My secret's my enzyme.
Who put the c*** in Stoke on Trent?
I just had the weirdest semi-sex dream about two of my closest frinds. Who are married.
I was lying on a large couch with the male half of the frind, he was really tired as was I. I was topless but had a skirt on, it didn't seem to strike him as something odd. It was in their house which is in east LA but the house was physically next to the ocean, we could hear the waves lapping and the breeze as we watched something on TV sleepily. I had my arm under the side of him somehow, I recall feeling his ribs and worrying that he was too thin. He didn;t move or not want me to touch him, he just closed his eyes and smiled a little bit, he never touched me. THen his wife came home from shopping. She was happy to see me in their house. She said "You have no idea how happy I am that you are like us." Then she went into the kitchen and took her top off. I went in to say hello, and she showed me that my insecurity of having nipple hair could be put to rest around them because she had nipple hair too. Then she invited me to touch her breasts with mine and I was too shy and she said, "No worry. You're safe here." She brought us all yogurt with fruit in it FROM McDONALDS and we stood around topless eating it in the dining room. She again reminded me how happy she was that we were alike. THen I woke up.
It was a mixture of comforting and bizarre.