Cherries & whipped cream

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I was about to have sex with a girl called Lizzie. While taking a stroll along the beach, Lizzie asked me if I was going to fuck her, to which I simply nodded. "Hard?" "Oh yes!" "Within the next 10 minutes?" she asked, and once again the answer was yes. Then we somehow got lost along the route to the holiday home where the action was to happen. Nice.

I woke up with a headache and a nose filled with snot. I love how my dreams are so real, taking from real life : none of the action yet all of the discomfort. Not that I'm claiming you get a cold from having sex, nor a headache or a nose full of boogers, but you get the idea. I love myself and my damn creativity.

Off to the bakery now, get some food, then I'm gonna watch my Hattrick game (Ongles Reunited vs Red Hot Beavers) and depending on how well the game goes, I may pop in The Truth and Lies of 9/11 (available on DVD through which I borrowed from my dad yesterday. Alternatively, you can also watch it via google :
The Truth and Lies of 9/11.

Ouch, too heavy an entry again? But come on, the near miss dream induced sexual encounter was pure entertainment, wasn't it? Please? Pretty please with a cherry on top? And whipped cream?

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