Friday, July 30, 2010


so remember how i hate it when people tell me their dreams? well clearly i think i'm above the law because i keep subjecting you to mine. i've decided that i'm not gonna stop, but just so you know: i know.

last night i had a truly exhausting dream. you know those dreams where you need to pee or poop or masturbate and the whole dream is you trying to find an appropriate place with a little privacy and/or a receptacle? well sometimes i have those dreams but where i'm with a client and we need to find a place where i can jerk him off. i've had this dream about 5 or 6 times, with different clients, and the plot's always the same: i meet up with my client; i forget the keys to my studio; my client has TWO bulges in his pants: one is his dick about ready to blow its top, and the other is a cartoonishly gigantic wad of cash; both of these bulges want to make their way into my hands, if only we can find a private spot.

last night the dream was in a town that looked like puerto vallarta, warm and muggy, and full of alleyways and nooks and crannies. the client in my dream was one of my regulars: steve. we kept walking around and around and finally when we couldn't find anywhere we got a cheap hotel. i laid steve down on the bed and rubbed his back a bit, and then flipped him over and started jerking him off. no matter what i did he wouldn't come. i started dozing off so i went to the bathroom to splash some water on my face. when i came back steve had morphed into this girl i had slept with once, who had the exact same sandy blonde pubic hair, and the same sort of bored yet entitled sexual energy. it's weird when someone just lays back and waits for you to get them off, even when they're not paying you. i mean, there's topping someone, which is among my favorite things to do, but in that case the person is engaging with you, not just kicking back and waiting for you to service them.

so. steve was this girl. just laying there, waiting for whatever was going to happen to happen. i felt trapped. i climbed into bed and got to work. there's a lot more dream where that came from, but i'm going to spare you the details because it wasn't cute. needless to say, i woke up feeling worn out.

bummer dreams, go away!

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