Sharon and I were in the bedroom about to engage in what bedrooms are for. She was still disabled, and it was near the cusp of when we would no longer be able to engage in such things. But tonight she was feeling frisky.
She called me over to her with an enticing come-hither remark or two. I responded with surprise but was willing to give it a go if she was. I gave her a hug as she lay on her back in the position she'd spent the last 10 years of her life.
She said something about "getting to it," and I laughed. I knew it was going to be an ordeal getting her rolled over on her stomach, and then up on her knees, but I didn't let on. Neither of us was a fan of the elaborate rolling over ritual, so I made the excuse that I had to put on some music in order to buy some time.
I went over to the stereo and attempted to dial in some suitable music for our amorous soundtrack. The dial of the radio was very finicky, and I kept coming up with talk radio stations or crappy genres that did nothing to enhance the mood. I was trying to find something soothing and smooth, at least some '70s R&B, anything, but it was like the radio was against me
Anyway, so much time was wasted on that one preliminary activity that we never got around to the "gettin' to it." Time passed in frustration, and the dream ended with both of us unsatisfied. Mental note: make sure you dream up the necessary components--like a decent stereo--before attempting to conjure up something so intricately constructed as a sex dream.
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