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| Dollface |
It's unbearably humid here. I've spent most of the evening in my bedroom, a fan moving warm air around the room, a window open in an exercise of futility. A sheet wrapped around my limbs, hair plastered to my temples and generally being rather grumpy, dozing off the heat and waking up with my mascara down my cheeks. New Orleans can suck Cardiff's fat one, it's SO HOT.
And, in my dopey, sleepy, half-awake state, I manage to have those lucid dreams in which you have a crumb of control, and whilst containing a fairly hefty dose of surrealism, manage to be fairly realistic. Or rather, fairly desirable.
So, if the next spell of humidity cooks up dreams of me crawling under a table at a work dinner party and making sure that everyone's satisfied, or sitting a man between my thighs and feeding him his meal and making him suck my fingers clean (COME ON! Where the hell did that come from?! I'm 90% gay, and couldn't top a trifle when it comes to men), or having my hair pulled by an anonymous female in a narrow kitchen whilst she burns me with the steam from a kettle and forces me to kiss her, I'll settle for being grumpy and hot.
Sigh. V, you're going to get it so bad when I come back home!
Edited Tue 15 Jul 08, 4:33 PM by Dollface
