Saturday Night Fever: Strange Dreams
I am prone, once in a while, to to dream of strange things. Not ‘strange’ as in, I’m walking my pet velociraptor as one would walk a dog on a… Read more »
I am prone, once in a while, to to dream of strange things. Not ‘strange’ as in, I’m walking my pet velociraptor as one would walk a dog on a… Read more »
But in the meantime, rest well. And dream of large women. The Man in Black (aka Westley) ~ The Princess Bride Somewhere between my sleep-heavy lids and the cushioning lull… Read more »
In which, Feve fellates Bon Jovi. (Just Jon. Not the whole band.)
I dream, half awake, in slo-mo pixelated lag time, era frozen and bodies fluid, the curve of his cock sunburn hot against my palm, his youthful shyness golden as the… Read more »