Storms and Erotica
There is a major storm approaching from the west tonight. Some people are panicking panicking panicking, but I'm calm. Any storm coming overland to the coastal plain is so going to suck compared to anything the oceans throw at us. It's getting interestingly windy, though. I feel spiffy, energetic, as I always do before a storm. Even on the days when I am most drained, a coming storm will make me feel bouncy, figity. I suppose you could attribute this to ionization of the air or some crap like that. Science is awesome, but maybe I just feel good right now. There is no need for explainations here.
My Internet Stress Provider was not taking any calls last night, and as a result, I've completely forgotten most of what I was going to post for yesterday. Sorry, friends. My head works that way.
There are times when I feel like it would be nice to melt into a puddle of cool water and just wash around from here to there a bit. I guess it might be a little disorienting, being a sentient puddle, but hey, they say the human body is over 90% water, yes? It wouldn't be too far from normal... well, I guess it wouldn't be all that swell, seeing as how you would have what is possibly the worse case of water on the brain ever.
There is a dream I would like to mention, though. It's kinda racy... ;)
In the dream, I am walking past a bedroom doorway. Besides that doorway, the details of the house I am in are... well, they are there, but I didn't pay attention to them. The house did resemble that of my friend Denise's place, but she was not in the dream at all. But anyway, in the dream, I am passing the doorway. It's not my house, but as I look into the bedroom, the door is wide open, and the bed is right next to the door, facing the opposite wall. A small nightstand sits next to it with a lamp that is turned on. In the bed is a guy lying on top of the covers, nude. On top of the guy is a girl sitting upright, also nude. She is slowly riding him, savoring each thrust. Her head rolls around slowly, her eyes closed, but then she notices somehow that I am standing outside the doorway, just out of sight of the guy, whose face I cannot see around the doorjam. Her head jerks up, her eyes widen in suprise, shock, alarm when she sees me, but she doesn't slow down her body, and just sits there, grinding slowly away on him, staring at me. Well, I somehow got godzilla balls in this dream, and so I cross my arms and lean on the wall behind me with a wicked smirk, locking eyes with her as she fucks him. See, I know she can't say anything or do anything about me, because then the guy underneath her would know someone else is in the house with them. I start to grin as I can see this thought crossing her mind as well. She's effectively trapped there, sitting naked upright and in the middle of sex. The realization that I am not only not going anywhere, but that I am specifically staying to watch her being fucked just lights a fire in her, and without losing her rhythm, she continues to ride the fellow beneath her, her lips parting and her eyes half-closing as the combination of emotion and physical pleasure override everything else, her head tilting to one side, but her gaze locked with mine as she slowly but surely approaches orgasm with me watching her...
Nicely enough, this is one dream I completed without being awakened. At that point, it just faded. Yeah, yeah, I know, "what happened, did she get off, did he find out about you, did you all have a threesome?" Bah, I say. That little moment was the peak of the dream, and was quite enough for me, thanks.
My Internet Stress Provider was not taking any calls last night, and as a result, I've completely forgotten most of what I was going to post for yesterday. Sorry, friends. My head works that way.
There are times when I feel like it would be nice to melt into a puddle of cool water and just wash around from here to there a bit. I guess it might be a little disorienting, being a sentient puddle, but hey, they say the human body is over 90% water, yes? It wouldn't be too far from normal... well, I guess it wouldn't be all that swell, seeing as how you would have what is possibly the worse case of water on the brain ever.
There is a dream I would like to mention, though. It's kinda racy... ;)
In the dream, I am walking past a bedroom doorway. Besides that doorway, the details of the house I am in are... well, they are there, but I didn't pay attention to them. The house did resemble that of my friend Denise's place, but she was not in the dream at all. But anyway, in the dream, I am passing the doorway. It's not my house, but as I look into the bedroom, the door is wide open, and the bed is right next to the door, facing the opposite wall. A small nightstand sits next to it with a lamp that is turned on. In the bed is a guy lying on top of the covers, nude. On top of the guy is a girl sitting upright, also nude. She is slowly riding him, savoring each thrust. Her head rolls around slowly, her eyes closed, but then she notices somehow that I am standing outside the doorway, just out of sight of the guy, whose face I cannot see around the doorjam. Her head jerks up, her eyes widen in suprise, shock, alarm when she sees me, but she doesn't slow down her body, and just sits there, grinding slowly away on him, staring at me. Well, I somehow got godzilla balls in this dream, and so I cross my arms and lean on the wall behind me with a wicked smirk, locking eyes with her as she fucks him. See, I know she can't say anything or do anything about me, because then the guy underneath her would know someone else is in the house with them. I start to grin as I can see this thought crossing her mind as well. She's effectively trapped there, sitting naked upright and in the middle of sex. The realization that I am not only not going anywhere, but that I am specifically staying to watch her being fucked just lights a fire in her, and without losing her rhythm, she continues to ride the fellow beneath her, her lips parting and her eyes half-closing as the combination of emotion and physical pleasure override everything else, her head tilting to one side, but her gaze locked with mine as she slowly but surely approaches orgasm with me watching her...
Nicely enough, this is one dream I completed without being awakened. At that point, it just faded. Yeah, yeah, I know, "what happened, did she get off, did he find out about you, did you all have a threesome?" Bah, I say. That little moment was the peak of the dream, and was quite enough for me, thanks.