Sex dream

On the later part of the day, I woke up minutes before 5:00 extremely pleased and amused and dellusionally inlove and dellusionally satisfied.

I semi-fucked L's CURRENT boyfriend on my dream.

I just learned what it is to be actually in love after sex. This is why an old crush and his current not-too-pretty-but-ok-nonetheless girlfriend first started dating anyway, because they had good sex.


L's BF was so freaking hot. This is not the first time I've dreamt of kissing him, by the way. And there's always lots of electricity when I dream of him. It's always so goddarn hot. I swear. Best dream kisses.

This is just proof of my a.) snakeyness and b.) of my unsatisfaction due to lack of men.


Anyway, it's just a good good dream. (Details: We did it on the floor, at the back of the door in his apartment, and everything was pitch dark. Yeah. IT WAS A REALLY REALLY AWESOME KISS and semi-fuck. He didn't love me, but I may as well as be in love with him at that point. Being a good kisser can make you make someone fall!)


That was the perfect cure to my early this day dilemma.



The thing now is, I've never hidden a secret from L. Ever. We have this unspoken covenant that inner thought are to be digested, and analyzed together. And I will NEVER/never/"never" jeopardize our friendship. As much as I can. Gawd, can't I be a good friend? It's just that my hormones are all over the place.



P.S. The ex is boring to boot.