Last night I had a dream and you might say it was a nightmare. I was in some vague darkened hallway of an undisclosed location that resembled a bath house or sex club, not that I’m familiar with such places being the pure chaste unspoiled virginal type. Actually I’ve never been to a bath house or a sex club but I have been to peoples houses that feature sex rooms or dungeons and I have been asked upon occasion for pointers relating to the tasteful appointment of such.
Anyway in my dream there I was when a man approached me to have sex. I recognized him immediately as a celebrity. I haven’t thought of this person in years so it was odd that I would conjure him up in a dream much less be invited to have sex with him. I suppose it’s fitting as I don’t necessarily enjoy the attentions of the stereotypical beauty or the gym bunny.
He does have a rather nice frame and or possible build and I could always close my eyes. I awoke with a full on woody and a bewildering shame washed over me having contemplated a sexual experience with Weird Al Yankovic. This feeling has lingered with me throughout the day.
omg! i guess in my sex dreams, i don't remember the faces.
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You should hire a nurse to stand over you in the morning, ready to rap you sharply on the bell-end with a cold spoon at the first sign of arousal.
ReplyDeletenow now, come one... admit it you yanked your ovic...
ReplyDeleteSorry, dear, it's my fault. I forgot to lift that pesky hex.
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