I’m Having Wild Sex Dreams and Sleep Orgasms

My deepest desires are being fulfilled — but only in my sleep

I wake up pleasantly enough, the muscles in my vulva contracting as an orgasm slowly ripples through me.

The crash comes when I realize it was only a dream. The orgasm was real enough, but not the deep emotional and physical connection I longed to experience with another. That was all just my overactive imagination.

Whenever I come in my sleep, it’s not a super-strong, mind-blowing climax — but it is extremely pleasurable. And it’s definitely intense enough to wake me up. And hey, I’ll take the soft, subtle orgasm I get from the guest of honor in my dreams over the non-orgasms of my sexless marriage.

Over the past couple of months, I can remember more than a few vivid sex dreams. None of these are about masturbation. They are about connecting with another human on a mental, emotional, and deeply physical level.

They are all about my pleasure, about finally getting that touch I crave as my body presses against someone else. As I feel the weight of a man on top of me and his cock filling me.

Although these sex dreams mostly star men, sometimes a woman slips her way in there.

The mystery woman from India

Two nights ago, I dreamt I was working in an office. I have no idea what kind of work I was doing, or who the woman was who rushed in, took me by the hand, and led me from my desk chair to the wall.

She looks like she’s from India, with a beautiful complexion and dark hair. She presses her body to mine, pinning me against the wall as we kiss. Soon, the kiss becomes deeper, more frenzied. Before I know it, we’re lifting our skirts and grinding against each other.

The sensitive lips of my labia are slick and wet as she rubs her body against mine. I pull the neck of her shirt down to cup her beautiful breasts in my hands. When I place my lips to her brown nipples, it feels like someone is doing the exact same thing to my pale pink ones. It’s like magic.

I’m getting the exact pleasure I’m giving. I wonder what Freud would say about that?

It was a quick dream, and also a fucking hot one. When I floated slowly into consciousness, it was in mid-climax, waves of pleasure coursing through my core.

I consider myself mostly straight, I think? This is a whole other story, but a part of me desires sex with women. I’ve had a prior (complicated and sexual) relationship with a woman, and I’ve since learned that I am sometimes attracted to certain women sexually, but not as frequently as men.

The point being, sometimes I dream of sex with women — but not as often as men.

The ripped alpha

There is absolutely no foreplay in this dream. No setup. It’s just instant and sudden SEX. At least, that’s all I can remember.

It happened a couple of weeks ago, but I can still vividly remember someone who looks a lot like John Cena sharing a bed with me. He has huge muscles, but that’s not all that’s huge on him, if you get my drift.

I’m not the most attracted to big guys with ripped muscles. The bodybuilder type isn’t usually a turn-on for me. Though I do admire the discipline and dedication bodybuilding takes, I tend to go for more of the average body type.

However, this ripped John Cena lookalike certainly knew how to handle me in dreamland. In my dream, he’s behind me, grabbing my hips hard and filling me with his generous cock.

He’s leaning over me, his lips close to my ear. I reach behind me, hooking my arm around the back of his neck and holding on to dear life as he pounds me into oblivion.

When I start getting loud, he places a hand over my mouth to muffle my moans. Just how I like it.

This guy may not be my usual type, but in every other way, he is the perfect fit, dominating me in the way that turns me on the most.

I wake up slowly as his imaginary thrusts bring me to a very real orgasm.

The hot young guy

At what age is a woman considered a cougar?

I might be there already, because I dreamed about a hot and heavy (and handsy) session with a college-aged guy who was probably about, oh, 15 years my junior.

I’m sure he was college-aged for a couple of reasons. First, he looked about 20. Also, we were doing it in a large, empty lecture hall. Was I the professor in this scenario? Was I just a 35-year-old mom going back to school to get her master’s? (Something I also dream of doing.)

Doesn’t matter. All that matters is this guy was of legal age and very skilled. He was sitting in one of the student chairs and I was straddling his lap, facing him.

At first, we only kissed. Deeply and passionately, our breathing becoming audible. My hands raked through his dark hair as his caressed my back, then my hips and ass — pulling me harder into his growing erection.

He soon had my blouse unbuttoned and my bra unclasped, teasing my nipples gently with his lips and tongue. I threw my head back and enjoyed the sensation, grinding into him.

I was already starting to feel an orgasm building as I dry-humped him, the hard-on beneath his pants providing more than enough friction for my sensitive clit through my damp panties.

He paused to place two fingers to my lips and told me to suck on them. I obeyed. I was soon very happy that I did when he reached between us, snaked his hand under my skirt, and pushed my underwear aside to massage my clit.

He alternated between sliding his fingers inside me and circling my clit with his fingertips. I got very vocal in response as my pleasure intensified. We were unconcerned about whether anyone could hear us in this very public space.

I was practically fucking his hand, grinding against it in wild abandon. As I started to climax, I gasped in pleasure, and he pressed his mouth to mine.

And that’s when I woke up, feeling the throbbing sensation of an orgasm deep within my clit.

I remember the emotions and physical sensations feeling so vivid and real. The worst part was the fact that it was over. I wanted to dream some more and share another intimate connection. But sleep evaporated like the fog, and I was wide awake.

I really need to get laid IRL, apparently.

Keep dreamin’

I’ve had several more sex dreams over the past month or so. But these were my top three, and the ones I can remember the most clearly.

Some don’t even make any sense to me. My dreams often have no rhyme or reason, and I remember sensations or feelings more than I can piece together an actual storyline.

While I’ll never complain about being woken up by a lovely, touchless orgasm that is created by the story in my mind — the fact remains that I have these needs and desires in reality as well. And the fact that they are going unmet is making my subconscious run wild.

I want sex. I miss sex. Yet my husband and I continue in a sexless marriage, between his erectile dysfunction and the stress of losing his job. Also, we have yet to act on our desire to pursue non-monogamy. Though we both seem to be on board, it feels a bit overwhelming with other things taking priority.

Writing helps me work through. And, apparently, dreaming does too.

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This story is part of Sexual Espresso, a column published here on Sexual Tendencies and edited by the above-average Average Don Juan. 😘