Damn, I hate it when it keeps raining like this! My life is depressing enough right now, I don’t need Mother Nature fucking with me too, lol. Actually I feel a lot better today and realized part of my gloomy mood has been that I ran out of smoke last week. I decided to give it up for a while, because, well, I couldn’t really afford it with Christmas coming up and me still out of work. (Heavy Sigh) I liked Christmas much better when my boys were little and their gifts weren’t as expensive as teenagers’ can be. And now that my ex, Steve, has caught the flu out in "Sunny California" I know he won’t be here for Thanksgiving, and that’s got me really bummed out too. I’m starting to doubt that that particular dream is going to become a reality. I might as well face it and not court disappointment. So I’ve decided not to put my life on hold (again) for something that might never happen.
But in any case, as I was cleaning out the Wal-Mart receipts from my purse (I SWEAR they must breed in there!), I found a 20$ bill I didn’t know I had and decided to get a little herb. I’m glad I did, I’ve missed visiting my friends’ blogs and being more active online, but you know how depression can be. Well, I caught a buzz this morning and managed to pull myself out of my funk. Then the creative juices started flowing and I wanted to tell you about another weird dream I had.
These strange dreams I’m experiencing must be a symptom of my depression, or something, lol. They just can’t come out of nowhere, can they? Today when I checked my 360 mail, I read a note from someone about posting my "erotica". I realized I haven’t written any real erotica in a while. I’m just reporting on my life, and getting pretty descriptive (grin).
Today I decided to get a little bit more creative when blogging about this morning’s odd dream. Regular readers will I recognize the who/what/when/where I was dreaming about. I hope y’all like it ;)
I dreamt of you last night
Listening to a rain that never ceased chiming on the tin roof overhead
My dreams as of late have been haunting my sleeping flights
As like most nighttime wanderings
The details fade with the dark
But the images remain
And the dream is recounted with concentration in the rain-pattered morning . . .
Our visit turned out otherwise
More of a downside (more apparent anyways)
The argument was there but the resolution differs
I have no idea why
I ended up in bed with 2 men
Close friends of yours
One "sleeping" on each side
In agreement with my views
So sympathetic
And so strong and alive
One in each hand
How did that get there?
The TV was on in wide screen hi-def
Cable no less
And in blazing film nior
Ancient pornography played before our eyes
Young men with young men
Circa the 40’s era
As it seemed to me that tone of monochrome
Faces were seen more distinctly
Than the actual acts themselves
Depicting enjoyment and ecstasy
Thin mustachioed men’s smiles
Seen over their lean shoulders
Unsure why
But it was intriguing me like it never had been before
And I squeezed harder feeling the response in the palms of my hands
Though this friend on the right was more affected than Lefty
His effeminacy clear even to my half-closed eyes
I felt my right hand receive the flood
Warm lava oozing through and dripping off the fingers
As I release my first victim
My full attention given to "Lefty"
Who was still long and strong
I sensed his need for resolution
And rolled over to him
Diving in with a wide open mouth
His leg straddled
Leaving slickness wherever my heat burned
My needs
So simple
The cock raging between my lips
I devour it hungrily
And looking up from this delectable entrée
So I can taste the look on his face . . .
Then bewilderment ensues
Inciting visions turn to nightmare horror
As I seem to lose all 30 years of expert fellatio skills
I feel my confidence becoming ill
All knowledge of intimate personal techniques
Gone in a flash and I become scared and scarred
Will it never come back?
I shudder at the thought
The dream carries on unfulfilled even in the end
And this time as I leave
There is discord between us lingering in the fragrant New Orleans air
Pssst – (there wasn’t any that day, but now it’s there)
I awaken then to thoughts of "What the fuck?"
Aware now and reliving this morning’s fantasy soap opera
Absorbing, or attempting to
Any and all hidden messages
What does it mean, what does it mean? – Lilith Eden
Listening to a rain that never ceased chiming on the tin roof overhead
My dreams as of late have been haunting my sleeping flights
As like most nighttime wanderings
The details fade with the dark
But the images remain
And the dream is recounted with concentration in the rain-pattered morning . . .
Our visit turned out otherwise
More of a downside (more apparent anyways)
The argument was there but the resolution differs
I have no idea why
I ended up in bed with 2 men
Close friends of yours
One "sleeping" on each side
In agreement with my views
So sympathetic
And so strong and alive
One in each hand
How did that get there?
The TV was on in wide screen hi-def
Cable no less
And in blazing film nior
Ancient pornography played before our eyes
Young men with young men
Circa the 40’s era
As it seemed to me that tone of monochrome
Faces were seen more distinctly
Than the actual acts themselves
Depicting enjoyment and ecstasy
Thin mustachioed men’s smiles
Seen over their lean shoulders
Unsure why
But it was intriguing me like it never had been before
And I squeezed harder feeling the response in the palms of my hands
Though this friend on the right was more affected than Lefty
His effeminacy clear even to my half-closed eyes
I felt my right hand receive the flood
Warm lava oozing through and dripping off the fingers
As I release my first victim
My full attention given to "Lefty"
Who was still long and strong
I sensed his need for resolution
And rolled over to him
Diving in with a wide open mouth
His leg straddled
Leaving slickness wherever my heat burned
My needs
So simple
The cock raging between my lips
I devour it hungrily
And looking up from this delectable entrée
So I can taste the look on his face . . .
Then bewilderment ensues
Inciting visions turn to nightmare horror
As I seem to lose all 30 years of expert fellatio skills
I feel my confidence becoming ill
All knowledge of intimate personal techniques
Gone in a flash and I become scared and scarred
Will it never come back?
I shudder at the thought
The dream carries on unfulfilled even in the end
And this time as I leave
There is discord between us lingering in the fragrant New Orleans air
Pssst – (there wasn’t any that day, but now it’s there)
I awaken then to thoughts of "What the fuck?"
Aware now and reliving this morning’s fantasy soap opera
Absorbing, or attempting to
Any and all hidden messages
What does it mean, what does it mean? – Lilith Eden
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