A dream felt so real that the alarm clock tinkling me awake and out of it made me laugh. The dream had me looking forward to an indeterminate length of time in prison, albeit a relatively luxurious prison with rack after rack of current magazines. I thought oh, so prisons are what keep the print magazine business going ? Who knew…
I spent much of the dream anticipating anal sex, but the worst that happened was a CO accused me of lying but found no evidence. I am a horrible liar, after all, and that would be revealed should I land in prison and be accused of insubordination or concealing contraband. I think that’s what it was. She accused me of having cigarettes or pot but pored through everything I had and found nothing. I think she thought she had planted it on me and was bummed to have either failed to do that or to discover that I discovered and got rid of it.
Whatever happened I did not get fucked in the ass, and any tensions I harbored were vanquished when Alex Jones was hauled in in handcuffs. Other prisoners mistook him for Harvey Weinstein but I knew my thugs. I didn’t think the Jones trials would come with jail time so he must have slugged the judge or something.
The dream doesn’t matter as much as the amusing moment when the alarm clock jingle started jangling and my toothpick-strong belief I was going to spend time in jail shattered. I woke to a familiar boner and a porn-free Morning Mas. I was remembering the woman who loved sucking cock, and how crazy she could start to get after a half a glass of wine. She turned into kind of a maniac, like she was desperately starved for it. I felt odd in those moments, like I was feeding her, providing sustenance with an organ more commonly used for waste. Wasted jizz, wasted piss, wasted mental energies… Waste waste waste. When I’d cum she held the shaft with her left hand and held her right hand flat, raising her palm toward my face. I would clasp that hand with my left and hold the back of her head with my right, amazed at the look of utter rapture on her face as the jizz came through. She swallowed everything, and we would then retreat to the bed where I’d slowly hump her leg until returning to hardness and what was usually 45 minutes to an hour of fucking. That’s the memory that made my Morning Mas today. Wish my more recent memories came anywhere near that one, or any of the others involving that woman. She pretty quickly got to be too much for me but I think I did her well, gave her what she wanted. What she needed.
Just took a tremendous dump, with all the trappings and weirdnesses of this office’s shitters. No need to repeat that intimate detail.
