I am remiss that I didn't mark down this dream the night I had it. It was around March of 2014.
I supremely enjoyed this dream. It was extremely visceral. This dream contained graphic, graphic sex. The catch? Genderbent!
I dreamed essentially that I was a man and I had stumbled upon a mermaid. She seduced me at first and it was very frustrating. The woman had half her body outside of a body of water like a small lake in a jungle. Her hair was a dark teal-blue, with emerald and cyan and cerulean scales littering bits of her pale, bluish flesh like gemstones. She had these deep black eyes, not unlike an octopus, and she'd throw her head back to laugh at me when I missed grabbing at her.
It was really irritating. I desired her and I could tell she wanted me, too, but she kept swimming out of my reach. Eventually I grabbed her forcefully and she looked offended--she was proud and not ready to have a human man best her. But I leaned in hungrily and sucked on her breast, her nipple chill and soft, much like any woman's after swimming for a long time. She moaned into the air, and I continued to lick her nipples. I felt down her muscled torso and slick hips, feeling between her "legs" and finding the soft, hairless mound of her vaginal opening. She had a mermaid tail that felt wicked between my toes, but her mound was in the same place as any woman's, with the exception of her thighs melding into one cohesive, cool-coloured tail with flowing fins.
She took my hand and we swam under the lagoon until we emerged in a big cave, glittering with light from the water. There were holes in the ceiling so there was ample light in that small, sacred space overgrown with tropical flowers. We laid down and she grinned at me, sliding her webbed hands down my body until she gripped my erect penis. What a weird feeling! It was altogether euphoric but still pretty strange. Akin to stroking my clitoris, but longer. She took me in her mouth and her cold tongue swirled around my shaft and head, and I buckled every time I felt the slight nip of her tiny rows of sharp teeth.
Eventually she rolled under me and I penetrated her. Her inner walls were slick and cool, and she writhed with each pump. I buried my face in her long hair, smelling like sea salt and some other marine fragrance that wasn't at all unpleasant. It was delectable when I came, a shower of sensation in my hips, and the mermaid laughed and took it in without a complaint.
I don't recall the other parts of this dream. It was too overpowering and wiped my recollection of the earlier and latter bits. All I know is that I wouldn't mind being a man, and I wouldn't mind having sex with a mermaid!
