Inception of Wet Dreams

Have you seen Inception? If not, you probably won't understand what I'm about to write. If you have, read on.


A little background to begin. I have vivid dreams. I wake up and wonder whether they actually happened or not. This can be quite entertaining when it comes to wet dreams, which are becoming more and more frequent. Not complaining.


So this Sunday, I took a little snooze in the afternoon. I remember my dream starting out at a hotel, meeting a guy for the first time. I took care of his cock in every way imaginable. Hands, mouth, pussy, ass...cum everywhere. Next thing I knew, I was alone, writhing with pleasure, fingering my cunt and feeling unbelievable. And then I woke up, but I was still fingering myself, moaning, and feeling the most amazing sensations all over my naked body. By the time I actually woke up and my hand wasn't in my pants I was pissed. How was this self love fest not really happening? So I made it happen. 


I had been talking to one of my twitter followers that day so I blame him fully for planting the lust in my head. Which led to a wet dream, within a wet dream, inside another wet dream. My own personal wet dream version of the movie Inception. 


I am always up for a new idea being planted in my dirty mind because you know I won't hesitate to fulfill my wet dream fantasies.

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Feelings....ICK!

I have zero issue telling people I don't care about, how I really feel and what I think of them. I will lay on the truth like a fat person lays on ranch dressing. I've been called brutally honest too many times to count. I just don't care.


My issue comes when, on the rare occasion, I actually genuinely like a person. I tend to be less upfront about disappointment. I'll try and hide it and often come off as being cold and distant. I often see my feelings as a burden so I usually fold it up real nice and deal with it when I'm alone. This keeps people from fully understanding me and how they effect me. I never vent. I never call people to talk about it. I won't write some long drawn out email explaining everything. I'll just say ok. Or alright. Or that's fine and just deal with it alone.


Just this past few weeks, I've been hit with disappointment left and right. I don't expect things to be easy but I think one issue is enough to deal with at one time. I refuse to complain about it. It is what it is and I can't change it and I've become a tough, hard bitch because of it.