Seriously?!

Dream a little dream

I had a weird sex dream last night where the featured guy was a combination of Todd and Cutie-Pie Instructor. That is in itself was more than a little disconcerting. I don't know how I knew the guy was both of them, I just did. The voice was Todd's, the commanding presence was a mixture of Todd and CPI and the aura was all CPI. His physical appearance shifted between the two.

We were sitting at the kitchen table in a house that wasn't familiar to me at all but in which I felt perfectly comfortable and we were drinking coffee and looking at a calender trying to figure out when Todd/CPI would be able to schedule some time for a visit in the future. (This is part is normal since Todd and I don't live in the same state and he has to fly in every month or two to see me. Or I go there. Whatever.)

I get up from the table and pick up our empty cups, making a coy departing shot about how it's sad that we have to schedule time for sex. I walk to the sink and start to put down the cups when he's pressing up behind me. He runs a hand up under my skirt and says, in Todd's rumbling landslide voice, "What about right now?"

I'm not wearing any underwear under my skirt because the next thing I know he pushes a finger into my asshole and I'm arching back, reaching up behind me to grab a double fistful of his hair and coming HARD.

Yeah. Whew. I swear I sat straight up in bed and said "Holy shit!" I've never had a dream quite like that before.

And I'm not big into the back door stuff either. Put a hand on my butt, slap my butt, pinch my butt, that's fine. Come anywhere near me with a piece of anatomy or anything else and talk about wanting to put it in my butt and I'm, like, "Bye-bye. Don't let the door hit you in the butt on the way out."