Hello. It seems that I have become trapped in some kind of time vortex as a result of certain dream activity.
This time vortex has sent me to a place in the future where I went into a single engine Cessna plane with a really handsome man with abs like rotini. I was horny as fuck when I agreed to do this, provided he didn't wear a shirt and oiled up his torso for me to gaze upon with my feminine gazing ways.
Once we were in the air tonight, I was bewitched by his manly physique and the prominent erection he had straining against his jeans. What a sight, can I tell you, sister? What a sight. I was so heated up that I jumped on top of him and began dry riding him for as long as the day is going on. And then he lost control of the plane, I was too worked up to stop, and we crashed on a deserted island somewhere in the ocean.
I need someone to come and look for me. This is a difficult situation for an absolutely gorgeous woman to be in. I have a hair appointment on Thursday. Don't people understand that?
I was beside myself with this going on. This damn time vortex was a befuddlement of the highest degree. You would need years of schooling to even begin to unwind the secrets of the time vortex. It is the working of The Devil, I tell you, sisters and soul brothers. If you see a time vortex, move away from the time vortex. This is not something to play around with. Even when you are as hot as I am.
Earlier in the day, I had purchased some substandard pie. I say this because it was indeed substandard. There was something off about it. I did not dig the flavor. My pussy did not drip with the honeydew melon savorings one would expect from someone of my stature in the community.
I also had a preordained hair appointment which presented me with a luscious and sexy new hair style that I will rub all over your Peter, Paul and Mary lifestyle. Let me tell you more about it over cocktails at seven, sweetie.
Must get myself back to resolving the vortex situation. Take care, sweeties.
No fisticuffs on my account, please, but my tits are perfect.