Rough And Reassuring

Days Walking - 104

Church is now my tent-mate, ever since we were put together on the same Watch group. And somehow, for some reason, Church's digestive system is in the midst of an industrial methane production phase. That's right, horriffic, odious and hellish fumes have been coming out of this otherwise sweet young thing.

It's not like her diet has changed recently. Unless she's creeping out in the night to dine on squirrels and bunnies. Or caribou. Small ones, just to curb those midnight cravings.

There's no sound, no warning, no claxon, no air-raid siren wail to prepare her victims. I swear it must seep out of her pores or spontaneously manifest. One moment all is well, and the next minute, I'm highly tempted to upchuck all over my pillow.

What? No, Of course I'm not talking about you, Stinky. I'm not about to tell the world about your gassy issues. What kind of a blabbering bitch do you take me for?

Ok my steamy dreams (cause you know, it's so sexy to talk about heavenly images of subconscious sex right after going on and on about ass gas)

Warning - just skip the rest of today's post if you are troubled by anything risque...

It's more weird than wild, really...Ok so in my dream I'm in this giant tent, like the size of those you might have a church revival meeting in. Only this tent is made of silk and velvet and has all those beautiful deep colors you find in the Middle Eastern genre.

And the tent is empty except for a narrow cushioned table. The cushion is built into the table, almost like the exam table at a doctor's office. It is black leather and very warm to the touch.

Did I mention that I'm completely naked in this dream? Yeah.

So I'm checking out the table, and there's a blast of air and I look to the tent flap and there's a man standing there flanked by two women. Everyone is nude.

No one but me has a face. This seems pretty typical of my dreams.

The guy and two girls walk up to me, and without a word they lay me down on the table. Only after I lie down do I notice that there are numerous straps and attachments for binding a person's arms and legs. For some reason, this does not trouble me. The leather is like warm butter against my skin, and I relax into its softness.

They take my hands and bind them with a single strap, arms bent at the elbows - I can scratch my shoulders with my thumbs, and that's the limit of my movement. Pinning my arms in this position squooshes my boobs together, and it looks like I have more than my meager rack, cool!

The strap is rough and reassuring and the anticipation begins to build.

My legs are bound next. And then my faceless captors make sweet, long, lingering pleasure to me with various impressive implements (I'd love to go into explicit detail, but I'm not the one typing this) and the interesting thing is, all of the sex toys are not sex toys.

They're made of fruit. Everything is made of fruit. After a time, I realize that the three people around me are also made of fruit. Sticky sweet fruit juices are everywhere, and in the end, I devour the people and all their fruit.

At the end of the dream, I'm still strapped to the table, wondering how I'm going to get free. And that's it.

I think the meaning of the dream is pretty clear. I need to get to a produce market very soon or I will lose my mind. Oh, and some sex would be very nice too.

Litany Webb, singing off

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