X-Rated Dream & Rhetorical Questions
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mallorys_cameraX-rated dream!
In a weird forgotten corner of the subway, I ran into C______ B, who is married to the demented K__ N.
After real-life C______ was literally driven into the hospital for a couple of months a year or so ago with a mystery illness that doctors had no idea how to treat but thought might be caused by—ahem—stresses in his life, and his friends ponied up thousands of GoFundMe $$$, and he miraculously recovered, and then—went back to K__ N, I more-or-less gave up on him as a human being.
But here he was, and he was tall. Really, really tall. I barely came up to his shoulder. We embraced. I asked about K__—there was a quick shot of K__ lying in some kind of bed, contracted into fetal position, surrounded by writhing brains.
And somehow, the embrace progressed into sexual penetration.
His cock was really, really small. Like practically a micro-penis.
I wondered how he could possibly feel any friction. I myself could barely feel him, forget about cumming.
But apparently, there was enough friction for him to cum.
After it was all done, I was in a hurry to get rid of him. But he wasn’t going anywhere, and I thought to myself with a sinking feeling, Oh, Jeeze, girl. What have you done? You’ll never get rid of this guy.
Temps reached 60° yesterday! It was sunny and bright. The air smelled like daffodils. I saw my first robin of the season! (Bad photo since taken from 15 feet away.)
I went tromping—the Walkway/Highland Village loop. I am woefully out of shape.
On the way back, I saw a guy proposing to a woman:
“Oh, sure,” she said. “That sounds okay. Why not?”
In a weird forgotten corner of the subway, I ran into C______ B, who is married to the demented K__ N.
After real-life C______ was literally driven into the hospital for a couple of months a year or so ago with a mystery illness that doctors had no idea how to treat but thought might be caused by—ahem—stresses in his life, and his friends ponied up thousands of GoFundMe $$$, and he miraculously recovered, and then—went back to K__ N, I more-or-less gave up on him as a human being.
But here he was, and he was tall. Really, really tall. I barely came up to his shoulder. We embraced. I asked about K__—there was a quick shot of K__ lying in some kind of bed, contracted into fetal position, surrounded by writhing brains.
And somehow, the embrace progressed into sexual penetration.
His cock was really, really small. Like practically a micro-penis.
I wondered how he could possibly feel any friction. I myself could barely feel him, forget about cumming.
But apparently, there was enough friction for him to cum.
After it was all done, I was in a hurry to get rid of him. But he wasn’t going anywhere, and I thought to myself with a sinking feeling, Oh, Jeeze, girl. What have you done? You’ll never get rid of this guy.
Temps reached 60° yesterday! It was sunny and bright. The air smelled like daffodils. I saw my first robin of the season! (Bad photo since taken from 15 feet away.)
I went tromping—the Walkway/Highland Village loop. I am woefully out of shape.
On the way back, I saw a guy proposing to a woman:
“Oh, sure,” she said. “That sounds okay. Why not?”
