No kinky sex in this one however.
I dreamed myself into a dopefest last night. It took place in some cabin in northern New England and I even remembered the “rule” that the first one to show up had to keep the minutes.
I don’t think any of my dream dopers were actual SDMB members. Unless some of you remember being there.
Minutes are kept?
Now I may never go to a Dopefest.
Admit it KneadToKnow, you only posted to this thread because I said I was the King Treadkiller. You should have let this die the peaceful death everyone else thought it deserved.
Ain’t I a stinka?
And I thought that I was finally the star of someone’s erotic dream! How silly of me.
Not for lack of trying, I assure you. But a picture would help me to fantasize about you immensely (that’s meant to modify both help and fantasize;)).
Hey, I might have been there. Trouble is, I got so pissed I can’t exactly remebre where I was. Was it a dream or not? Just check if I left my wife there.