Wet Dreams

            I dreamed of LT ; in this alternate reality she was still young while I was still turning into a whitebeard. Much as it had been 26 years ago, her touch was instantly arousing, even when it wasn't meant to be. (Partly because she had the most perfect figure I think I’ve ever seen, touched.) I spent most of my dream trying to hide my arousal: we were out at a performance where I was doing a poetry reading. (I had to sit on stage in a chair rather than standing.)

            In a later dream I found myself playing a "dating" simulation. The choices were getting more and more erotic, kissing, hugging, posing for photographs, helping your partner change into the next costume, then suddenly, you would be dunking your partner in a small carnival dump tank for the "Bad End."

            The resulting photos were pretty funny, though.

 

Ad astra per technica,

FF