Is this a safe room?
Whatever, I’m carrying it out. Here’s a confession: We have only had one intercourse fantasy in my own life. (Caveat — that I’m able to keep in mind, which I’m notorious for perhaps maybe not doing). I ended up being… enough years old, as well as for some reason why evening, once I lay my weary mind upon my pillow, we drifted into slumber susceptible to some X-rated thoughts about… Robbie Williams.
Yes, the bawdy, slick-haired, ‘00s British live pregnant cams crooner — “I’m loving angels instead” and all sorts of that — ended up being the main topic of my first and just sex dream. We don’t also like Robbie Williams that much. He’s maybe maybe not, like, my man. We don’t know what strange, topsy-turvy annals of my head called forth their face and in addition, um, their human anatomy into my goals that as if summoned by the horn of Gondor itself evening. Continue reading I’d A Sex Dream Of A Pal And Told Him About Any Of It, So That’s Canceled