I've heard that pregnancy is supposed to give you vivid and erotic dreams. That hasn't really happened for me.
I guess all that blogging about body shots must have done the trick, because last night I finally had a sex dream.
The Star? Bump.
I think I did it wrong.
No offense, Honey. I think you're hott - and so does my subconscious, obviously - but having a sex dream about your husband is like using a vacation day to go to the office.
Not that you're "work." Um, quick! Somebody give me a better analogy.
4 comments:
Ooh! ooh! I know! I know! Having a sex dream about your [partner] is like being in Belgium and buying a Hersheys bar. It's still sweet and delicious, but you're in BELGIUM for CHRISSAKES!!! *sheesh*
Having a sex dream about your partner is like being a diabetic in a chocolate factory.
Count your blessings. One of my pregnant sex dreams was a three way with Brian Urlacher and Elizabeth Hurley.
I was fine about reading your sex dream. I am completely traumatized beyond recognition by reading Sarah's.
Tha is not a dream, that is a fucking NIGHTMARE. Pun intended.
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