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Last night may have been one of my first sexual dreams about Shannon.
It was Shannon, no doubt, but her hair was different. It was a deep chestnut and maple brunett color. Not at all like her actual hair in the real world.
I was in an appartment- don't know whose, was probably mine. Was deffinantly my bed.
The only clip I have clearly now from last night's escapade has Shannon standing at the foot of my bed bathed in warm soft light, like candle lighting but more ambient and shadowless. Her extrordanarily lean and long frame is covered only a matching lacy, powder-blue bra and panty set.
I reach out pull her in close to me, pick her up, and lay her into the bed. --
This is one dream I truely wish I could remember more of.
It was Shannon, no doubt, but her hair was different. It was a deep chestnut and maple brunett color. Not at all like her actual hair in the real world.
I was in an appartment- don't know whose, was probably mine. Was deffinantly my bed.
The only clip I have clearly now from last night's escapade has Shannon standing at the foot of my bed bathed in warm soft light, like candle lighting but more ambient and shadowless. Her extrordanarily lean and long frame is covered only a matching lacy, powder-blue bra and panty set.
I reach out pull her in close to me, pick her up, and lay her into the bed. --
This is one dream I truely wish I could remember more of.