Strange dreams
I realize that this is the first time in umpteen months that I've posted on here, but I've gotta get this out.
You see, I've been having these weird dreams lately. (No, I'm not going to ask if any of this is real or not, lol.) Erotic dreams...
Dream #1: Mark and I are in a castle on vacation with my entire extended family. We wanna have sex, but my family is EVERYWHERE. I remember running through this corridor in the basement, trying to find a place to do it with him, but we kept running into my Meme. And there were these kids there that I've never seen before who were supposedly my second cousins who kept running around and playing, making it even more difficult. It was so frusterating...
Dream #2: I'm alone at night on a cobblestone street in London. (Hollywood London, not real London.) I come upon this baker's shop and decide to come in out of the pouring rain to ask if I can use a telephone. As soon as I walk through the door, I see this very hot baker with brown hair and brown eyes if I can use his phone. He looks at me strangely, and I feel colder. Suddenly I look down and realize that my shirt is gone. I also notice that the hot baker looks interested, so I ask, "You want to?"
He picks me up and puts me on the flour-coated counter. We have amazing table sex (which I've incidently never had in real life) and he smells like warm chocolate. I awaken craving brownies.
Dream #3: Unlike the last dream, this one has no back-story, no real plot. It's just me and Mark's friend Josh, going at it a bit rough. Again, the table is involved, as is doing it against the wall and "doggie-style" in the floor.
The first was frusterating, the second was kinda funny, and I feel kinda strange and really bad about the third. I mean, who cares that he gives off the vibe that he's awesome in bed and is totally buff because of the national guard? Josh was one of our groomsmen, for cryin out loud! He has a wife and a baby daughter, both of whom trust me very much. Why did I dream that!? And why the hell did I like it so much?
...I feel like such a whore.
I keep telling myself that you can't control your dreams...but, if I'm completely honest, not all of it was uncontrollable. You know how sometimes you wake up before a dream is over and just lay there, finishing it in your head? Yeah...
I guess the simple answer is that I just need to have more sex with Mark. And probably try it on the table. That might keep me from whoring it up in dreamland.
You see, I've been having these weird dreams lately. (No, I'm not going to ask if any of this is real or not, lol.) Erotic dreams...
Dream #1: Mark and I are in a castle on vacation with my entire extended family. We wanna have sex, but my family is EVERYWHERE. I remember running through this corridor in the basement, trying to find a place to do it with him, but we kept running into my Meme. And there were these kids there that I've never seen before who were supposedly my second cousins who kept running around and playing, making it even more difficult. It was so frusterating...
Dream #2: I'm alone at night on a cobblestone street in London. (Hollywood London, not real London.) I come upon this baker's shop and decide to come in out of the pouring rain to ask if I can use a telephone. As soon as I walk through the door, I see this very hot baker with brown hair and brown eyes if I can use his phone. He looks at me strangely, and I feel colder. Suddenly I look down and realize that my shirt is gone. I also notice that the hot baker looks interested, so I ask, "You want to?"
He picks me up and puts me on the flour-coated counter. We have amazing table sex (which I've incidently never had in real life) and he smells like warm chocolate. I awaken craving brownies.
Dream #3: Unlike the last dream, this one has no back-story, no real plot. It's just me and Mark's friend Josh, going at it a bit rough. Again, the table is involved, as is doing it against the wall and "doggie-style" in the floor.
The first was frusterating, the second was kinda funny, and I feel kinda strange and really bad about the third. I mean, who cares that he gives off the vibe that he's awesome in bed and is totally buff because of the national guard? Josh was one of our groomsmen, for cryin out loud! He has a wife and a baby daughter, both of whom trust me very much. Why did I dream that!? And why the hell did I like it so much?
...I feel like such a whore.
I keep telling myself that you can't control your dreams...but, if I'm completely honest, not all of it was uncontrollable. You know how sometimes you wake up before a dream is over and just lay there, finishing it in your head? Yeah...
I guess the simple answer is that I just need to have more sex with Mark. And probably try it on the table. That might keep me from whoring it up in dreamland.