Having Obsessive Recollections of Nightly Yearnings

Photo by BodogGirl

Photo by BodogGirl

Dreaming permits each and every one of us to be quietly and safely insane every night of our lives.
– William Dement

So there they were, five six seven of my favorite girl friends.

The room was sparse: one queen-sized mattress, one ceiling light, one window, a round table and five chairs.

There was a jar of melted chocolate on the floor, strawberries on the table, and a rattan cane hanging from a nail on the wall.

The rest of the night was a blur, punctuated by lots of dessert, moans, and the heady smell of ecstasy..

Then I woke up.

* * * * *

God grant me the serenity
to accept the things I cannot change;
courage to change the things I can;
and seven hot girls to fuck.

Photo by Eran Finkle

Photo by Eran Finkle

Pretty please?

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3 Responses to Having Obsessive Recollections of Nightly Yearnings

  1. Brian says:

    (o.o) “…..”

    (o.o) “……….”

    (o.o) “……………”

    (OoO) “Wth did I just read about?”

  2. yiwei says:

    OOOH… that’s hot *licks lips*

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