he better get this down

                                               rather

get it out of his head

                      get it out of his head when words turn into spiders and spiders turn to women and women turn into sticky unspooling strandsslick in midair then reconfigure again into women once they grapple and hang onto a pillar opposite the one they leapt

                             pillarsHA they were leaping between cocks definitely cocks

words ran across his dreaming eyes they ran asif on a ticker tape in Roman New Times font  they were LIKE ME  LIKE ME  LIKE ME . . which then rolled as LICKE ME  LICKE ME  LICKE ME . . and eventually evolved into LICK ME  LICK ME  LICK ME . . then the words spun into lines and lines engaged and wormed end to end long roiling lines spinning in midair then coalescing into individual masseslines turning in and on themselves and then turning into feline forms freeline drawings and congealing towards a sudden tall dullwhite pillar which hinted Ionic at the left of his dreamed periphery spider monkeys occurred to him the words may even have sounded to him they leapt into the marled coralandlavender space towards an equally indiscrete Ionic pillar that hinted quietly in his right dreamed periphery and in space their forms elongated defying what their mass had been again to freehand scribbles elegant in the void like spidersilk spewed twisting coiling not lapping or knotting reaching reaching discriminating seeking the quiet uninhabited pillar right and making contacttouching reeling their elongated stringy mass onto it anchoring and reconfiguring into feline forms yet again all leaps arrived congealing  reformed they shook the pillar with their collective weight and it swelled and became turgid and sighed with coloured lust and abandon

                                                                                                    he felt his cock harden  twitch  blink  handholds  footholdsfor scampering spider mons pubis  happy  slick  sliding

                                                                                                   he woke with a startnot unpleasant and was surprised his hands werent at his cock

                                                                just the erotic sensations of nibbling kneading short quivering teasing strokes

there are worse ways to wakento feel in a bright yellow morning

got it down

0647 & 1156,  Monday,  22  6. 20

Japanese Breakfast  Boyish  https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=b-aTzPV6vKA