The Mandolin Porno Shoot Dream
So, the other night I dreamed I was hired for a porn movie.
I arrived at the house in lime-green socks, ready to go, but there were no men present except for the director. Turns out we were supposed to supply our own males, and none of the three females present had done so.
We heard a school bell, and trekked to the kitchen window to watch the high school behind the house let out. A parade of good-looking teenage hunks came louting past the house, and we each indicated which one we wanted for ourselves.
I was slowest because I couldn't decide, and the dart gun ran out of ammo before I could shoot the one labeled "Bambi's Brother." Because I had no man, I was forced to sit and play the mandolin while the other girls fornicated gleefully with teenage boys.
Afterward, we decided to retire upstairs, and I was promised sex. I was hungry, though, so I went to the kitchen to get some cantaloupe, and the others went upstairs without me. When I tried to follow, I realized the door they had taken led into a shallow closet. After opening every door and cabinet in the house looking for the stairwell, I realized this was an empty house, and nobody actually lived here. I had been tricked.
All I had was the mandolin.
I arrived at the house in lime-green socks, ready to go, but there were no men present except for the director. Turns out we were supposed to supply our own males, and none of the three females present had done so.
We heard a school bell, and trekked to the kitchen window to watch the high school behind the house let out. A parade of good-looking teenage hunks came louting past the house, and we each indicated which one we wanted for ourselves.
I was slowest because I couldn't decide, and the dart gun ran out of ammo before I could shoot the one labeled "Bambi's Brother." Because I had no man, I was forced to sit and play the mandolin while the other girls fornicated gleefully with teenage boys.
Afterward, we decided to retire upstairs, and I was promised sex. I was hungry, though, so I went to the kitchen to get some cantaloupe, and the others went upstairs without me. When I tried to follow, I realized the door they had taken led into a shallow closet. After opening every door and cabinet in the house looking for the stairwell, I realized this was an empty house, and nobody actually lived here. I had been tricked.
All I had was the mandolin.