Dilettante's Diary: the internal dialogue of a hedonist bluestocking.
I am a dilettante. I know quite a bit about a lot of things, but I don't know enough to be an expert on anything. I have a very sensual, hedonistic nature, but I am also a thinker, and I aim one day to be worthy of the label 'bluestocking', despite its pejorative connotations.
Tuesday, March 08, 2005
I dreamed about a false logic puzzle, oddly enough, probably because Peter helped me solve one last night. My dream puzzle had something to do with villagers keeping watch for a dragon, and I needed to determine the best order for 5 of them to keep watch, based on all these criteria and limitations... I was twlight-zoning this dream and mulling the problem in my head when my dream lover visited me. Through the blankets his hands massaged his way from my feet to my shoulders and then back down again, only, on the way down he pulled the covers away from me, exposing my skin. The hands felt marvellous milking my muscles, but in short order I grew chilled and shivered. He slipped into bed behind me and pulled the covers back up over us both. His arm slipped around my waist and he snuggled up against me, his hardness pressing between my bottom and thighs. I arched my back and raised my leg and he pressed forward and upward, until with a moan he was there, just inside me. I lowered my leg back down, trapping him, and we began a slow rocking together that soon had my juices flowing. It was lovely, no sense of urgency, and then my alarm went off and he evaporated like the dream he was. My disappointment was as great as my arousal, and I spent 15 minutes finishing up where the dream had left off, having a lovely orgasm with which to start my day.



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