men of my dreams

I'm a big fan of dreaming. I've always been fascinated by them, mine or others'. You may have noticed it's one conversation that people get really excited about.

I have found over the years that I rarely dream about the man I am with. But I will dream about one from my past (or future?). Lately I've been having a bunch of dreams about my ex (Jeff), most likely because he's been causing me grief lately. Those dreams can be pleasant (dreams where we're getting along and things are 'resolved' between us) or downright scary (he's either threatening me or we are having sex--ewwww).

I would much rather dream about Andy, especially about having sex with him, since we are so far apart! Well, strangely enough, Andy crept into my dreams this week.

At first he just existed in the background, kind of matter of fact. But by the 3rd night this week he was naked! And in the same room with us was Rob, also naked. I think we had been throwing around the idea of the 3 of us sleeping together.

I recall Rob was calm, but excited about it. Andy looked disturbed and wanted to go to sleep. And I was apprehensive because of Andy's reaction, not wanting anyone to be upset. All I remember after that point was lying behind Andy (like we do in bed) and I had my hand resting on his ass.

summer lovers

Do you believe how young Peter Gallagher was in this movie? I know, it's an oldie, but it was one of my favorites for a long time. When I saw it at 19, it was certainly an eye-opener as far as experimental relationships go. Plus it was my first glimpse of beautiful Santorini which has since become my dream destination.

Threesomes. I've never had one, but have thought about it enough times. I would definitely try it if the combo was right, and I even see the possibility of having a longterm 3-way relationship. There could be some great advantages actually. I obviously could love a man, but I believe I could also love a woman. Then again, I wouldn't argue with having two men either! Think 2 would be enough?

Imagine that.

In this movie I love watching the interaction among the three of them. Their sexual energy is sweetened by the fact that they care for each other. And it all takes place in the most breathtaking spot on the planet. Ahhh, those whitewashed buildings set against the deep blue Aegean mirrored by the clear blue sky. Blue white blue. Insanely beautiful. It's all so simple, and pure, and provocative.

a woman's touch

This week I had the very first facial of my life. Not only did it feel wonderful for my face, but it was a very inspirational experience, this 80 minutes of pampering. It brought out some very unusual thoughts while I lay there somewhat paralyzed with pleasure.

The esthetician who worked on me was a young woman, early 20s, petite and gentle in every way. She massaged my face a few times during the treatment. Her touch was so light and rhythmic that it felt like her fingers were slow dancing on my face.

It struck me how delicate a woman's touch can be and it was attractive to me, in a way. I wondered if that's how Rob feels when I touch him. I also wondered if I was feeling the same sweetness of a woman's touch that men fall in love with. I suddenly could relate to being a man, and imagined myself as one being touched by a woman. It was weird, but fascinating at the same time. I swear I felt like I was in another dimension.

Rob and I have talked about having a threesome with another woman--just casually, not that we're planning one. I have a true appreciation for the human body, both male and female, and wouldn't be opposed to enjoying a woman. After all, I never have touched another woman intimately. I think it could be fun with the right person, but I definitely would want my man present. I would be a lot more comfortable doing it in the context of love, my love for Rob.