Day Six: Like Carrie, Only Naked, Slowly Touching Herself
Tuesday, 13th November 2012. Andalucia.
the nights are cold down here in the Marbella suburbs too in November, and locals and expats stay indoors in their postmodern, mock-Moorish houses.
I sleep on a much larger pillow than I do at home. for two nights in a row I’ve awoken suddenly, all sweaty, from dreaming of hot embraces with big bosomed girls. one of them a co-worker at home, the other an Austrian burlesque girl I’ve only seen on the internet. in my dream I had those big tits of hers in my face and two fingers deep inside her, working on the third, but in reality it was only that huge pillow I was wrestling. I would love to see her completely covered in fake blood, like Carrie, only naked, slowly touching herself while looking me straight in the eyes. I should lay off the beef and those deep Spanish reds before bedtime, I guess.
nights are cold down here too. locals and expats alike all stay indoors.