I once had a dream that I had a penis. It was so vivid and real, I could feel the warmth of it as it rested on my thigh. I could feel the weight of it dangling between my legs when I stood to walk, and it was comforting in a way, like it was supposed to be there nestled up close to my brand new pair of balls. I had a really nice penis, hefty, a little larger than average, a penis that I might enjoy having inside me, one that would fit nicely inside my mouth.
This dream didn’t last nearly long enough, because I never got to experience what it felt like to have a hard on, to feel the male organ during arousal. I never got a chance to stroke it and bring it to life. I wasn’t able to feel the pleasure of having someone else wrap their hands around it and feel it grow and harden in their palm. I never got to experience a hot wet mouth wrapping around it or the sensation of a swirling tongue. My penis never plunged into the dark depths of a woman’s pussy, feeling it clench and flutter, inviting me in further. Like most dreams, I woke before I got to the good part.
I woke up feeling very strange, I might have even been blushing in the darkness out of embarrassment. It was kind of nice to experience what it was like to have a real penis, much better than that one time I wore a strap on. Even though I enjoyed my dream penis, it was nice to reach down between my legs and feel my own pussy. It got me thinking though, I wondered what it would really feel like to have a penis. I wish that I could switch with my husband for a day, trade his penis for my vagina, and do all the fun things we normally do but experience them from the other side.
I’ve asked him to describe it to me, how it feels when he’s hard and turned on, what does it really feel like when he comes, what my pussy feels like, how it is different from other pussies. He isn’t able to tell me, shrugging his shoulders and shaking his head at the onslaught of funny questions. I don’t think I could explain to him how it feels when I orgasm. A build up, a release, an explosion, a tipping over, then throbbing and pulsing, a slow relaxation. All of these words are accurate, but they don’t really do any justice to the actual feeling. We will never know what the other sex experiences when we explore what our bodies can do, the exact pleasure felt, and I find that quite disappointing. I wouldn’t be surprised if humankind one day created a way to experience sex from the other gender’s point of view, but for now, I’ll just have to dream up my own dick.
I would dream about women’s breasts
That you had them? They really are very nice to have! Something warm and soft to grab when you’re bored, lol.
Oh yes
Lol!
I’ve often wondered what it would be like to be a woman. But a day or two would be all I’d want—just to see how things felt differently.
And thinking of the first comment, I saw an episode of “Botched” where a man had breast implants to win a bet and was considering having them removed (~15 years later). The doctors told him to leave them alone if there were no problems and he seemed quite happy with that assessment. Kind of weird though to see a male with big breasts. lol
Lol, that’s why I never make a bet I’m not willing to lose! I think switching for a day or two would be fabulous!
This guy had the surgery to win the bet. It was a large sum of money that he won by having the implants! Watch the episode—he didn’t even have to pay for the surgery…
Oh geez!
Exactly
Well, if you’ve had them for 15 years, he must have liked them.
I think you are so right, we will never truly know what the other sex experiences, what it feels like, even if we dream or read or hear about it every day!
Rebel xox
Exactly, if I can’t accurately describe my own feelings and experiences then I know I’ll never even have an inkling of what it’s like from a males perspective!
Very interesting dream and great imagery
Thank you!?
I had a dream like this once! I was in my teens and never forgot it lol I woke up embarassed too, wondering “huh. I wonder what that means? Am I gay? Do I secretly wanna be a guy?” Lol
Oh this made me laugh out loud! Why did we torture ourselves during our teen years? ??
Silly huh? Lol
In my dreams and fantasies, I inhabit a male body more often than a female one. And often a more dominant point of view than submissive. As I surface, there are remnants of the feeling of power and control. But like you describe, the feelings are amorphous. I can’t grasp the whole physicality of the act and yes, bombard my poor, dyslexic, word hating, husband with questions about sensations and descriptions of feelings neither of us can do justice. Lovely writing.
Thank you! How extraordinary that you so often dream of being male! I hope I’ll dream of it again someday.