Ron’s Lucid Dream/Erotica18+
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These stories contain adult themes and explicit content meant for readers 18 and older. By continuing, you confirm you are of legal age and comfortable with mature material.—————————————————-I left the party early because I just wasn't feeling it tonight. I was in my head about Celine. She had just posted a story, and it looked like she was out cheating with a guy. I knew if I confronted her, she would just gaslight me again. So instead, I just went no contact. As the rain fell on my beat up car, I cried, listening to slowed rock songs like "Diary of Jane" and "Covet."
I loved this girl, and I fought for her, but at some point, the fight shouldn't be this hard. I just feel like if it were real love, she would've met me halfway, in the middle. My chest was heaving in and out as the tears fell onto my lap.
I went to delete all her pictures off my phone. With each photo added to the bin, I tried to come to grips with this new reality. A reality without her, a space where it's just me in the void. I rolled my window down just enough so I could smell the petrichor. Breakups were never easy for me; that's why I didn't date as much.
My brother hit so many girls compared to me. I preferred deep connections over something fleeting. In the end, is it even worth it? I mean, look at me right now; I'm outside a party, crying in my car. I took one last look at the picture of us last Christmas. We had on matching gingerbread man sweaters. Her arms were around me, and we were both smiling. I added it to the bin and deleted everything.
My mind was spaced out as I drove home, my whole world was spinning , and my heart felt crushed inside with a hundred needles poking it. This would be the last time I give myself up so freely. I was driving faster than normal on the freeway, and the roads were slippery from the rain. I swerved once, and I could feel the tires losing traction, causing me to slide. I felt my life blink before my eyes. So much time wasted . How do I get it back ? I can't get it back .
I parked outside my house, which was a bungalow on the corner of Edison. It had two bedrooms, which I shared with my roommate, Blake. It was quiet when I walked in. I grabbed a cold beer from the fridge and went straight to my room. I had a large abstract painting on the left side of my wall. It had different shades of red mixed together. Whenever I looked at it, I felt something. I couldn't tell you the exact name of the feeling, but it was something.
Celine tried to talk me into getting rid of it so many times ,but I never budged. Beneath the painting was a black desk with my iMac on it . My room always smelled of floral scents,like jasmine and roses. I cut my dim red light on and sat on my bed. I might have to take this stripper pole down tomorrow ,since I might be entering a dry spell. I'm gone fully lock in on myself, no distractions.
A Knock
Boom, the door to my room busted up, and Blake was standing there with his arm over a Chinese girl. She was wearing a long black skirt ,with a black long sleeve emo shirt that had a skull on it. Blake was a wild guy; this kind of behavior wasn't out of the ordinary. Blake looked at the girl and asked, “What do you think? You think she will like him?” . The girl eyed me up and down and smiled. “Maybe.”
Ron, this is Mei. Mei, this is Ron. She waved at me, and I responded with an unenthusiastic 'hey.' “Could you give us a minute?” he asked Mei. She said yes and walked off to the living room. Blake came in and shut the door. “Now I know you're still seeing Celine, but tonight I need you to do me one tiny favor,” he said, making a begging motion with his hands together.
Blake was wearing a black and blue biker jacket, with some loose black pants. He had a silver chain around his neck with a dangling cross hanging from his earlobe. I was staring at him with a blank face, “not in the mood,” I said, while taking another sip of my beer.
“You don't even know what I was bout to ask,” he came and sat on the bed . I pushed his ass right back up, “You know I hate outside clothes on my bed, “I stated . “Oh yeah... Look, Mei has a friend , she's sitting on the couch right now, I need you to entertain her ,while I slip off with Mei”. He begged, and I shook my head no, asking, “Why would you put me in this position?”
Blake was pacing back and forth. “ As a friend, I respect your relationship , as a roommate, I need you to just watch a movie with her, please, I'm begging you,” he pleaded. I threw my hands up and said, “There is no relationship, Me and Celine are done” . Blake stood still in the middle of the room . “Look at god. This is your shot at redemption. It's not cheating , it's you putting yourself back out there”. He stated .
He grabbed me and forced me up. “You know as good as me, in life women come and go, but what matters is what you do next.” He opened my door and forced me into the living room. The woman I saw on the couch was so beautiful that my heart skipped a beat. Our eyes met and I felt a fire rise up my body. If this were like Scott Pilgrim, you would be able to see the steam at the top of my head.
Could she be my Ramona? I mustered up a “hey,” and she replied, “nǐ hǎo?” giggling all over with Mei. Blake introduced me to her. Her name was Suyi; she was a potter and ran her own business on social media. “Well, I trust you two can keep each other company,” he said, grabbing two beers and leading Mei back to his room.
Without Blake, the room fell into a quick, awkward silence. She was watching me, and just from her eyes alone, I could tell she had a gentle spirit. I was still standing when I offered her to come watch something in my room, using the excuse that this TV was acting funny. She didn't hesitate to accept my offer, saying she would love that . She had a voice as soft as a feather, and when she spoke, it gave me the feeling of being on a cloud.
Her hair was jet black and swept back into a ponytail; you could clearly see her flawless skin radiating . I was five eight and she was almost as tall as me . The black mini skirt she had on was really short, and her black crop top showed her petite breasts. I was literally just telling myself I wasn’t going to date no more, and now my resolve is being tested. When we got to my room, I closed the door and lit a candle . “Wow, a stripper pole,” she blurted, walking up to it . “Yeah, this room came like that,” I lied . She sideeyed me and then sat on the bed .
“So tell me about yourself,” she asked . The first thing that came to my mind was Celine,but I couldn't bring that up. “I do graphic design for businesses, logos,clothes, stuff like that,” I said. “oouu an artist’ she replied . She was sitting with her legs crossed, and I couldn't help but glance . “Girlfriend?" she asked . I looked away. “naw im single,” I replied. “Yeah, me too at the moment,” she added.
I turnt a movie on, but I had the volume low so I could get to know her. “We're not fucking,” she said. As soon as I sat down on the bed. I busted out laughing, “I didn't even say nothing yet,” I exclaimed . She was laughing. “I don't want you to get the wrong impression about me,” she replied.
We cracked jokes for like forty minutes while watching Pineapple Express. She had taken her Doc Martens off and was lying all the way on my bed. I could tell she was getting comfortable with me and was starting to let her guard down. “Is it ok if I smoke in here?” she asked, taking a blunt out of her tiny handbag. I said “yeah” and she took out a lighter covered with roses. The flame combusted onto the tobacco leaf, and the weed smoke expanded across the room. Just the smell alone was putting me into a peaceful mood.
She crawled over to me and, in a sexy tone, whispered, “Look at me.” Her lips looked as delicate as lotus petals blooming in summer. This feeling is what I’m afraid of; I don't want to be hurt again. She gently grabbed my chin and said, “Open.” I obeyed. After hitting the blunt again, she came so close to my mouth like she was gone kiss me, but she blew the smoke into my mouth. I inhaled it all. Why can't I turn my heart off?
I could feel it going through my body, arousing my desire. I could feel my perception start to become hazy and lucid. She asked me if it was too strong. I said “no”. She hit it again, blowing the smoke out into an O shape. It fluttered in the air like a jellyfish in the sea. Time felt like it was slowing down as she passed me the blunt. I took a deep hit, and my thoughts of Celine were a distant memory; in this moment, it was just me and Suyi. I started coughing really bad, and she took it back “baby lungs,”she teased.
She was already attractive to me, but now, when I looked at her, she looked like a princess. She had this golden aura coming off her body, which gave off a sense of warmth, and I wanted to be closer to her. She asked me for an ashtray and I gave her my yellow Game Boy one.
When I laid down, it was like my body sank into the bed; I didn't think I would be able to get up again. She slithered onto me and laid her head on my heart. It was beating faster, and she asked me if I was nervous. I responded, “Why would I be?”. She shrugged and asked me another question, “Do you think I'm cute?”. Her body felt so good being on mine, I thought to tell her the truth. You're one of the most beautiful girls I've ever met,but i didn't. Instead, I said, “Mhmm, one out of ten , I'll say a three.”
She sat up so quick and fake hit me on my chest, “liar,” she murmured. She walked over to the stripper pole. “Can you turn a song on?” she asked. She was already grinding provocatively on the pole. I turnt the movie off and grabbed the speaker on my nightstand. When it powered on, I turnt on Pyramids by Frank Ocean.
She was grinding her ass up against the pole in slow motion. Her eyes locked onto mine like a lioness, she rubbed her hands down her body. I could feel my dick starting to wake up, and jump every other second. Twirling around the pole, then bending over in front of me, she twerked. When it bounced, I could catch glimpses of her thong. I wonder what her pussy tastes like?
Easing myself to the edge of the bed, I murmured “damn.” I was starting to get fully hard, and the heat from my lust was getting hotter. She sashayed over to me, pushing herself between my legs, her thighs rubbing up against me. Whatever perfume she had on blasted through my airways. A breeze flowing through a meadow and passing by daisies and tulips. “Can I fuck?” I mumbled. She looked at me and said, “Huh?”
She reached over me and grabbed the unfinished blunt. “Light this for me,” she moaned in my ear before walking over to the light switch. She pressed the button that made the light turn into these red specks, and they flowed around the room. I lit the blunt again, hitting it with a deep inhale. When I exhaled, I was twice as stoned as before .
Luckily, she came and took it from me; I could tell she was in a groove. “I smoke all the time ,when I do my pottery,” she said. “Cool,” I replied, and I wasn't being dry; it was just a lot going on right now. She seemed unfazed, putting out the blunt and going back to dancing. I watched in a trance as she was pulling on her shirt, letting pieces of her breast fall out,then covering it back. Swaying her body back and forth, hypnotizing me deeper into her spell. Showing me glimpses of her panty line, pulling her skirt down just a little to show her curly pubic hair. I think a small amount of pre cum came out of my dick. I was turned on .
I couldn't resist , I got up to touch her, but she lightly pushed me back to the bed, waving her finger no.I was trying to catch my breath ,but this combination of weed and her was pleasurable. Her ponytail swung free, letting her medium length hair fly every which way. I was hallucinating more images: Persephone in Hades, nuns singing. “I need you,” I breathed.
Like a serpent, she coiled around the pole, and when she had my full attention, she dropped down into the splits and started twerking. “Let me see that muthafucka,” I blurted out. Then I covered my mouth, I felt like the weed was making me say anything. I could tell she was trying not to laugh at my silliness. Bringing her ass slowly off the ground and then dropping it, and humping the floor.
She eased her way over to me, crawling on the floor. Then she laid down and put her legs straight up over her head. Letting me see her thong and how fat her coochie was. She knew she had me in the palm of her hand. I was caught in her web, as she hugged my leg, and moaned, “Do you like it?”. I caressed her hand on my thigh and replied, “I love it.” I wanted to kiss her right then. Her hands were moving up closer and closer to my dick.
I was anticipating the touch; my dick was practically busting out my blue jeans. She brushed against it and moaned, “It's so big.” I smiled from ear to ear as her eyes dilated over it. Then she got up and began giving me a lap dance, the song had switched over to PartyNextDoor's "Recognize." The weed smoke was still flowing around the room, and my head was still in the clouds. Both her hands were around my neck as she straddled me. Pretending to ride me, her mouth was close to mine, she leaned in for a kiss. But she pulled back at the last minute, getting up and turning around, whining on me.
When she bent over, I smacked her ass, and she let out a loud moan. I grabbed her waist and said, “you playing”. She removed my hands softly and responded, “How?”. Her coochie was soaking wet, I could feel it through my jeans. She walked over to the pole and started dancing again,this time taking off her mini skirt. Her body looked so fucking good.
Celine
My phone ringing pulled me out of this lucid dream. I grabbed it and told Suyi I'll be back. It was an unknown number, but I knew who it was before I even answered. “You blocked me,” her voice barked through the phone. I had to pull it away from my ear. “It's over, Celine, I can't keep letting you do this to me,” I replied, sitting down on the edge of the tub.
All the decor in the bathroom was black; it was the only neutral color we could agree on. “What did I do?” she whimpered into the phone. This is how it always went: she would do something, and when I brought the evidence, the crying started. Usually, I would give in, but tonight was different; tonight I had Suyi. Instead of explaining, I simply said, “Bye, Celine, please don't call my phone again.” She was still pleading as I hung up.
I was bout to start crying again, thinking about the happy moments we shared. I had to turn the sink on and put my face under it to reset my nervous system. The water was cold, but I needed it to be colder. I could still hear the raindrops falling outside.
Walking back to my bedroom, I heard the sounds of Blake having sex with Mei. She was moaning loudly, saying things like “oh my god, you fuck me so good.” I entered my bedroom, and the music was off. I guess Suyi was listening to them too.
She made a gesture to the wall, laughing, “That's how I'm trying to have you,” I joked. “Well, come here then,” she said, motioning me over. As soon as I was in arm's reach, she was on me, kissing all over me . I was kissing her neck , and she was moaning in my ear. All that tension between us was dissolving into hot lust. “I don't usually do this,” she breathed. “This a first for me, too. I never just give my body up so easily,” I said . Kissing down the front of her neck to her petite breast.
She grabbed my hand and put it on her coochie. “Feel how wet I am,” she moaned. I rubbed it through the fabric of her thong, and it was like my hand was touching the ocean. “damn you, wet like that for me,” I asked. She smiled and bit her lip, “Yes” she murmured. We were tongue kissing, and the saliva from her mouth tasted so good . She broke away and breathed, “I want you to spit in my mouth”.
I was so turned on, I was willing to indulge any kink. I summoned all the moisture in my mouth and hawked into hers. When she swallowed it, I said, “atta girl,” kissing her forehead. “It tastes so sweet,” she exclaimed, pushing me over so she could get on top of me.
She started fumbling with my belt. It seemed like she was in a frenzy and was desperate to have her hands on my dick. I helped her get my pants down. I was ready just as much as she was. We could hear Blake and Mei reaching their climax of ecstasy. She pulled my dick out, and she was stunned at my girth. She admired it like a trophy before spitting on it and rubbing her hands up and down my length. She was using one hand, and her other hand was rubbing her pussy.
My hand reached out and clenched the pillow next to me. “Fuck,” I moaned. She spit on my dick again, “I want you to cum so bad,” she breathed, using two hands now in a twisting motion. “Yes, just like that,” I said. I could feel her massaging the cum right out of me.
The pressure was so intense I wanted to do nothing more but let it go .It's right there,she was going faster, I'm bout ...... “wait,” I screamed, jumping up . “What's wrong?”she asked me, looking confused on the bed . I was taking deep breaths. “I'm sorry, I just practice semen retention,and I've been holding this for thirty days now”. I was trying to bring the energy up to my crown, but it wasn't working. “Really?” she asked, lost in bewilderment . I pulled my pants back up. “Yeah,my bad, I shouldn't have let it go that far” .
I could tell she was disappointed, so I hugged her and asked, “Can I take you out tomorrow?” She started smiling again and said, “That would be nice.”
Authors' note- 30 days ago, I never wrote a story or a poem. Now I wake up with a deep desire to write a full-length novel . I can't tell you why I write these words; all I know is I can't stop.
