Lately I've been dreaming about having sexy doings with all sorts of unexpected partners.
Last week, I was a naughty law clerk helping Sam Waterston with his briefs.
Before that, I was getting kinky in the fetish store-- with a tattooed wench named Dare.
This morning, I awoke still feeling the spell of animal magnetism.....in a London flat, an ethno-biologist had enlisted me to write his book... and his menagerie of wild cats, pythons and macaws were eyeing me with more than basic instinct.
Next week, I'll probably dream myself into the D-cups of a red-haired vixen-for-hire.
That does it. I've got to stop the pizza before bed.