Have you ever ... dreamed of punting?
Bros - odd thing happened to me last week. I woke up in sweat, heart beating crazy fast. LB throbbing like a ... bazooka about to blast ...
The sweat dripping from my forehead ... what caused it, why? I sat there trying to recall my dream which seemed to have happened just mere seconds ago, and finally, pieces of it starts coming back to me. I'm naked in my dream. I'm rock hard. And I'm fucking a WG. I'm certain it was a WG because my wife definitely doesn't look like that anymore ... and that the rooms seem to be like those in Dongguan saunas ...
But then things turn for the worse. My memory skips a few minutes, and in the dream, I pull out and the condom was gone! I hesitate. I worry. What have I done? Is she clean? Who took the damn condom off?
Naturally, I'm horny as hell today, but I'm also scared as hell. Is this an omen? Have I punted too much? Is my sub-conscious trying to tell me to *gasp* stop punting?
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