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I had too much to dream last night...
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I had too much to dream last night... This is a re-post of a piece I wrote for the 23rd Virtual Symposium in October of last year. The Electric Prunes: ”I Had Too Much to Dream Last Night”…….. Last night your shadow fell upon my lonely room I touched your golden hair and tasted your perfume Your eyes were filled with love the way they used to be Your gentle hand reached out to comfort me Then came the dawn And you were gone You were gone, gone, gone There are dreams we have when we’re asleep, and dreams we have when we lie awake at night and our minds won’t keep still. And there are idle daydreams too, musings upon what if, oftentimes. As I’ve got older I’ve wished plenty of times that I had never wasted an erection. When you’re young you get hard and stay hard for no particular reason. Even a passing thought will stimulate you- you’re programmed as a young male to stick that thing wherever you can whenever you can stick it, and my own body didn’t fail me. I’d make a call to my dispatcher and the receptionist would answer the phone with that mellifluous voice of hers and I could see her in my mind’s eye, wearing that tight short skirt bending over to get in the bottom drawer of the file cabinet……. and the next thing I know I’m back in the tractor and squirming in my seat because I’ve got a rock hard prick trying to bust out of my jeans. In this case it was provided by the eighteen year old honey haired receptionist with those small and silky teardrop breasts, but it might just as easily have been a woman in the street with a slit skirt flashing me or my customer who was nigh to popping the buttons on her far too small blouse as she leaned over her desk to sign my shipping papers, smiling with her eyes at me and giving me a long languid look at her cavernous and considerable cleavage. And so I’d drive for an hour and my erection would barely subside to relieve my stress. At any time I could have forced my train of though to something less arousing- but what young man does that, especially with miles yet to drive? No, he tortures himself with more fantasy and he shuffles through the Rolodex of images in his brain and pulls out card after card of luscious women he has known or simply seen and remembered, and filed away for later daydreams. And still he keeps drifting back in his daydream to Myrna sitting at the phone in that office, one gorgeous stockinged thigh crossed over the other and nearly baring her butt cheeks….and that pounding, pulsing dick is back to fifteen hundred PSI again. I had too much to dream last night Too much to dream I'm not ready to face the light I had too much to dream Last night Last night And this goes on for years. Over and over again, through the decades, and you become convinced that erectile dysfunction is not about you and never will be, because you know very well you have an endless arsenal of rock hard hymen hammers in your magazine. But it ain’t so. Most men, by the time they reach the age of fifty, have had some diminishment of their cherry splitter. Oh, it may be still plenty stiff enough to pry open and penetrate the poontang, but it begins to lose its diamond cutting edge. That camel poker won’t quite crack walnuts anymore, and it has a way of sneaking up on you too, until one day you think the thing must have iron poor blood or something. It’s there, and trying to do its job, but the carnal stump is a bit whittled down. And it just doesn’t pump up to quite the same dimension that it once did. If you’re a grower, what used to inflate to six and a half inches is struggling to raise itself up off its elbows to six. And if you’re a shower it might even be worse. You could be faced with a flaccid flesh flute. It might still be a full sixteen centimeters, but the woody quality has wilted and wandered off. The room was empty as I staggered from my bed I could not bear the image racing through my head You were so real that I could feel your eagerness And when you raised your lips for me to kiss Came the dawn And you were gone You were gone, gone, gone Now, there are remedies for this. Plenty of men use cock rings to enhance stamina even when not suffering from ED, and better living through modern chemistry has given us pharmacological fixes. Blood pressure problems, constriction of blood vessels and nasty item called cavernosal failure can all result in a failed muscle missile launch. Without getting into the technical details and the mechanics of it, these chemicals work, and for most men they work well. But this isn’t an instructional post about how to rejuvenate a rusty rectum wrangler- this post is about dreams. I had too much to dream last night Too much to dream I'm not ready to face the light I had too much to dream Last night Last night So I had got to musing one night while somewhat inebriated and simultaneously chatting with two fine friends, namely KItkat1415 and Rachel0718 and it occurred to me that the dream solution would be to have an Erection Vault. Therein would be stored in pristine and perfect condition, ready for use, all those unused erections of days gone by. It had occurred to me while conversing with these two winsome wenches that I had wasted a lot of hard ons. What would I not give to have some of them back? Well, why think small? Why not have all of them back, and stored in perfect humidity and temperature for use at a later date, when an opportunity to make the beast with two backs might present itself in future years? I would of course be the only human to have access to this bank, and I might enter it from time to time to visit with my Banked Dicks, (apologies to W.C. Fields) and fondle and caress them tenderly. I might in this way develop favorites in much the same way that a wine connoisseur has great expectations of a particular vintage, say a Schlongmaster 2000 or a Muffin Buffer ’96. They might be reattached like a Snap-on Tool, or better yet, a Twistloc. A firm push and a crank to the right and the love train is back on the tracks! I could have brochures printed up for prospective customers- women say they don’t care for dick pics, but they haven’t seen my catalog! It would of course be very tastefully done, not on that flimsy glossy porno paper but printed on the finest quality heavyweight stuff, and suitable for a coffee table book. Get one for each member of the family…a Book of Fine Members. A Who’s Who of Womb Raiders In my vault there would be row upon stacked row of memorable erections, of course every one with a product description and historical details as to the occasion and cause of arousal in each case, and a rating on the Mohs scale of hardness. I might spend entire afternoons admiring my collection, and while away the time stroking them and pampering them, a Gentleman’s Garden of Groinstalks. I had too much to dream last night Too much to dream I'm not ready to face the light I had too much to dream Last night Last night I had too much to dream last night. Become a member now and get a free tote bag. |
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Looking at it from the point of view of an older woman it's a really brilliant idea.....for every man!! No more having to work so fecking hard to give a man an erection and keep it hard!!  ~~Anais Nin~~
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Looking at it from the point of view of an older woman it's a really brilliant idea.....for every man!! No more having to work so fecking hard to give a man an erection and keep it hard!! Become a member now and get a free tote bag.
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If only. lol Thoughts from the Garden...
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If only. lol Become a member now and get a free tote bag.
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Now this is s great post and I loved it hugs V Become a blog watcher sweet_vm
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Now this is s great post and I loved it hugs V Hugggggs B Become a member now and get a free tote bag.
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Thank ya ma'am. I wish I remembered my sleeping dreams. I know I dream because now and then I recall snippets of dreams, but most often they vanish when I wake. My wife has vivid and very intricate dreams, and I'm a bit jealous. But THIS dream, an idle and silly daydream, is also kind of poignant. I don't spend a lot of time mourning lost youth...but then I think about my dick and it all comes flooding back. (Yeah, pretty much all men are obsessed with their dicks. When you're a hammer everything looks like a nail.) Become a member now and get a free tote bag.
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12/17/2017 10:51 am |
Great post my friend. of times past and a future we have that is as old as the earth and it s peoples. but, "heads up", it s not all that it s cracked up to be , cause in the vault of dick , has to be all the stupid things , that we did with those hard ons, unused as they were. or maybe it was just me that it. How many times, that hard on felt so strong you could push it though a wall. lol How many times, it popped up at unwanted , and not convenient moments. Some might even say embarrassing moments. oh my. Oh well, maybe i m just thinking , i m glad i get mine up when needed now, and i don't mind if a woman has to work a bit to help , as i had to work hard to help them when they were younger and not wanting to give it up. LOL face piles of trials with smiles.. MOODY BLUES please feel free to visit my blog happy blogging
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Great post my friend. of times past and a future we have that is as old as the earth and it s peoples. but, "heads up", it s not all that it s cracked up to be , cause in the vault of dick , has to be all the stupid things , that we did with those hard ons, unused as they were. or maybe it was just me that it. How many times, that hard on felt so strong you could push it though a wall. lol How many times, it popped up at unwanted , and not convenient moments. Some might even say embarrassing moments. oh my. Oh well, maybe i m just thinking , i m glad i get mine up when needed now, and i don't mind if a woman has to work a bit to help , as i had to work hard to help them when they were younger and not wanting to give it up. LOL Men expend far more calories during sex than women ever have, so I have no apologies to make there. The work has always been pleasant. It's a better way to pass the time than many I can think of. Become a member now and get a free tote bag.
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I remember it well...............smiles You cannot conceive the many without the one.
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I remember it well...............smiles Become a member now and get a free tote bag.
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Great post my friend. Although it doesn't happen as often I still have dreams and memories just like yours. We have two lives, and the second begins when we realise we have only one - Confucious
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Great post my friend. Although it doesn't happen as often I still have dreams and memories just like yours. Become a member now and get a free tote bag.
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12/22/2017 9:07 am |
A great write as always! Become a Apollorising2057 blog watcher!
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A great write as always!  Become a member now and get a free tote bag.
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