Last night, I made love to six fascinating women. Then I woke up.
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Last night, I made love to six fascinating women. Then I woke up.
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A red head, two brunettes and three blondes?
Perfect! One was a tenured professor of philosophy, two were starving avant garde artists, and the remaining three were a socially responsible lawyer, a biologist, and a physicist. I only woke up because I wanted to fetch another round of margaritas. Poor decision on my part!
LOL Now that’s a dream with panache!!! Thanks for visiting me and leaving such an excellent comment!! I’m adding you to my blogroll.
Thank you so much for your vote of confidence in my blog, albeit not in my sexual prowess. I’m returning the favor by adding you to my blogroll at once.
Thanks!!! And I don’t edit my comments well — It should have read ‘now’. Your prowess is your dept. — not mine!!!! LOL
You’re welcome. And I made the edit for you. I like your blog, by the way. You have a lively style.
Let’s see, a tenure professor, avant garde artists, a lawyer, biologist, and physicist — is this supposed to imply you loved them for their minds?
Actually, Donna, I was trying to slyly claim for myself improbable excellence in bed by implying that, while they had fine minds to start with, I was able to drive them crazy. Damn, but you called me on it!
Well the “socially responsible female lawyer” should have cued you in that it was a dream…
Yes, but when she showed up in nothing but her briefs while claiming she wanted to approach my bar as a friend of the court, I failed to notice the contradiction.
I suppose that means you had no objection.
Nothing beyond suggesting that her briefs should be archived.
There’s no catch there at all. Dream time span, like hypnotic time span, is as distorted as required to fulfill the fantasy. It’s highly likely that six fascinating women in one real night would have felt highly rushed and frustrating. In dream time, it could go on and on and on. Much better than reality!
Much better!
I noticed though that an element of realism managed to sneak into my dream. Just as in real life, I possessed an improbable excellence in bed. Only in the dream, I had partners!
Lucky you! I can’t even remember my dreams half the time.
But that shouldn’t stop you from making up better ones than the ones you had and forgot, should it?
So what’s the catch? ; )
LOL! I’ve been asking myself the same question. Near as I can figure, the catch was waking up.
Well they say dream big. Wouldn’t mind if my subconscious took a cue from yours.
I’m planning on dreaming of an entire Las Vegas chorus line next month. My goal is to begin modestly with six women, and then build up.
Holy smoke! You must have godlike edurance!
I ascribe my phenomenal endurance to healthy living, pure mountain air, and an amazing tolerance for fantasy.