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I have been going through a particularly bizarre and amazing sexual growth spurt lately that's happened almost entirely in my subconscious.
I have been having slow, colorful masturbatory landscape dreams, where there are hands and mouths and cocks everywhere and gravity is an occasional lucky occurrence, I've been waiting up coming, waking up practically raping the boy who sleeps next to me, waking up soaking wet with tears in my eyes, and the rest of the dreams, which steal mercilessly the characters out of my daily life, are just too personal to share. but, they are so emotional and so hot... mixing those things is something I like very much. sometimes I'm so impressed I clap for my brain when I realise what's been happening in there while I'm asleep.
and it makes me remember a relationship I had when I was 14 and he was 18, and he had sexual hang-ups and I was just a complete dodo bird who had no idea which way was up. I was in love and his body wanted me but his brain didn't. He was in a cold relationship with my best friend, for them holding hands was ecstasy, but every night I somehow ended up in his bed - I would just hang around until the couches were full of sleeping boys and the only alternative was to put me on the floor. We couldn't have that, of course not... I can't remember if we ever really fell asleep, or just waited long enough that it was plausible that we had, before we began touching each other, always pretending to be in fumbling in sleep. Still half-child myself, I called it the 'pretend dream game' and adored it, a form of 'taking what I could get' that I eventually, hopefully, grew out of. when he finished we slept for real, and though we are close these days and the dream game went on for almost a year, we've never spoken about it.
anyway...
I feel like all the beautiful IFM imagery I have been stuffing my brain with has really informed my current naughty subconscious behavior and I wanted to chat with you forum folks who also watch a lot of these videos and see if anyone reports a similar thing happening.
Do you folks who make IFM a regular part of your life find that your sexuality is a more beautiful place, or perhaps just differently beautiful? that your fantasies are effected aesthetically by the styles and colors of IFM's contributors and places? curious and curiouser.
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Oh yes!! but with ISM seriously the diet of sexusl imagery we feed our subconscious is absorbed and effects our libido and my diet is nearly all ISM and the people that populate the fantasies of my imagination usually unsuspecting beautiful passers by in real life. But selwction of those people has been influenced by ISM and a little bit by IFM too. It's lovely to get horny dreams and remenber them.
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Viva + blissed, u both write so beautifully poetic, descriptive & vivid, u could be undiscovered famous authors, waiting to be discovered :-) I too have sexy thoughts, images and visions, more so since joining ur members. Erotic images do float about in my mind, but I can't remember the last time I had a proper wet dream, do u have any suggesstions :-)) ? ? ? ? ? :-)) P.S. it may help if I also joined ISM + BA ! ! ! ! !
Don't try to change others, change yourself :-))
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Wow, what a post that was, viva
I'm quite surprised actually, that my subconscious, especially my sexual subconscious, has not really been affected much by the changes to my conscous sexual psyche (helped by IFM both in visual and intellectual terms through the videos and this forum). Everything is more or less the same in my dreams, except the bad stuff haunts me less. So I suppose that *is* a change!
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A female friend introduced me to IFM about six months ago. At the time I was in a sexual rut, experiencing the sameness of it all. We would watch then play; it was good. Of course I attributed it to the newness of the relationship and when she moved abroad fun subsided. Back to basics I found that I returned to the sameness of it all. In a phone conversation, my friend began talking about a new posting she had just viewed. I subscribed to IFM a month ago and have notice a stimulation of all my senses, whether alone or with someone. The organic feel or as blissed put it, "sexual imagery", of the videos and the lack of coarseness or simulated orgasms, enhances my sensory faculty.
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waking up practically raping the boy who sleeps next to me
Reminds me of the first night I had a girl sleep in my bed (I think, anyway - I honestly can't actually remember any sort of time and place for things, just odd snippets, over the 6 months we were together; I feel slightly embarrased that it's such a hazy set of memories!) - I woke up doing pretty much the same, to which the reply was a rather pissed off "what are you doing?" (it being 3am or something?). I mumbled something and rolled over...
To answer your actual question, I find that IFM in general digs up a lot of memories (girls look/sound similar, have the same attitudes, etc.) - things and people that, once upon a time, I swore I would never think about again; but now, I can hardly get my mind off them some days (maybe I suck at letting go of things?). I've actually thought back on a lot of things I did when I was younger recently and realised how differently I interpret them now - almost scary.
(I think I completely missed the question there, actually. And yes, I have a love affair with brackets and dashes.)
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Hi Dannei, I agree completely. An orgasm is such a basic human thing and though it is presented here with the accoutrements of sometimes clothing, situational context, different women etc - orgasms are so universal that each one has that potential to trigger a leap back to one of yours, or one you were near. The same effect may occur if we made a website cataloging laughter.
That whole night-pounce thing is interesting to me. On one of the other forums I read it happens sometimes that a man complains about his wife waking him up with sex, or just grabbing his cock whenever she likes. There is always an immediate uproar from the population : 'WHAAAAT! If my wife/girlfriend/prostitute did that, I'd be fuckin psyched dude!' 'Ur GAY!' 'my boyfriend loves it youre weird naaaagrrrh!!!'
People are really upset by the idea of a man who feels molested when a woman takes sexual liberties with him, as if men should be pleased to take what they can get. Yet a man waking up a woman with sex is a topic which can go either way - totally hot or totally inappropriate, depending on her personality and reaction.
I guess I'm lucky because my partner is happy with that sort of thing and so am I, but the double standard troubles me.
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This is one of those things where I'm stuck in two minds: I like my sleep, and anyone who dares interrupt it is unlikely to survive (how my alarm is still in one piece, I don't know). However, somewhere at the back of my mind I do find it all an incredibly hot idea.
I'd say it's wrong that "men should be pleased to take what they can get" - I've had weeks where I'm just not interested, for whatever reason. Even with that, society has still ingrained a little bit of that double standard somewhere in me - I'd view a man doing it and a woman doing it differently, even if I don't know why.
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Your dreams combine sexually and personal loss--people are taken from you in the dreams too, as you say. Going through the emotion maelstrom of losing people in the dream combined with sexual images impassioned your sex life! Honestly, it sounds pleasurable and also draining for you.
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The dream game...
I wish I had been the one to coin that term. Young Jane needed the dream game. How else do you avoid the floor and initiate sex when you have no clue? The dream game can create a gray space that is fun but difficult to navigate. It's hard to say yes or no to things that you are not fully acknowledging are happening. It's easy for a fully awake body and forced asleep mind (or is it vice versa?) to go through the motions. I've most certainly used boys and been used by them in this fumbling half real half imagined space. I suspect although we can try -- try to recreate the hot uncertainty and urgency of youth -- we can never play the dream game as well as when we were sure there must be rules. Rules to make straight lines out of all the confusion. Until you are 14 there are rules for everything. There must be rules for sex. Right? The dream game works because we are looking for the rules buried under borrowed sheets, rules we are sure we can find with our tongue, rules that we want -- desperately -- and think we can see only with our eyes half shut in the dark.
Watching IFM reminds me of that time of exploration, that experience of looking for answers and finding them by not finding anything at all.
I am still close friends with many (read: two) boys that I played the dream game with. We didn't talk about it then -- it after all never really happened. We never talk about it now. Perhaps this is the norm?
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Jane what a beautiful bunch of words you just made. I have goosebumps. I didn't imagine that other people played secrets like we did. Of course they did, how silly of me, adolescents too shy to say "I want you" - god, how long did it take me to say, I want you.. I still have trouble saying it now.
For me this thread ties into the last one I commented on, where dating sites led to polyamoury, because that "hot, urgent, uncertain" is what I feel when I'm with someone new, and I still like to get into beds and pants that way, like a teenager, drowsy silences, hands so still and questioning that the fluttering of nerves is the only indication of my intention he may have. I have the confidence now to pounce, to take and insist, make eye-contact, to strip with the lights on, and sometimes I do these things - but my heart never pounds faster than when we play subtle cat-and-mouse, that lack of confirmation except for uncontrollable signs of arousal, always unsure - does he want this? will he let me?
For me it was always a series of yes-es, in fact if a very young girl can take advantage of an older boy, that's probably what I did. I feel like we were complicit, but I knew that he mourned those times with me, the things he couldn't resist doing, the things I encouraged as if in sleep, even though we never spoke of it. We weren't together because I was too forward and I scared him, he wanted to be with my colder, less sexual friend instead, so by day he held hands with her and by night he let me sleep in his bed.
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