|My morning was 10% as sexy as this.|
A dream factory within a perfect mind could have had me at a fashion show where the supermodels would walk down the catwalk, backstage to me on a bearskin rug where I'm naked and smoking a pipe, she does the nasty with Doctor Ken, puts on a new outfit and parades back to the catwalk, just in time for a new one come to come backstage, and so forth. And that's just off the top of my head!
|"Take a quick bow and hurry back to the bearskin rug."|
As a matter of fact, my boner dream could have taken me to a mythical land of insatiable creatures. Dr. Ken could have been lying happily in a forest with ferries fluttering around his face, landing gently on his face, when a mermaid comes by. Or a unicorn. Hell, make it a winged mermaid princes with a big glowing horn jutting out of her head like a unicorn. Somehow she rocks that horn; She owns it and makes it sexy. She saunters over to me horny as hell, tells all the little ferries to piss off, mounts me, grinds away, and her wings are flapping in ecstasy. Soon she is getting worked up enough to make her horn glow bright red and offers to do crazy horn penetration with me, but I politely tell her I'm not quite ready to take that plunge with her. But maybe when I get to know her better.
|This was the afternoon the woman of my dreams was conceived.|
|How can I be expected to compete with this guy?|