Of course, sharing in people’s most intimate moments did present their own distractions. Many of the lovers I dream walked into were total strangers...to me, but there was the occasional classmate, neighbor, or other acquaintance I would see after the dream walk. I naturally had to pretend nothing was different from the last time I had seen them, and after the first couple of times that happened, I got pretty good at it.But not always. Two girls I had classes with were especially difficult to. Do you get off rubbing up on guys and then walking away?” “Oh, fuck off” I half yelled. “Just because I let you grind on me when I’m dancing that makes me a cock tease? You’re a fucking idiot!” “You’re a cock tease because you were grinding on me just as hard as I was grinding on you and then you just walked away!” “Oh that’s right I forgot I’m supposed to . . . what? Drop on my knees right here in the middle of the fucking dance floor and suck your dick!” I yelled sarcastically and dropped. Wont that hurt, your so big I said. No we can use some Vaseline, do you have any. We went upstairs to the medicine cabinet and there is was. We moved into the bedroom and he stuck his finger in it and rubbed it all over his dick, here put this on your ass, I did and he got behind me doggie style and slowly pushed his way in. OH WOW, it stung like hell at first but he just stayed there for a bit and the pain turned to incredible pleasure, David grabbed my waist and began fucking me, the pleasure. ”Either I'm having auditory hallucinations or he's actually reading the same books as me, and quoting from them randomly at random strangers in random narrow elevator cabins. My breath halts in my lungs. I don't dare to move a muscle. Which, I realize, is very stupid. It's not like I'm not in plain sight to him. I entertain the idea of playing deaf. What a waste that would be, though. His voice is deep and pleasant. And closer than expected.And now I'm crossing into tactile hallucinations,.