I'm not into medical play, I swear!
This weekend, I had a strange dream. Strange in that it was a sex dream. Strange in that it involved someone I actually know. And the strangest of all, that it actually gave me feelings I really needed to feel. Good feelings.
I was lying on my side, and crushworthy hottie Twisted Monk came up behind me. (Thank you, brain--yum!.) Then he... grabbed a drill, pushed it up against my hip and turned it on (without a drill bit).
A few key bits of info to insert here: (a) I've always found the sound of a drill kind of sexy and (b) I've had a bone marrow biopsy, which is one of the most notoriously painful medical tests out there. It is taken with a huge drill drilling directly into the hip bone, and when I had it done a few years back, it was an awful experience--I was so weak that I had to crawl downstairs to take the cab to get the test, and neither my boyfriend nor my good friends were free to go with me, so I had to get the Most Painful Test Ever alone.
But here is what is strange: in the dream, I recalled that memory, and I figured out that Monk was cleverly recreating that awful experience into a wonderful scene for me. In the dream, I processed all the original pain and hurt, with Monk to support me, and he gave fantastic aftercare afterwards, making me feel not only deliciously aroused but also taken care of and anything but alone.
So, thank you, brain, for taking that bizarro icktastic old experience, adding a hot rope top and making it wonderful. :-)
I was lying on my side, and crushworthy hottie Twisted Monk came up behind me. (Thank you, brain--yum!.) Then he... grabbed a drill, pushed it up against my hip and turned it on (without a drill bit).
A few key bits of info to insert here: (a) I've always found the sound of a drill kind of sexy and (b) I've had a bone marrow biopsy, which is one of the most notoriously painful medical tests out there. It is taken with a huge drill drilling directly into the hip bone, and when I had it done a few years back, it was an awful experience--I was so weak that I had to crawl downstairs to take the cab to get the test, and neither my boyfriend nor my good friends were free to go with me, so I had to get the Most Painful Test Ever alone.
But here is what is strange: in the dream, I recalled that memory, and I figured out that Monk was cleverly recreating that awful experience into a wonderful scene for me. In the dream, I processed all the original pain and hurt, with Monk to support me, and he gave fantastic aftercare afterwards, making me feel not only deliciously aroused but also taken care of and anything but alone.
So, thank you, brain, for taking that bizarro icktastic old experience, adding a hot rope top and making it wonderful. :-)