I finally met Rohur again and, after all this time, she was in love with me. I, however, wasn't feeling so sure about her anymore. We were in a slightly modified Spårsnögatan 7, where we occupied my parents' bedroom for the night. I felt less and less sure about my attraction towards her as I noticed that her armpits were positively slick with sweat and there was little else to convince me that this was indeed the thing. We spent the night together and I don't think anything sexual actually occurred.
In the morning, upon exiting the bedroom I met my father and explained that we were no longer using the room. He was incredibly offended and sarcastically remarked how grateful he was that he was finally able to use his own room again. Apparently he hadn't slept all night.
I woke up (I didn't) and met my dad in real life (still a dream) and told him about this dream. He was incredibly offended about me having that view of him being so easily offended.
I was wandering grand halls of what looked like some kind of Hogwarts, but without the magic. Kind of gothic, gray cathedral-like. There was a party going on, I was making some new friends and before long a young woman started showing interest in me. She was quite tall and looked a bit Turkish, with dark brown hair and eyes.
She declared quite openly that she wanted to sleep with me and I, being single and finding her quite attractive, wasn't slow to oblige. I don't remember quite how or from where, but she quickly produced a big, gray, double-sided dildo that folded in the middle, allowing it to take on different angles. It was made clear to me that she intended it to be used on both of us.
We snuck around the corner into another of the majestic corridors of the old building, the floors of which were all covered with a red carpet. There she proceeded to lay me down on my back and started to massage my rectum. Before I quite understood what was happening she had put half of the (quite monstrous) dildo inside of me and so went on to insert the other part, folded upwards, into herself. It was clear that my man parts were not intended to be used but I, finding the entire experience incredibly pleasurable, didn't mind at all.
At one point we heard voices and I had to quickly (read groggily, slowly and rather clumsily, making it exceedingly obvious that we were up to nefarious business) cover myself with a towel. After they were gone she said something in the tone of her being close to an orgasm, which I asked if that was indeed what she meant and she confirmed that indeed it was. So we continued.
I woke up a bit later and realised that she was quite gone, so I made my way back to my dorm. It had the sign "Fan" on the name tag of the slick, black door, which I interpreted as the name of my favourite HotS Twitch streamer. I scrambled for my keys and was quite surprised to find that I had them and that they fit the door.
The dorm was as beautiful as the rest of the building, made in gothic gray stone and with the same red carpeted floors. A few of the people I'd met at the party was there and so I greeted them and proceeded to the facilities, as I'd realised that something was still left inside my rear end. It turned out to be "my" half of the dildo, which now looked slightly less impressive than I had imagined it. I started washing it in the sink.
