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i woke up practically panting | 2001-07-11 | 8:48 a.m.


a dream from last night:

sometimes it is amazing what my mind thinks up when the lights are off...what is subconciously lurking, lurking.

i am out shopping for tanktops. i find something dark maroonish, somehow sparkly - like vinyl - and go into a large dressing room to try it on. it is one of those group dressing rooms with mirrored walls with hooks to hang clothes up and such, with enough space for 8-12 people.

there are three grrls in there with me, curvy grrls, and they smile at me when they catch me glancing over. they try on tight little sweaters and short skirts, running hands down creases and adjusting things for the correct amount of lift.

they approach me, and flirt, and are all lips and smiles and hips. they ask me what i am doing later and i invite them back to the apartment (the old one), ...they happily agree.

in the apartment there is much alkiehol and pot and such and soon after we get settled i am sleepy. i walk into the other room and nap. when i wake from the nap i panic because i think i have just missed out on a wonderful opportunity, but when i walk into the kitchen, the grrls are still there...more comfortable and liquored than before...they inform me that i was gone only half an hour.

one of the grrls gets up, "oh, i know! i can show you what i bought today!" the three grrls squeel with delight and jump up. they try on their clothes for me, piece by piece, ..."and i got this new panty set, and this sheer nightie..." and inbetween they are naked, and there are glances/hands touching, feeling everywhere.

this seemingly continues for hours, and we are all exhausted at the end. it is then that i find out that two of the grrls are HS seniors at a gatholic grrls school, and one of them attends a finnishing school as a freshman. so young! but legal. i wake.

what a typical pr0n fantasy!

mind you, i do not have a thing for youth, as a matter of a fact most people annoy me, esp. people who need to grow up a bit more. this was just a fantasy dream. *shrug*

i woke up practically panting.

damnit TT, mornings are more fun with you here. *grin*


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