My subconscious is so awesome at preventing me from having sex in a dream.
But the first one I didn't want to have sex. It was, ah, Tony Stark. I had one hand handcuffed to a pipe and in some sort of basement or something like a garage. Cold floor, concrete, steel. . .that kind of setting. I was annoyed. And Tony was trying to get me to agree to have sex with him, but I didn't want to.
At one point he crawled over me. He was on all fours over me and I just turned my head and stared at the wall, not saying anything. That's when he got up and left me there.
The other one I was at a hotel for some sort of convention and find myself chatting with this extremely hot guy. We end up flirting and I bring up sex. He talks about going back to his room and I follow. He is staying in a huge suite…with like 12 other people. But the suite is more like an apartment with rooms so I am not too disappointed yet.
He leaves for a bit and I try to follow him and get lost. I find a bathroom and find myself wearing an apron. I think wouldn’t it be sexy to take off everything and keep just the apron on? But at the last minute I decide against it and thank goodness as I hear someone coming, think it is the guy, and turns out to be an old man who looks like a farmer. He shows me where the guy headed off to and so I go that way.
To find him sleeping in a makeshift bed around several other sleeping people.
And I am just annoyed.
And sexually frustrated.
And hated everyone and everything in the dream.