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I had a Sugar dream. It had been a long time. She was my Sugar: a young 22, blonde, and girlie cute rather than a super-feminist. It was a sexy dream too, or at least the first part. We're alone in her bedroom. She says I cannot touch her, but it's clear that she is playing, especially when she starts peeling down her jeans,revealing a lightly tufted cunt, driving me mad with desire as she smiles broadly. And I score a touchdown!
The second half of the dream is a comedown, back to reality. There's a group of people in the room now, the living room perhaps. They and Sugar are making plans to go somewhere. Maybe it's a concert. I catch Sugar's eye, and she gives me a knowing arch of an eyebrow, knowing that I am still filled with what happened between us the night before. Nevertheless. despite having gotten to play 'the man' with her last night, I am weak and helpless as a child in the group. I cannot go anywhere. I don't have a driver's license or money. She offers to take care of me.
The second half of the dream is a comedown, back to reality. There's a group of people in the room now, the living room perhaps. They and Sugar are making plans to go somewhere. Maybe it's a concert. I catch Sugar's eye, and she gives me a knowing arch of an eyebrow, knowing that I am still filled with what happened between us the night before. Nevertheless. despite having gotten to play 'the man' with her last night, I am weak and helpless as a child in the group. I cannot go anywhere. I don't have a driver's license or money. She offers to take care of me.
