So the nose is a little sore, but worse I had to go to my Awesome Abs classes and rip up all those abdominal muscles. 
Ouchie! The day was semi-interesting but the night was much better. I didn't do too well on tips, once again "THANKS ALOT FOKMUKS!" I always apprieciate it when I give you a stiff drink and you stiff me on the tip. Anyway enough of that, we have the American Loverboys tonight. Can you tell how excited I am. 
But back to last night, I had several strange dreams and have been for the past 2-3 days, it has been a little odd but the vividness last night was insane.
MY SEX DREAM Well kinda......
I was working, and this guy, *MAC, (names altered to protect the innocent), but this guy is pure ROMANCE, and he comes behind the bar to say hi to me. He holds onto my hand and I don't want to let go. We start dancing like it's just us two there. We have created a world where we are all that matters. For some reason we just stop and my Arc Omen, just looks at me. Not expecting anything, just standing there looking at me. I'm like thinking to myself, "How the fuck did I get this lucky, to be standing here with MAC?" I have this terrible urge both in the dream and in real life, to grab him and touch his chest, his sides, his arms, and his hips, sliding my hands up and down his man-core.
In my dream, yes I indulge this fantasy, and he felt every bit as good as I thought he would. He pulled my face close with his hand, and I have to hold onto his hips for dear life, because this is starting to thrill me a little. It's all kinda scary because it's so impossible, and yet every second between us feels so real. 
He kissed me and I felt it alittle but I was already starting to drift to another area of my mind, for my dreamstate. I wish I would have stayed with him just to make-out. I don't know why I wandered, maybe even with all the intensity, it was just too impossible to happen and because I know that left it, where it lay, somewhere in the back of my mind. 
Why does it have to be storaged there? Because otherwise I will torture myself day to day with the thought of him. Moving on.....the rest of my dream was delightful, but not the same without Mr. Romance. It was strange, an old friend of mine, was waiting for me. We greeted but she had a secret she told me in confidence. She was a lesbian, or at least a bi, and was dying for the opportunity to play with the same sex. Since we have been good friends for awhile and we trust eachother, but we hadn't seen eachother in a long time, we decided to answer the calls of our curosity. This gets a little heavy and I'm sorry that I have to end it here but suffice it to say, that it was wonderful, orgasm-inducing, fun.
Shannon
Ouchie! The day was semi-interesting but the night was much better. I didn't do too well on tips, once again "THANKS ALOT FOKMUKS!" I always apprieciate it when I give you a stiff drink and you stiff me on the tip. Anyway enough of that, we have the American Loverboys tonight. Can you tell how excited I am. But back to last night, I had several strange dreams and have been for the past 2-3 days, it has been a little odd but the vividness last night was insane.
MY SEX DREAM Well kinda......
I was working, and this guy, *MAC, (names altered to protect the innocent), but this guy is pure ROMANCE, and he comes behind the bar to say hi to me. He holds onto my hand and I don't want to let go. We start dancing like it's just us two there. We have created a world where we are all that matters. For some reason we just stop and my Arc Omen, just looks at me. Not expecting anything, just standing there looking at me. I'm like thinking to myself, "How the fuck did I get this lucky, to be standing here with MAC?" I have this terrible urge both in the dream and in real life, to grab him and touch his chest, his sides, his arms, and his hips, sliding my hands up and down his man-core.
In my dream, yes I indulge this fantasy, and he felt every bit as good as I thought he would. He pulled my face close with his hand, and I have to hold onto his hips for dear life, because this is starting to thrill me a little. It's all kinda scary because it's so impossible, and yet every second between us feels so real. He kissed me and I felt it alittle but I was already starting to drift to another area of my mind, for my dreamstate. I wish I would have stayed with him just to make-out. I don't know why I wandered, maybe even with all the intensity, it was just too impossible to happen and because I know that left it, where it lay, somewhere in the back of my mind. Why does it have to be storaged there? Because otherwise I will torture myself day to day with the thought of him. Moving on.....the rest of my dream was delightful, but not the same without Mr. Romance. It was strange, an old friend of mine, was waiting for me. We greeted but she had a secret she told me in confidence. She was a lesbian, or at least a bi, and was dying for the opportunity to play with the same sex. Since we have been good friends for awhile and we trust eachother, but we hadn't seen eachother in a long time, we decided to answer the calls of our curosity. This gets a little heavy and I'm sorry that I have to end it here but suffice it to say, that it was wonderful, orgasm-inducing, fun.
Shannon
sureality:
I am so glad you enjoyed the new Alexsandria Shoot. Check out my journal for behind the scenes.