I was traveling with a group of girlfriends; on a girlcation. Anna Kendrick, the necessary really fat girl and two ethnic girls were in the mix because my dreamscape is an inclusive Hollywood film it seems. Lol
We were in a city where we had just found out the entire weekend was dedicated to an abundance of hyper-rich people having a 50 shades, no holds barred weekend of swapping partners, bisexuality, male and female hookers and all the alcohol and drugs one could imagine.
The ritual was that once the weekend was over all parties would put a few tokens (money) and trinkets (jewelry) in a little velvet bag and hand it to the first normal person they saw. Then they would drop their room key somewhere on the street and if anyone chanced on it and figured out their room they could enjoy some of their own debauchery.
Somehow I got separated from my friends and mistaken for being part of the debauchery by a really old cute man and I figured what the heck. So we go up to his room and he lays down and he says “I brought you up here for him, not me” and in walks this chubby and nerdy but sweet looking man about my age. And without any words starts taking me from behind with his father watching.
For some reason I am already beyond horny with the entire exchange, except soon he realizes I’m not a prostitute and we start talking about our respective sex drives. He says that the women in his circle are all prim and uptight. Sex is not high on their list and he is highly sexual. Which is part of the reason he never married. I tell him my libido is very high as well and we proceed to spend the rest of the weekend having a great time full of lots of sex and laughter.
The weekend ends and he begs me to go back with him and I decide why not. He is taking the charter airplane several other parties came in on back home. A crowd of people gather at the terminal and he and I get separated and I see my friends. I’m in the middle. I can board the plane and find him or go back to my friends and that’s the moment I wake up. Of course; because the stress of that decision was probably too high. Lol
This seems about right. I’ve been struggling with what will happen if I don’t get this loan modification and possibly having to separate my children and/or be separated from them; at least temporarily. The thought of that is VERY unsettling, to say the least.
I’ve decided that if I’m going to be with Brad then I really need my own sub too. Brad will do as a Dom sexually, since I really don’t like protocols or any type of restrictions put on me. He also satisfies my sadistic tendencies quite well, since they aren’t very high. But with his health issues we can’t really do much and I like doing things; going to the sex clubs, dancing, exercise, the arts, being active in general.
Plus I REALLY like playing games and dress-up and role playing and he just can’t do much of that. Plus Brad isn’t one for following rules. I keep thinking he will bend to me and he probably keeps thinking the same of me and we end in this mutually agreeable stalemate. I do like what we have together and he lets me do as I please so if I got a sub; maybe one he could also have fun with, he would be thrilled. I’m sure.
But right now I have my hands more than full. Such is life.