The Raunchy dream about Daniel Radcliff
September 18th 2007 20:29
Have you ever had a dream that was based purely on sensation? Not on what you see, hear or smell, but what you feel and touch? Ive had a few of them, and Ive found they linger.....That instead of remembering them, specifically, they force themselves on me throughout the day. I cant get away from their touch.
Last night was a confused, vivid mess of salads, horses and dirt.....Until the end.
Im a fan of Harry Potter, but Ive never read any of the books. Ive only seen a handful of the movies. Little Daniel though - I drink up lore on him and watch his interviews, honestly people, how long has it been since youve seen an actor so delicious? And that accent? OH it makes me want to squeal and throw my underwear at him.
Point is, I dont know how he got into my dream. I was just suddenly in this high building that looked like it should have been in an industrial area, but was instead up in the trees. Mist filled the air beneath it as if we were in faerie. We were just talking of all sorts of things, but eventually those innocent eyes, cheeky grin and melodious voice got the better of me. I began to seduce him.
His T shirt was of the softest fabric. It was a bright red orange and he was wearing almost white faded jeans. The damn room so small and littered with junk, we couldnt find a place to lay down. Eventually we found a spot behind the couch and he was faltering a little, being nervous. I felt like a seasoned woman indeed.
The soft, silken feel of his sides through that soft T shirt......Arent a mans sides one of his most delictable places? You know, that silky place where the chest becomes waist under the ribs? My fingers are still aching from the feel of it.
As we kissed, it was all fumbles. Teeth and clashing hands and far to eager. We didnt seperate though, and slowly desire did its work and wedded our bodies together in that mystical dance. Oh, one hand under the soft shirt, teasing a nipple the other in his hair just tripping on sweetness.....
The weight of his body on mine....even young, men have a certain denseness, something that when its pressed heavily against you like that, just means arousal. Our legs intwined....
And someone knocks on the door. He jumps a mile like a typical teenager and says "Its a woman"
I go to the door and I have no idea who she is or what she wants or how she got there. Theres just a deep sense that I have to get rid of her - my time is short. Im trying desperately to say anything it takes to remove her, and sensing time is running out I look at Daniel.....
The alarm goes off. Good morning K, its 4am. Get out of bed and take temperatures.....Give shots, give mucus whatsits and get ready for work.
Throughout my morning duties and even now, my fingertips ache. I can feel the T shirt over his perfect hard body, so silky.....Im glad that this sensation will last out the day, that it will perk me up and make me feel alive.....Give me something entertaining to think about everytime I nearly fall asleep.
Im frustrated we didnt get to the main event, and even more hurt that I can never get that dream back in all its perfection. After all this frustration, tonight I'll probably have a nightmare.
Last night was a confused, vivid mess of salads, horses and dirt.....Until the end.
Im a fan of Harry Potter, but Ive never read any of the books. Ive only seen a handful of the movies. Little Daniel though - I drink up lore on him and watch his interviews, honestly people, how long has it been since youve seen an actor so delicious? And that accent? OH it makes me want to squeal and throw my underwear at him.
Point is, I dont know how he got into my dream. I was just suddenly in this high building that looked like it should have been in an industrial area, but was instead up in the trees. Mist filled the air beneath it as if we were in faerie. We were just talking of all sorts of things, but eventually those innocent eyes, cheeky grin and melodious voice got the better of me. I began to seduce him.
His T shirt was of the softest fabric. It was a bright red orange and he was wearing almost white faded jeans. The damn room so small and littered with junk, we couldnt find a place to lay down. Eventually we found a spot behind the couch and he was faltering a little, being nervous. I felt like a seasoned woman indeed.
The soft, silken feel of his sides through that soft T shirt......Arent a mans sides one of his most delictable places? You know, that silky place where the chest becomes waist under the ribs? My fingers are still aching from the feel of it.
As we kissed, it was all fumbles. Teeth and clashing hands and far to eager. We didnt seperate though, and slowly desire did its work and wedded our bodies together in that mystical dance. Oh, one hand under the soft shirt, teasing a nipple the other in his hair just tripping on sweetness.....
The weight of his body on mine....even young, men have a certain denseness, something that when its pressed heavily against you like that, just means arousal. Our legs intwined....
And someone knocks on the door. He jumps a mile like a typical teenager and says "Its a woman"
I go to the door and I have no idea who she is or what she wants or how she got there. Theres just a deep sense that I have to get rid of her - my time is short. Im trying desperately to say anything it takes to remove her, and sensing time is running out I look at Daniel.....
The alarm goes off. Good morning K, its 4am. Get out of bed and take temperatures.....Give shots, give mucus whatsits and get ready for work.
Throughout my morning duties and even now, my fingertips ache. I can feel the T shirt over his perfect hard body, so silky.....Im glad that this sensation will last out the day, that it will perk me up and make me feel alive.....Give me something entertaining to think about everytime I nearly fall asleep.
Im frustrated we didnt get to the main event, and even more hurt that I can never get that dream back in all its perfection. After all this frustration, tonight I'll probably have a nightmare.
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Comment by Ash
Australian Traveller
Flashes of memories
my goodness it seems to be an Orble epidemic with women at the moment - there are quite a few of us who have recently been having these dreams of lovers!
I know what you mean about these types - they are envigorating to say the very least! And oh so frustrating when it is just getting to the interesting part and you have to wake up to the mundane crap of everyday life.
It`s weird how you can sometimes close your eyes and go back into the same dream but never when it is ones like this! Keep those thoughts alive girl you have a day ahead of tingling and warm fuzzies!
Ash
PS Daniel certainly does have a little of that je ne sais quoi I agree! something about the english accent gets me all hot under the collar too!
Comment by Kleonaptra
Kalikapsychosis
I know for me, arousal is cyclical. I go ages feeling less than nothing then WHAM! I just cant stop thinking about sex! I think because Im so tired it had to come out in a dream.
I think, for me, aside from him being devilishly cute, its the fact that hes young like part of me wants him to be a fumbling virgin. Ive never had that particular desire before so I like to think about my motivation for it.