyes locked on yours, peeking up above my glasses.  I keep my eyes on yours as I begin teasing the tip of your wet cock with my tongue…tasting myself on you.  I swirl my tongue around and slowly begin sliding you into my mouth and down my throat.  Your hands are instantly in my hair…pushing me onto you.  I moan around you and back my head up.  Removing my mouth and kissing the very tip, I smile playfully up at you and whisper ‘Let’s go to bed…’



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