Becoming The Overman

I HAD THIS weird dream last night where my girlfriend was fondling around with some joogaloo with a hairy wang. It was huge, too. Like the size of a baseball bat, I kid you not. He was sitting on the side of the road -- I think it was a highway or something -- and he was wearing this joogaloo look on his face. I could just tell he was scum, sitting there with nothing but a towel around his waist, thinking all the girls thought he was hot stuff. But he wasn't, and they knew he wasn't, especially my girlfriend. She's real good at picking out creeps like that who have nothing to offer anybody but an oversized ego.

So, she goes over there and starts making fun of him, telling him how sexy he is and waggling her butane in his face. She was wearing this little grey dress she had on the other night, real short with black polka dots on it, and I guess it really got the guy going, 'cause he had no idea she was just making fun of him. I could tell he had this look in his eye like he wanted her, but I didn't care. My girlfriend's kind of like that, a weird sense of humor and all. That just the way she joked around, so I knew there wasn't anything real serious to be worried about. After dating her for a couple of months, a guy gets to lose that whole jealousy thing altogether.

But then that guy got that look in his eye, and so he grabbed her by the waist -- 'cause she was just shaking it in his face -- and pulled her down into him. And you know what? She liked it! Started moaning and thrusting and stuff, and I could see him getting all large and in charge underneath the towel. But there I was just standing there, not saying anything, thinking maybe it was just part of the joke. Ha, ha, he's dry humping my girlfriend. What a riot. But that wasn't good enough for her, so she pulls up on her dress and gets flesh to flesh with him, and he pulls off the towel to reveal this big, three-foot long walalala, all covered in hair like he was chewbacca or something. She couldn't get enough of it! Started thrusting on it and kissing on it! And he just sat there, the little joogaloo, getting what he wanted.

And there I was thinking, does she think it's still a joke, or is she really doing what I think she's doing? She was going crazy over it, like it was made of diamonds or something. Really, you should have been there. I think, psychologically speaking, the whole thing was just a representation of my own fears in real life. 'Cause she is a joker, no doubt about it, and she will make a sexy little stinker of a joke about another guy and how she'd like to dangle his wang, but sometimes I don't know if she's joking. Or, at least, I can't tell. So I let her do it, 'cause I trust her when she says that's just how she jokes around. And even in my dream I didn't do a thing, just stood there and watched while she ran the course with some joogaloo's big, hairy kramalam...all in the name of humor.

Posted by C. Nicholas Walker on Tuesday, March 20, 2007 at 5:00 PM | Permalink