somewhere in the night

i am not sure precisely when as i was enjoying sleep and dreams and not at all interested in time or much of anything other than a particular dream that lead to delightful masturbation which usually happens daily, though i don't mention it much here in this blog because the prudish culture and google-blogger might want me to age-restrict this blog if i actually discuss graphic sexual activities (including masturbation, which is quite healthy and should be encouraged as a part of daily healthy exercise for body mind and spirit), so i limit the sexual innuendos and references about sexual matters, organs, fantasies, and hot slutty passions (including the proper use of sex toys, pillows, and other potentially embarrassing stuff) to asides and irreverences rather than actual reference any actual sexual activity (like what sort of pillow material is best for dry humping, for instance) and also to respect the privacy of real-life physical world people who might not be as open and free-flowing with their actual sexual activity in the life i relate to you here in this babbling (e)thereal blog (hey, we can't all be as healthy and well-adjusted as laci... just google the effervenscent bundle of sexual energy (and wisdom) laci green for a sensible and healthy perspective on sexuality that often reflects mine), so suffice to say it was a wonderful waking dream and i slide right back into sweet slumbers immediately after the climax and brief floaty epilogue...

what, you don't wake somewhere in the night with a raging hard-on and a sensuous dream awaiting consummation?...