SeX DrEam No. 2


How often do u get the chance to shag your sister and her hot cousin in a dream?never..
So today, I dreamt of an amazing scenario and it played out perfectly in my head..

My sister and I were cleaning our rooms and our parents had left us alone. We both went downstairs to cook some lunch and my sister spilled some sauce on her breast..i was so excited by this i had to lick it off. It caught her by surprise And it did for me too. How could this be?Was there something amazingly wrong with me?was I attracted to my sister? All questions aside I loved the way her breasts tasted and i wanted more. I slid my hands under her top, unhooked her bra and licked those nipples, nice and slowwwly…

It felt real good, especially since she removed her top and loosened the pony tails on our heads. I licked n bit her tits as she got so wet and started fingering herself…

Oh,this was getting good,i lifted my top n let her lick my nipples as i rubbed her clit with her n squeezed her ass with my other hand.

The doorbell rang!who could it be?our cousin…we couldn’t help but open the door butt naked, giggling. She immediately understood what was going on and joined us by taking off her top and putting a strap on and doing us from the back…my sister screamed as her ass was fucked and i rubbed her clit and kissed her face…we were pleasuring her and she was so wet and so wanted it..

We did the strangest thing, we made lunch, all 3of us, naked, and ate it off eachothers bodies on top of the kitchen table. a few chips on my cousins pussy and i was eating it up…

What a lovely dream..

Morgan


I think this is the last fucking time im gonna write this post. ive written it so many times….sigh,deep breath.

Ok,i was basically saying that sometimes you wake up in the morning and your satisfied with the decisions you made because its called putting things in the past, behind you. My life became like that the minute I finished school in june.

I always had a really weird childhood,no permanent best friends in year 6,7 or 8..i was an outcast of sorts, doing my own thing. Living an artists life, singular. And ofcourse the dudes came and went but i wasn’t popular, i wasn’t a freakin girlscout like everybody else. I was just dramasque,preserved and locked away. It’scause Mutti and Vatti always had the upper hand on my childhood. Sometimes I think a prison guard was my obstetrician!

But look at me, i turned out to be bitter, confused and a lil bit retarded, schizo,freak..ish…ok,maybe I’m hurting my feelings way too much!But i left my past behind me and I was satisfied. Who wouldn’t be?Basically the pair of humans that came with high school were plastic and ran in packs(like wilderbeast..)and im not a fucking wilderbeast..im not!

In year 9, i met Morgan, an extremly black namibian boy. Sweet and quiet in nature.Little did i know he’d be a significant influential and effect of my growth and development.

Morgan and i never hung out after i was the first person to speak to him in class, we cleared at the same time and we never spoke. I entered another school to complete my year 12 and 13 studies and Morgan as well as half of my year 11leavers class joined me there. Morgan had changed from being quiet to outspoken and secretive. He became a male fantasy:a lady’s man. All the chics in school wanted to vibe him despite his blackness.Morgan wanted me…was i just another girl he could toy with?maybe.

I resisted Morgan’s vibe because i knew he didn’t know me that well, we barely talked due to his parttime casanova job and he never seemed all that interested in getting to know my number or my character. Everything I told him he’d judge it, i stopped telling him stuff. He hurt my ego,in more ways than one.

Morgan and i had our first intimate moment when i began teaching year 1students at the school next door. He used to walk me to class, take an interest in what i was doing..he genuinly seemed interested in my vibe. I was in a relationship with ben at that time and things weren’t going so well. Morgan was there. A guy, in my presence, making me feel whole and chatting me up.

I made out with Morgan one day at a school trip, during a french play called Kirikou et la sorciere. WHen we came back to school, Morgan and I also made out in spare rooms. He was really good at the intimate section but I knew he didn’t have the strength or the pysche to get to know me. Morgan, the secretive, casanova with a confused view on life. He told me he’d teach me how to pleasure ben and myself. He told me his had so much sex his a pro. He can help me. I loved ben so much, I’d do it with another guy just to know if I could do it right myself

He confused me. As much as I cared about his emotions, I didn’t know if I should take him seriously. He never took me seriously. It all seemed unmanageable.

I left my past behind, happy that I knew who Morgan had become and who i didn’t want to be. Yesterday I got a call from Morgan asking me where i was, ‘hi dramasque, how r u?what crazy things have u been up to?’ Did j appreciate that?Did secy still want his kisses?did dramaque appreciate his attempts at mentally abusing her again?my conscience is a temple of definitive opinion and personal choice. I must not allow anybody to tamper with it. Morgan changed, I can’t let him feel that he hasn’t.

Face-2-Face


The weirdest day ever happened like it never hapenned before.I woke up in the morning knowing two things: Thor was leaving and I was going to meet Douche.
How crazy is it that you wake u in the morning and you have your agenda planned out for you. Living for the moment.I disagree. Every moment has its initiative and its plan. Life has to be organized.


I guess, this mentality got me into trouble. I mean living in a box was not my intention but that’s where i found myself. So i woke up in the morning, put on my jeans and a cleavage inviting top. Mutti dropped me off for graphic design classes and I set of for the bus waiting area, I needed to catch one fast. Thor was about to leave Westlands and if i didn’t meet him, I’d see him in not less than 6 years, the gravty of the situation dawning on me I wated. Boy, was that the longest wait in the world. This same bus waiting area was also used by Vatti and his Megatronic Range rover vogue to go to work. Waht if he passed by and saw his princess daughter waiting for a bus?!and to go where?!? I freaked out. The scared little girl turned back and as usual, I made a mental note to tell Thor that I couldn’t make it 😦 this is how it always is. But i think I enjoy the absence and the comfort of unchanging circumstances. I just kept thinking, thank God I’m going back, what if Vatti caught me?

Thor wasn’t willing to give up. I should’ve guessed, after all we’ve been through. He told me to meet him at a nearby supermarket. So i begged these guys to take me there, I recognized one of them being Karan, a guy I had met at the graphic school on a random day. They were smoking in the car, I entered without hesitation, I needed to do this for Thor.

Thor arrived and the indian guys who dropped me off left. I was nervous. This was also the supermarket area where Vatti got fuel for his car. But I needed to seem calm for Thor, I wasn’t pulling it off very well. Here I was faced with a conflict of emotions. I wanted to be Thor’s lady love who’d dearly miss him but at the same time I didn’t know how to tell him I needed a ride back to school or that I could be busted by Vatti Story of my life. Solving multiple challenges at the same time.

Thor was angry, he left looking sad that I couldn’t keep focused. I was sad too…whats going to happen to us. I told him Ihow i felt on Monday? Is this the end? Are the external factors of Them going to tamper with the relationship we have?Will see him before I leave for the LoO? Crap, I wanted to think about these things and discuss with him…I knew the resolutions would kick in later.

I got back to school, still abit nervous by my quick gateway and who do I find there: The cool bunch of indians, smoking and skiving their morning classes. I don;t know what naivity kicked in, but I decided to go sit next to them in the car. Karan and his friend Shatig were bragging about their business proposals and business deals. Male-super-ego talk. I sat and listened in silence, encouraging them and at the same time mocking their vanity. Shatig was the brains who typed, Karan was the king who spoke and did the Isle of Corruption corruption.

They told me they needed to go pick up a friend at the supermarket so I went with them. I guess Karan had that greedy look in his eyes when I boasted how good at pilates I was. I did a few stretches for them and I think that’s what sparked the nightmare that ensued. When we arrived at the supermarket Shatig left the car to supposedly go “pick up something”, Karan made the first move “do you want a leg massage”. Dramasque,”of course!”. The massage turned into a touchy moment and Karan obviously wanted to get a feel of me in that car. Secy was saying “let him do it” but I wanted to scream, no way in hell did I enjoy this!And I didn’t want Karan’s grimy hands on me so I told him to not touch me down there, or anywhere else. He played it cool, asking me if I wanted a shoulder massage as well and i submitted but trusting him only to a certain degree. I knew what was going on, he had the connections and the maturity, so he felt he had a right to tempt me and seduce me in that car. Did I feel good?Yes, for abit I liked it, then I hated his hands attempting to touch me.

We got back to school, I felt wrong. That was a face to face situation that I should’ve handled with the utmost womanly elegance and instead, i was living for the moment and being cool. Up till the point when it hit me and I was already in that situation. I felt like a fetus, injected with a shot of adrenaline and no way of controlling my principles. Next time, when I’m faced with such a tempting situation, so radical and upfront. I’ll walk away, I’ll listen to J.

The driver didn’t notice me waltzing in and i guiltily went to class.

After I was done with class, I got to my icdl class and there I told my classmates what happened. I couldn’t keep my big mouth to myself and it felt good to let it out. When i was done with icdl I went to see Ford, he was excited to see me but after the morning I’d had I just wanted to be with a friend who understood the mental trauma I’d gone through.

We sat and watched Zane in the room till it was time for me to go meet Douche. Ford was reluctant to let me leave, it’s been one week since we met and he’s already getting attached?!I can’t handle this. I made another mental note to find out if he was trying to use me. I’m not used to having to talk to a guy a face to face. This was one situation where I was being flirted with in person, hoe do I resist temptation and at the same time lay some friendly ground rules. I resisted his attempts to kiss me and walked off, i’d had enough, this was one situation where my body wasn’t going to be manipulated. For my part, I played it cool.

I walked to the mall and met Douche. Face to face inquisition. He looked really sad like he’d had enough. I was FED UP. After all the abandonment he made me go through for two weeks, I wanted to scream in his face and throw his coke in the water. fuck that…i wanted to cry and say that as much as I had people who loved me and i had Thor, I needed the friend I had in Douche. I laid it out, we talked about it. I surprised myself, I was clear and to the point. For his part he told me he felt that he was holding me down.. he agve me things to think about. Maybe I accept too much mentally. And the reality of the situation is that people can’t live up to those standards so they hide behind the “live for the moment” theory so their not subjected to deadlines, and critiques.

Am i right? Am I even normal for thinking this way? Nevertheless I took deep breaths as i talked face to face with Douche. A mixture of questions and feelings. He helped me clarify it all. I didn’t have to go through the puzzles of relationships alone. I walked out of there feelings responsible, the task is mine to fullfill and i must accomplish it. I must accomplish certainty and peace.

I’m sitting on my bed touching the chain…how weird can face to face situations be. Technology allows one to speak slowly, think, act almost definately to how they want to be. Technology lies. Technology is immediate. All that technology isn’t is what face to face conversations seem to be.