Caressing dreams

January 9, 2020

Christmas week I woke one morning convinced I had been with a group of Time Travelling Lesbian Crossdressers. It was one of those caressing dreams that lingers on. One where the body becomes music, you know, a perfect violin, and you ride the wild surf of your bed sheets with violent desire. You are in lust with everyone. And they bite you, taste your lips, caress your hardness in a way that expresses their own needs and desires. They take you to a place without any rules, without any limits. Way beyond time itself…

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