Images of Seduction...
Oct. 12th, 2007 12:22 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
autumnluv143I'm going to go ahead and assume that certain parts of my brain are not connected to other parts, nor do they have any concern for their welfare. For the past two or three days I have been having flash images enter my mind at completely inappropriate times about seduction. Or rather, what I perceive as seduction.
Just this morning, I was in the middle of working, running along in my few and tediously annoying duties, and the next thing I knew, I was staring off into the distance. I had been having a rather detailed, very X-rated daydream. It started off simply thinking about the interpersonal relationships in my office. They are dysfunctional, to say the least. It ended with me being forced (away from work) to become the feral animal I fear is inside of me while being (basically) sexually attacked in a seductive manner.
Now I suppose I should add that my brain tends to follow thoughts by association. I very rarely, when not trying, am able to follow one direct line of thought to a conclusion of that thought. It starts out with an image, a thousand images or words seem to fall into the background of the particular image that is most important along that track. Some of those times, I'm able to filter them out to find the most logical word or image to complete my circle of thought. Other times, when I'm not attempting to control it, random words or images will be chosen by the parts of my subconscious dominating others and it will end up in left field.
That being said, this particular one today, started thinking of how people interact with each other (and about each other) within my office. I'm very observant and I think I see much more than they realize they do. Well that thought led me into the feeling of finally being accepted (on some level) by some of the people that work there. For all intensive purposes, I'm someone who is trying to come in and chage things that no one thinks needs to be changed. They know they can bitch at me when they want/need to and they can say just about anything to me or around me and it's not going to bother me. That brought up, what I like to call, a "wishful hallucination" of an event or conversation that has yet to (and probably will not) happen. The image was of some of the people I work with getting together for a barbeque and rather than being excluded, I was actually invited to this one. Now this last situation inside this imagery jumped up out of a "normal" situation, but was based on a conversation from earlier today with two of the guys. They attempted (and failed) to entice me into having sex with them on a regular basis and they promise they won't tell anyone. The hallucination ended with one of them (basically faceless as the face kept changing constantly) pinning me against the wall in the back of the house we were at (for the barbeque) with his hand around my throat and his other hand finding my clit, rubbing it and removing his own (giant) cock from his pants. While he was playing with my clit, the part that stands out the most was my reaction. I could see my face in this and it was blatant animal ferocity and I could feel the heat of anger/passion/lust behind my eyes in my real body. That heat (or the feeling of heat) is what woke me up from it.
<sighs> Hopefully, now that I've written it down I'll stop thinking about it. I doubt it...but you never know. I only wish I could draw so I could get the random flashes that keep repeating out of my head.
Just this morning, I was in the middle of working, running along in my few and tediously annoying duties, and the next thing I knew, I was staring off into the distance. I had been having a rather detailed, very X-rated daydream. It started off simply thinking about the interpersonal relationships in my office. They are dysfunctional, to say the least. It ended with me being forced (away from work) to become the feral animal I fear is inside of me while being (basically) sexually attacked in a seductive manner.
Now I suppose I should add that my brain tends to follow thoughts by association. I very rarely, when not trying, am able to follow one direct line of thought to a conclusion of that thought. It starts out with an image, a thousand images or words seem to fall into the background of the particular image that is most important along that track. Some of those times, I'm able to filter them out to find the most logical word or image to complete my circle of thought. Other times, when I'm not attempting to control it, random words or images will be chosen by the parts of my subconscious dominating others and it will end up in left field.
That being said, this particular one today, started thinking of how people interact with each other (and about each other) within my office. I'm very observant and I think I see much more than they realize they do. Well that thought led me into the feeling of finally being accepted (on some level) by some of the people that work there. For all intensive purposes, I'm someone who is trying to come in and chage things that no one thinks needs to be changed. They know they can bitch at me when they want/need to and they can say just about anything to me or around me and it's not going to bother me. That brought up, what I like to call, a "wishful hallucination" of an event or conversation that has yet to (and probably will not) happen. The image was of some of the people I work with getting together for a barbeque and rather than being excluded, I was actually invited to this one. Now this last situation inside this imagery jumped up out of a "normal" situation, but was based on a conversation from earlier today with two of the guys. They attempted (and failed) to entice me into having sex with them on a regular basis and they promise they won't tell anyone. The hallucination ended with one of them (basically faceless as the face kept changing constantly) pinning me against the wall in the back of the house we were at (for the barbeque) with his hand around my throat and his other hand finding my clit, rubbing it and removing his own (giant) cock from his pants. While he was playing with my clit, the part that stands out the most was my reaction. I could see my face in this and it was blatant animal ferocity and I could feel the heat of anger/passion/lust behind my eyes in my real body. That heat (or the feeling of heat) is what woke me up from it.
<sighs> Hopefully, now that I've written it down I'll stop thinking about it. I doubt it...but you never know. I only wish I could draw so I could get the random flashes that keep repeating out of my head.
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