My Erotic Dreams Are Just For You

Dangerously Aware

Every night, like a giant tidal wave that I can’t hold back, my erotic dreams flood my sleep. Wild, obscene, and crude in many ways. He enters my world for the night. He’s just a co-worker. I keep telling myself. Not even a crush, so why do I continue to have my erotic dreams about this man?

Happily waking up next to my loving husband, I don’t understand why my erotic dreams persist. Perhaps it’s the way this coworker looks at me. The way he stands too close. The way he lowers his voice when he says my name. The electric awareness of his body that I’ve yearned for in my erotic dreams, but have never touched.

A Permanent Hunger

I wake up just before lines are crossed. As morning light fills my bedroom, my husband is lying beside me, ready to greet the day together. Yet in the back of my mind remains the filthy residue of my erotic dreams from the night before.

Once at work, I avoid him for a while. Or try to. Oftentimes, it’s not practical or even possible. There are meetings, shared projects, and the casual brushing of shoulders in the hallway. He never does or says anything inappropriate. Never flirts out right. No boundaries are ever crossed. And yet something lives in the space between us. Something unspoken, pulsing. Reeking of desire. I want him to remain exactly where I need him—safely locked behind my closed eyelids. The thrill of the chase quickly became a private fantasy in my erotic dreams. Disappearing when the sun rises and returning in the midnight hours before waking.

Landing The Project – My Erotic Dreams

One morning after a particularly vivid dream, I woke up running late. Unfinished processing my erotic dreams from the night before, I would soon learn that we would be working closely on a project and sharing a deadline while spending long afternoons together in a glass-walled conference room. Too much coffee. Too many reasons to talk, and many moments that stretched on a bit longer than what felt necessary. I felt like a cheating housewife as we learned each other’s movements. We laughed more than the work required, and began finishing each other’s sentences.

Then my erotic dreams sharpened, growing more specific. I woke up with his voice still echoing in my ears. Smelling his cologne on my pillow. Feeling the presence of his warm touch where it had never been. Temptation was no longer whispering to me. My erotic dreams were shaping my work week and causing me to look forward to the grind in a whole new way.

Finishing Touches- My Erotic Dreams

In the days that followed, my erotic dreams continued to intensify. Some glances lingered unapologetically. A hand on my back guiding me through a crowded hallway. Removed quickly, but remembered far too long. Inside jokes that only we understood. I went home every night carrying a secret electricity. I woke up each morning next to my husband after my erotic dreams had taken me places I dared only to go under the cover of darkness.

The project ended. We stood close at the farewell meeting after a job well done. The collaboration was successful. We promised to stay in touch in voices that knew exactly what that meant and why we couldn’t.

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