In Mr. Winky's dreams

In Mr. Winky's dreams
Originally uploaded by blue4u2day.

This is how it is in Mr. Winky's dreams.

Needless to day, that's why we call them dreams. Reality of late hasn't been so hot; we all seem to be running a bit high on hormones. Jane at least has an excuse; I'm not sure what my problem is.

Monday found me in the local emergency room for twelve bloody hours; I had a severe stomach pain (lower right); turns out it was... er... well, they don't know. I got some good drugs out if it, though, and proceeded to sleep for the next seventy-two hours. Straight. The boss wasn't too pleased I didn't show up to work, but, hell, I didn't care, did I. Nope. Not on those drugs.

Today, Jane's sister went to court for the auto accident she had a couple of weeks ago. She totalled her car; the cop charged her with reckless driving; the judge tossed her in the can for ten days, right then and there. Needless to say, this set Jane off on another tease.

Here it is, nearly one in the morning, and I'm thinking I'd love to go up and have a nice long screw with Jane. I want one where she's down on the bed, ass up in the air, grunting like a pig and screaming my name while thrusting back on my rod. One of those times when she loses everything and begs for my cum to fill her hot slash. "Cum in me. Cum in me."

Wait a minute, isn't that how we arrived at this very point in time? Ah, well, the good news is I've nothing to fear for the next eight months or so.

So, friends, ride on. And keep the raincoats in your car.