WARNING: This is rated R for crassness and sacrilegiousness.
So yeah, the dream. Dude, I think I might need to seek some help. Last night I dreamt I was some sort of odd medium who had to rid a house of ghost.
How did I do this? By walking around the house sans pants with a silver bullet vibe. Yeah and whenever it buzzed, I knew the ghost was close by. The closer I game to orgasm the more the ghost appeared. Eventually the ghost, an evil dead priest, materialized and I made the ghost go down on me. Once I reached orgasm there was a great show of lightning and wind and storm clouds, and I passed out.
When I woke up it was all sunshine and daisies and unhaunted houses.
Fuck. Sometimes I creep myself out.
Riiiight, like the ghost of a priest would be interested in having sex with a mature adult female.
Talk about your fiction. Sheesh!
I think you should take this dream and develop it into a story.
Seriously.
I’m both tickled at the absurdity of the notion, yet interested enough to want to read a full-blown (pardon the pun) story on this. It’d be a GREAT Halloween story for next year!!!
Seriously.
If she does write it, she would obviously have to title it “The Sexorcist”.
Awesome dream!!