I was dissatisfied with my life. I had to change my life completely. To cross the Rubicon I tried No-Nut-November for the first time in my life. Everything was fine at first. But around the 10th November I started to get wet dreams at night. Nothing unusual so far, but it always began the same:
first dream
I'm flying into an empty room, which develops into a scenery. In the middle is a hot blonde. You have to know, I'm into blondes with big tits. Bimbos, Milfs, lesbian...whatever as long as there is a big breasted blonde. So, there is always a blonde. I'm approaching her, get nearer and nearer until I crash into her. That's the moment when my vision changes. I see everything with that women's eyes. I can't control her, when it becomes a porn scenery. The first dream was the most abstract. There was an endless sky with white walls around me and some geometrical objects. I was a blonde milf in a tight latex dress wit hbright red lipstick. I slowly undressed myself and started rubbing my clit and pussy. I could feel everything, even when she squeezed her big jugs. The arousal grew further and further and when she was about to cum, I woke up. My boxershorts were soaked from precum, but I didn't cum. Only thing I was as horny as the woman was right before her orgasm. How to survive a day in this condition?
second dream
The next evening I was at a parent-teacher meeting. I looked like that kind of mother, who writes every little word the teacher says into a book to evaluate it afterwards with her overworked child.
Everything went as boring as possible, until out of a sudden I exposed my breasts and rolled up my skirt. Showing the teacher my wet panties turned him on. He stood up and came around the desk while raised my ass up in the air pulling down my panties. He approached me unbuttoning his trousers. Before he could reach me, I turned around and took his dick into my mouth to lubricate. Half asleep I gagged. Then I turned back and felt something pushing between my legs. The pushing became a small pressure and released into shoving, when his dick entered my dream pussy. I woke up, hornier than ever. But I still haven't cheated, at least not when awake. And I'm sure someone is passing the course.
third dream
The third night, the third scenery. I was at the pool of some real rich person's mansion. I could barely see the end of the garden and around the corner I could see the colourful rear ends of some exremely expensive cars. I didn't know what brand of cars there were, but I liked the yellow one. I lolled in the wicker chairs in a onepiece lingerie and teased my fiancé to have sex with me in the pool. Soon he would be my husband I would become the perfect trophy wife. All I had to do was looking hot and enjoying the rich life.
He made some ambiguous allusions, stood with his crotch right in front of my face. I rubbed my cheeks on his dick, which showed through the fabric of his business trousers. He squeezed my tits and lifted me up without any effort. When I lay in his arms I felt protected and petted. Then he smirked and threw me into the pool. When I hit the fresh water, I sat up in my bed wet from sweat and aroused through the roof.
fourth dream
The day was a torture. When you're horny like this and imposed yourself a celibacy, you're tired yet completely on wire. I came home from work totally exhausted, I even skipped supper and went to bed directly. Everything on me felt fake. When I looked down on me, I saw two mounts of silicone partly covered by my thick lips. I was blonde, but this was obvioulsy not my true hair colour. I wiped a streak from my face and almost cut me with my long white nails. I was the stereotype of what I wanted to become in my last dream. I could get used to the rich life. As a real trophy wife I awaited my husband sitting enthroned on a canapé in the bedroom.
He came upstairs and to complete the stereotype I greeted him: "Привет, мой зайчик! Я ждал тебя весь день. Мне нужен твой член в моей киске... Сейчас!" "I love it when you speak Russian to me, you sound so sexy. Although I don't understand a word." He answered and gave me a greeting kiss. With a broad accent I told him: "When you do not understand me, I will show you what I said." and started undressing him. This time he could enter me without waking me up. I enjoyed every second of this dream. And then I noticed that his dick was getting bigger inside me. A thought rushed through my mind. I've spent so much money on this body, no pregnancy will ruin it. He had to cum somewhere else. "Please honey, come into my face." He willingly pulled his dick out and blew his load right into my face. The splash of warm goo in my face shook me finally out of my sleep.
fifth dream
Unbelievable groggy and annoyed by this kind of curse I reached the end of the following day. I prevented sleeping as long as I could, but eventually I had to sleep. Soon I was dreaming again. This time I was Bambi. It wasn't only her name. She was Bambi: big blue eyes, pink lips, full breasts and an empty head. I giggled all the time while my boyfriend, some unknown rapper practicing his lines all the time, constantly fondled me when we met in our flat. Giggling and fondling led always to sex in this relationship. He was way better at sex than rhyming. He could probably pass as a pornstar. Bambi was dumb enough to tell him.
From this day on his excuse for getting sex was that he had to practice for his pornstar career, while he was just looking forward to fuck as many girls he could. But Bambi was a supporting girlfriend and trained with him. I even accompanied him to a casting, where they should show their talent in front of all competitors. While we fucked to everyone's entertainment, the producer said: "Boy, you're done. Next please! But lady you can stay. We've got a contract for you." In the following tumult security guided my boyfriend out and I could do my first shoot. He widened my ass and was aware of my body language. A short while later I experienced my first backdoor orgasm together with Bambi.
It was mid-November I needed a rest. I held a dreamless midday sleep and recovered a bit. The nightly dreams became less cynical and hotter again. I was pregnant, a prostitute, an alien on discovery tour, a soccer mom caring for the whole neighbourhood, a lesbian pornstar and even a muscular fitness model. The nap strategy gave me enough power to reach the end of the month.
1st December
"I've made it! I had a NoNutNovember (in real life). I almost became insane, but I did it." I said to myself. "Congratulation!" said a voice from the other side of the room. "I'm the NoNut-fairy. You had no sex for a month despite my best efforts. You can wish for the life of your dreams now and i will fulfill it." I looked at the tiny big breasted woman with wings in shock and disbelief. But she just said: "Yeah, it's a shock. But you haven't lost your mind. I'm real." I managed to get my words back and thought out loud: "Well, the rich life was nice but the lesbian porn too." "You are really a chosen one. Only a few withstand the arousal caused by my examinations, but you are the first who carefully chooses the features of his new life. You still don't believe me, do you? I'll explain it." We had a long conversation about her No-Nut-quest and what I liked most in all these dreams. In the end she shook her breasts and a silent bell ringing sounded. In the next moment I regained my senses. I am now the boss of a multi-million dollar business, who started an affair with one of her female employees during the office's christmas party. I'm enjoying the wealth I made by myself. My life is great now!
