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.
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Hmm, now I am intrigued
but I think it might be English Version
for me to start with… yet nice Pic…
fucking nice Pic ! Always sweet !
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I so sorry for this silly Epithet
It has to do with my Exam Delirium I guess
Pardon me for being so rude, please !
I work too hard and overreact to Stimuli
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ay, Zamoysky, My Polish Princessa, it’s a blessing and a curse to be sensitive, and a Lady of Your Stature can never be sensitive enough! I kiss you, Zamoysky, I Kiss You!
Hepp!
The dream: hot embraces with big bosomed girls. The picture (a vision of a sample of reality): an awesome composition, an efficient almost bicolored one, something heavily intriguing to make it one of your best shots, man. And I guess I’m gonna dream tonight one of those hot dreams.
ay, Francis, those dreams, huh? too bad (?) they’re just dreams 😀
thanks for your kind words, buddy!
Hepp!
I draumar kan alt skje : Bildet ditt her, nydeleg i form og farge,utrulegpassande til tittelen,-og teksta!
haha, dei draumane, Marie, dei draumane. det er nett så ein stakkar kan miste både munn og mæle 😀
takk, beibi, og fredagsbesos frå Andalucia!
Hepp!
Sweaty dreams & wrestled pillows while the light is fading & the nights getting colder. But we will leave the suburbs to get back to those clubs where the girls are big bosomed & their breasts are to drown in, buddy. Just a little warmth in these cold days & nights. Just the light of nearness in these dark days. Just beauty when needed. Just beauty, captein!
All the best & safe travels, Fritsch.
ay, Fritsch, buddy – sometimes all a rambler can do is dream 😀
(but we keep on ramblin’, we keep on looking for those moments when dream becomes reality, and reality becomes loose and lucid and dreamlike. we keep on ramblin’, buddy!)
thanks, pal!
Hepp!