Sep 19, 2004 03:08
I only type when wanker boy floods my mind I am noticing. +I had a dream about him.
+Walking uphill^up a sidewalk on Mainstreet of an old town I used to live in^it was in Maryland. It was windy and and cooling from the season change but I felt warm coz he was leading me. He pulled me between 2 buildings where the wind was blocked and I got pushed against a brick wall. +He got against me and did his usual pause against my neck and cheek to make the moment dramatic or romantic+then we started a wonderful kissing and heavy petting session. I remember pressing against him so hard and then I was suddenly pressing against him while I was on top of him in his bed. We fckd. I woke up with an aching hard dick.
+Now I can't stop thinking of him. I want to take him to my old town and just get a room. I don't care who he is with or whaut he thinks. I want to be in a cold place and have his shyt get me hot. I want to get the fck away from all of this and go see what kind of raunch I can get myself into.
+It's unfortunate I spared the details of my dream.
^lights up^