Tom Ramcigam (magicmarmot) wrote,
Tom Ramcigam
magicmarmot

Wicked dreams


Last night, I was dreaming that I was making a movie, and I had to do a sex scene.
My partner in the sex scene was my favorite stripper from Des Moines. For now, just imagine perfect body, smooth skin, and an amazing sensuality.

Bear in mind that for a sex scene in a movie, you don't actually <>have</i> sex (unless you're making a porn or you're Mickey Rourke), but you do tend to get pretty intimate. And there is usually a crew around: camera operator, cinematographer, gaffer, sound recordist, and various others. All watching.

So in this scene, I was performing. And she was, too. It was amazing. Sensual, gentle, slow caresses, soft kisses, nibbles and licks... it was very good.
Over and over.

All. Night. Long.

Part way through, we realized that we were really getting turned on by each other, and there was no *release* possible. And for some reason, this caused us to escalate the sensuality-- kind of like a competition. And it got more and more amazing...

All. Night. Long.

When I woke up this morning, I was nearly blind. My skin was absolutely vibrating, and even moving on the sheets made me gasp in ecstacy. And even now I am still very sparkly.

This makes it really hard to concentrate.

I can say one thing. When I do finally decide to come down off of the celibacy horse and find a woman, she is going to have the time of her life.
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