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.