NYC: Faster Pussycat, Kill! Kill!

NYC: Faster Pussycat, Kill! Kill!

I had a dream last night that the lover formally known as the BFE was trying to kill me. Hmmmm maybe that's what I get for texting him before bed? I was feeling particuarlly horny. My loins are on fire, by the way. You'd think I'd feel satiated with my last 2 shags. WRONG. I'm even more horny and want sex even more. So yeah, perhap I was a bit naughty by texting the F-BFE.

So in my dream the F-BFE was furious with me! He was trying to choke me to death.

I don't know the reason why he was angry. But he had this really strained look in his eyes. I don't think I've ever seen him that mad in my whole life. It was like he hated me. I kept wondering what had I done to prevoke such fury? In his anger he shouted at me, "You looked at my MySpace page over a million times!"

Okay, as I write that out it seems comical, but it was actually quite serious in my dream. I was fervently trying to convince him that I had not looked at his MySpace page a million times. Then my next thought was, "How would he know, anyhow?"

Anyhow, I woke up feeling congested. The heat was up too high. I think if you sleep and you're too hot you tend to have nightmares. I should forget the dream, but I'm still freaked out by that intense look in his eyes. Weird.

So last night's shag was great. I'll go into more detail later, but it was none other than the jet-setting Mr.MusicBiz. The way his cock felt inside my pussy is amazing. More on that later.