Any dream...

that Poppy or the rest of you fine ladies show-up in is better than most.   Even better... you could ask about living out that dream if you wanted.

I normally have dreams at night about most of the special ladies I've met in this wonderful hobby. But lately I've been day dreaming of Ms. Astor.

I seldom dream but do leading up to a date. My dreams vary widely but are often outdoors, from sitting together on a park bench by a duck pond to a nude pixie dancing in a field of wild flowers. I have even dreamt of a trip to the impound lot with a very sexy woman, I'm not sure what that one meant but it sure ended up being fun.

I even end up in that state where I know I am dreaming.  Unfortunately, for whatever reason, I seldom remember much of the details once I wake up.

I once dreamt that I fell in love with and married a Provider...

…she came to me in the night. The moonlight made her porcelain skin glow; her long flaxen hair wafted in the warm evening breeze and her thin, diaphanous dress rippled like wavelets of heat. She had soft, yet intense green eyes whose beauty mocked that of the lushest forest or the richest jade. Her lips were full and gentle and had the blush of a rose wine and tasted of strawberries. Her skin was like it was sculpted of butter and tasted as creamy and sweet. This sylph moved like she was floating on air and her scent, as she passed, would fill your senses with the essence of lavender and vanilla. We made love that night and for many nights that followed into what seemed like years we stayed united as one. Although we needed nothing more than each other, she continued her life’s work because, as she liked to say, “I really love what I do!” Each night, after returning home from her trysts, she would slip into bed next to me and nuzzle closely and tell me, “you’re the best lover I’ve ever had…”. Then one morning the blare of the alarm clock blasted me into an awakened stupor. I reached for her but she wasn’t there. She had vanished as if she had never existed at all. She left behind nothing but her memory, and the scent of lavender and vanilla.

Must have fallen asleep with this post on my mind.

Last night I dreamed I was giving a hobbyist a Bj & it kept growing & growing & growing. He stepped back & began walking around the room twirling it like a lasso. It kept growing as he continued spinning it faster & faster until it took on the form of a tornado! YIKES!

I love that dream. If only there was a provider for that.