Animal Orgies
It was a warm dream of breathing and being. Everything was soft and beautiful. Rolling around. So many scratchy paws, wet noses, frenzy of tails. I begin to come up out of the luxerious haze.
WTF?!?!?
NOT A DREAM DUDE!
For a moment I wonder how I got here.
Then I remember. I picked up some crazy cat and got her to invite me back to her flat.
She gave me a drink. It made my eyes feel like they were bulging out and I vaguely remember soft fluffy things from my imagination dancing below me . I was wasted out on milk like a droog in the Korova Milkbar by the time I was introduced to Giselle
I THOUGHT I was just burying a nut. I SWEAR!
and one unholy thing lead to another.
No. It is actually true
posted by Perdita @ 10:37 AM
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3 Comments:
Ha, Perdita. I'm a dreamer. I often wonder if it has something to do with being left handed.
The Dream Traders (you asked about on my blog) is one of those books very Wilbur Smithish - the male writer has lots of knowledge (from history books probably) about China, but persists in sharing his sexual fantasies with the reader which might work with male readers although I think the book is too long for the male concentration span. I knew when he 'fell in love' with the Chinese woman she would die in the end (she did) but he conveniently had a British woman to hand and they married and lived happily ever after. Ho hum.
Well at least someone is coming out and exposing these animal orgies... that's how kennel cough gets around.
hahaha classic
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